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My pussy spasms around his fingers, and I bury my face into the soft cushion of my chair.
“Touch yourself, Ky. Show me how you like it.”
I don’t hesitate, slipping my arm beneath me and through my legs until finally, my fingers are pressing down over my clit, rubbing tight little circles, making everything more intense. “Please, Crew.”
“So fucking pretty,” he hums to himself before finally pulling his fingers free once again. I feel as he steps in behind me, his tip lingering at my entrance, and then as he takes my hips to hold me steady, he slams back into me, stretching me so fucking wide, it can’t be natural. “YES,” I cry as he hammers into me, taking me deep and hard, just the way I like it.
My other hand reaches up to grip the headrest of my seat, keeping me balanced, and I squeeze tight, feeling the exact moment my nails penetrate the material. My mind swirls as I feel my orgasm creeping back up on me. “Crew,” I warn with a heavy pant, the intensity already blasting through my veins.
“I got you, Ky,” he vows, his sweet words like music to my ears. But then he goes and presses his thumb over my ass, adding just a little pressure as I continue working my clit, and God dammit, it’s too much.
I push back against him, wanting more, and he doesn’t hesitate, giving me exactly what I’m craving, and as he thrusts into me one more time, that thick cock stretching me wide, I clamp down, my orgasm tearing through me.
I detonate like a fucking explosion, crying out as my body spasms, my pussy convulsing around Crew’s cock and holding him hostage, but he doesn’t dare stop. He keeps fucking me, keeps working my ass as my orgasm pulses heavily through my body, and my toes curl as I clench my eyes, barely able to breathe. The intensity knocks me down, but the high keeps climbing, even more so as Crew comes with me, shooting hot spurts of cum deep inside my cunt and making me feel like a fucking goddess.
I’ve always wanted to know what it’d feel like to have him release inside of me, and shit, it’s better than I could have imagined. But fuck, it was stupid. Careless. Neither of us even considered a condom in the heat of the moment, and yet, I’m not worried. I’m on birth control, and while Crew has been known to get around, he’s not usually the type to go without wrapping his junk. He would never knowingly pass something to me.
As I come down from my high, my body crumbles against my chair, but Crew doesn’t move, keeping that monster cock buried deep inside of me. His hand loosens on my hip, his other gently dropping to my lower back, rubbing back and forth. “Shit,” he breathes, catching his breath.
“Yeah,” I agree, needing a minute.
Crew reluctantly pulls out, and when he does, I’ve never felt so empty. I hear him fixing his pants, and I scramble back up to my knees, already feeling him leaking out of me. I take a breath, not trusting my shaky legs to move just yet, and as I look back to watch Crew, he catches my eye, a smirk playing on his lips as his eyes soften. He steps right into me, his big hand curling around the back of my neck as he pulls me in. He kisses me again, only this time, it’s not as deep as when he took me on the table.
This is softer, almost like a gentle caress, and I instantly become putty in his skilled hands. “Come on,” he says a moment later, pulling back just enough to meet my stare. “Get dressed. I’m taking you to that bar across the street from your apartment so I can get you all shades of fucked up, and then I’m taking you home and fucking you all over again.”
A wicked grin stretches across my lips as I swivel around on my chair before any of Crew’s cum can leak out of me and spill all over my beloved chair. “Oh really?” I ask, getting to my feet and standing right before him, his hand circling my body and coming down to grip my ass. “Presumptuous of you to assume I’m going to let you fuck me again.”
He scoffs, his eyes darkening once again. “And to think that I was going to spread those pretty thighs and eat that sweet pussy until you came on my tongue. But if you’re not down, that’s cool.”
My eyes widen. “Woah, woah, woah,” I say, pressing my hand against his wide chest. “No need to get hasty. I never said I wasn’t down.”
“Good,” he murmurs, leaning in until his warm breath brushes over my ear. “Because after I’ve finished tasting every last drop of you, I’m going to watch you ride me until your neighbors are busting through the door and physically prying you off me.”
Heat pulses through my core, and my eyes flutter at the thought of what the rest of my night is going to hold. “You’ve got yourself a deal,” I tell him as I find my shirt. “But just so you know, drinks are on you.”
Crew grins, and the way his eyes dance with silent laughter makes butterflies soar through the pit of my stomach. I quickly get myself cleaned up and dressed, and as I go about sanitizing my station again, Crew finishes closing up the store.
After agreeing to drive me home for a quick shower, we get on our way, and I can’t help but notice the possessiveness in his eyes every time he looks at me, and honestly, I think I kinda like it.
He pulls his truck to a stop outside my apartment complex and presses his hand to my lower back as we make our way up the stairs. “I wasn’t kidding,” he says. “We need to finish your sleeve.”
My gaze drops to my arm, scanning over the dark wolf’s eyes and intricate designs Crew created for me. He’s already completed my left arm, but the right is still a work in progress. I can’t wait though. It’s going to be incredible once it’s done. “I know,” I tell him with a heavy sigh. “But neither of us has the time right now. We’re booked solid.”
We reach the third level, and as we stride down the hall toward my apartment, my brows furrow, finding something taped to my front door. “What the fuck is that?” I mutter to myself.
Crew glances up to figure out what’s caught my attention when we finally reach my door, and I find a little slip of paper, the word Mace scrawled at the top with a phone number written below.
I fight the smile that tries to force its way across my face and pull the little slip of paper off my door. “Mace?” Crew asks, a strange hint of irritation in his deep tone.
“It’s nothing, don’t worry,” I tell him, scrunching the paper in my hand before unlocking the door and striding in with Crew heavy on my heels. “Just a new neighbor in my building. He’s just a little persistent.”
“Need me to say something?”
I think it over, unsure why I’m not walking over to the trash can and dumping Alex’s number straight in, but honestly, the idea of Alex and Crew going toe to toe kinda turns me on. “No, it’s fine. He’s harmless,” I say, holding the scrap of paper in my hand a little tighter.
I make my way to my kitchen, dumping my bag on the counter and scooping my phone out of it when I’m hit with a man’s cologne. My back stiffens, my brows furrowing as I breathe it in. Don’t get me wrong, it’s hot as fuck, but it’s definitely not supposed to be here, and that smell is certainly not one of Crew’s. After years of working with him, I’m well acquainted with all of his colognes, but my favorite is when he doesn’t wear any at all.
I follow my nose and find myself staring at the living room window before letting out a heavy sigh and realizing I must have left it open. Striding toward it, I grip the frame and pull it closed. My upstairs neighbor considers himself one with nature, and it’s not the first time I’ve been chilling at home only to be drowned out by the fumes that come from his place. At least tonight it actually smells good for a change. I wonder if he’s got himself a hot date.
