Page 45 of Crow

He steps out of his boots and slides his jeans and boxers down.

I felt the length of his cock in the cab, but somehow, it’s longer and thicker than I made it out to be in my head. The tip is swollen and shiny, with precum already leaking out. The tattoos extend over his stomach and all the way down his legs. I imagine that it would be easier to tattoo yourself there.

“T-turn around,” I stammer.

I’m knocked straight up breathless at the beauty of him. I’ve seen plenty of diagrams of naked men and women before, plenty of art, even, but never in a movie. Certainly never in real life.

I’ve gone straight from boring, repressed, virginal nothingness tothis.

He does what I ask, rotating slowly. I cover my mouth with both hands when I see his back. There’s a huge ship, surrounded by rope and waves, offset by an anchor and several roses. All his work his black. It’s the mermaid and the squid on his ass that really do me in.

“Can- can I touch you?”

He cranks his head over his shoulder and grins at me. It’s so very different than anything I could have seen Crow doing before that I almost reel back. “I’d like that, Tarynn.” He fucking winks at me at the end.

I don’t know if he’s daring me to do it or if he thinks that I’m going to run my fingertips over him like a scared little girl, but I’m going to touch him how I’ve been longing to touch him.

I wrap my arms around his waist, hugging him from behind. He goes stiff, proving that he wasn’t prepared for it. I drop a kiss between his shoulder blades. He’s warm and solid. Back here, his skin is soft and silky overtop the hard layers of muscle. I kiss down his spine, dragging the outlaw gasoline and leather scent of him in deep. He’s obviously not wearing cologne, which I like. I’ve spent a lifetime smelling it at church. I feel like it’s gag worthy and pretentious. I do like the scent of his deodorant though. It’s unique, rum and bourbon, but maybe I’m just associating all his nautical artwork with the scent now. I don’t know what either of those actually smell like.

I drop to my knees, setting my hands at either side of his hips. I kiss the small of his back and dip down, running my tongue over the little divots right where his ass starts.

Before he can stop me, I sink my teeth below that, right into the rock hard ass cheek.

“Christ!” He doesn’t yelp it or try and get away from me, though. He utters an oath under his breath and lets me explore him.

In my mind, this isn’t what I thought I’d do first. I’ve barely read anything this depraved, but I want to taste him here. I get as far as kissing the top of his crack and flicking my tongue out before he whirls around.

“I didn’t think anything could shock me, but you win. You want to do that, though, you should save it for after a shower.”

I look up at him, finding his dark eyes dancing with humor. “Would you let me? in the shower?”

“Eat my ass? Sure, if that’s your thing.”

“Would you eat mine?”

“There’s not a spot on your body that I don’t want my tongue,” he drawls, low and sexy and deep.

I can feel how soaked my panties are, right along with that agonizing pull in my midsection, mixed with butterflies and nerves and the incessant, empty throbbing accompanying it all.

His cock is right by my face. I have no idea what to do with it or how to give a blowjob. It feels like something I should also ask permission for. I keep my eyes on his as my cheeks get hot.

“Would it be alright if I sucked your cock?”

“Fuck,” he groans, exhaling long and low. “You can, but just so you know, I feel like I’m on the edge already.Complements of everything we’ve done so far, I could blow at any second. I should be the one asking you if it’s okay to tear my dick out of your mouth and paint you in my come.”

Oh my god. It’s so filthy. It’s so hot and filthy and deliciously wonderful.

“You could come in my mouth.”

He threads his fingers through my hair, holding me in place. “If that’s what you want, but you might not be ready for that. I can give you warning and let you decide.”

“Okay, give it now.”

He blinks at me.

“Because this is about to be so good that you’re only going to last a few seconds.”

His eyes flutter closed. He looks like he’s in pain, having a mental battle of wills. “Is this the alcohol or the years of living a repressed life?”

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