A Million Kisses in Your Lifetime(119)

I want all of it. Now. I feel greedy for it. Greedy for him.

He must feel it too because he suddenly gets up, his cock hard and curving upward as he makes his way over to the nightstand and pulls out a condom. I watch him put it on as I stroke myself, my skin growing hot and itchy.

“Come here,” he says as he settles on the edge of the mattress, his feet planted on the floor. “Sit on me.”

I do as he asks, scrambling across the bed and adjusting myself, so I’m straddling his lap. His cock nudges against my backside and his face is at breast-level, which is too much of a temptation for him to ignore. He draws my nipple in his mouth and sucks, murmuring around my flesh, “Look in the mirror.”

I glance over and see my reflection. The rosy flush to my skin. My hair wild and Crew’s head at my chest. His lips tugging on my nipple before he lets it go, his tongue darting out for a long, sensual lick.

“Oh,” I choke out, completely overcome. My skin breaks out in goosebumps when he pays attention to the other nipple, his mouth working wonders on my flesh.

“Rise up, baby,” he whispers, and it’s the way he calls me baby that has me melting. I brace my knees on the edge of the bed and lift up, his cock nudging at my entrance. He reaches around, adjusting himself, and when I slowly lower myself down on his length, we both groan in pleasure.

He’s deeper inside me like this, and I pause for a moment, allowing my body to readjust. This is only the third time we’ve had sex, and I feel as if we’re going from zero to sixty with this position, but oh my God, I don’t want to stop. I love how deep he is. How close we are.

I glance down at him, swooping in for a kiss, and it turns dirty in seconds. His tongue, his teeth, his lips. He’s trying to consume me, and I want to let him.

I want him.

“Rise back up,” he urges, and I do so, that slow glide of my body riding his cock nearly making my eyes cross with pleasure. I keep doing it. Up and down. Nice and slow. My gaze going to the mirror, zeroing in on the spot where our bodies are connected.

I can actually see him enter me, and that’s all it takes.

I’m coming, clutching him close, my inner walls milking him, wrenching the orgasm right out of him until he’s coming too. It’s too much. Not enough. I’m shaking so hard I swear to God I’m going to black out, and when it’s finally over, when all I can do is slump against him, my heart thundering in my ears, he slides his hands down my butt, touching the spot where his cock is still embedded inside my body. He slides his fingers up, along my crack, teasing that forbidden spot and sending a jolt of electricity racing through me.

“You like that?” he asks, his voice full of smug satisfaction.

“I-I don’t know,” I answer truthfully. I’m shocked he would touch me there.

He does it again, and I bite back a moan.

Though I have to admit, I liked it.

I liked it a lot.





FORTY-SIX





CREW





This girl, goddamn.

She is dirty and agreeable to anything, and so fucking responsive. The sounds she makes, the way she arches against me, as if she can’t get enough. When I went down on her from behind, her pussy was soaked, drenching my face as I ate at her flesh.

Fuck, I’d do it again. Right now, if she let me.

I took a risk, touching her asshole like that after she milked the orgasm right out of me. I wanted to test her. See what she was up for. I’m probably moving too fast.

But her pussy clenched up on me when I touched her there. She squirmed and whimpered and practically begged for more when I kept it up.

My little former virgin is up for anything.

How the fuck did I get so lucky?

Once we get cleaned up, we end up lying in my bed, lazing the rest of the afternoon away. She eventually grabs the lipstick and goes to the mirror above my dresser, bending over to watch herself carefully as she applies the deep red shade. Her ass is sticking up in the air and I can see the sweet shadow of her pussy in her pose.

My cock rises to the occasion, eager to get back inside.

She turns to face me, rubbing her ruby red lips together, the lipstick still clutched in her fingers. “What do you think?”

“Hot as fuck,” I say, my gaze on her tits.

She knows where I’m staring because she rests her empty hand on her hip, a frustrated noise leaving her. “I’m talking about my mouth.”

I level my gaze on her made-for-sin lips, painted a deep, rich red. “Come over here and wrap them around my dick. Then I’ll tell you what I think.”

Laughing, she caps the lipstick and sets it on the dresser before she saunters over to the bed. When she gets close enough, I grab hold of her, pulling her on top of me. I’m about to kiss those pretty lips, but she dodges away from my mouth.

“I have a plan,” she practically purrs.

“What is it?”

“I want to try and do the same thing I did last time.” When I frown, she explains, “I want to kiss you. Leave lipstick imprints on your skin. You said this shade would show up better, remember?”

I do remember. Wait until she sees what else I have in store for her.

“Have at it.” I open my arms wide and let them fall by my side, as if I’m helpless. She repositions herself, straddling me once again. She touches the ring—her ring—that hangs on my chain, her expression thoughtful.