Page 56 of Off Court Fix

He doesn’t have to ask, but the request for consent itself is sexy.

Crosby slides his hands up to the clasp of my bra, smoothly unhooking it and letting it fall to the side.

“You think this body—yourbody,” Crosby clarifies before he presses his face into my hair, taking a deep inhale. “Makes youweak. But it’syouin this body... only a queen like you could bring a king to his knees. I want you to watch what that looks like.”

My breath hitches in my throat as I feel Crosby slide down my back, trailing his nose and lips through the valley of my spine before his teeth sink into the top of my ass, covered by the lace rim of my underwear. His hands cup my hips, stealing the fabric and trailing it down my legs. Like a puppet, he gently steers me, lifting each foot so I’m free of the undergarment.

“And this.” Crosby’s fingers skim over the scar rising from the back of my ankle up my calf. “Is your best accessory. It’s sexy because it reminds me you’restrong. And you’re going to have to be with me. Because I’m not holding back tonight.”

Crosby leads with his mouth as he makes his way around the side of my body, his lips leaving a trail of kisses, each small, soft, intimate press of his lips to my skin bring an uptick to my breathing. I’m heaving as much as I’m wanting, and I whimper his name softly as the back of his hand sweeps up my leg, pushing at my inner thigh. When I look down, finding him kneeling before me, I nearly topple to the side, but Crosby holds me up.

“Open for me.”

I do, sliding my feet against the rug, and he lets out a purr so forceful the pulses of his breath beat against me.

“Crosby...”

“You’ll say it louder next time. But I don’t want you to think about that.” A long finger tracing my opening forces me to plant my hands on his shoulders, gripping the solid flesh hidden beneath his shirt. “All I want you to do now is watch me worship you.”

With Crosby’s hands on my ass, he tugs me forward, and now I know it’s fitting we met in a church. The way Crosby moves his tongue delicately around before plunging inside makes me believe he was heaven-sent.

“That’s it,” he groans as my knees bend without me thinking, bringing me closer. “Watch how you give yourself to me.”

The only direction I can look is straight into the mirror, where I see the pull of Crosby’s shirt across his strong back, the gentle movements of the back of his head as he licks and laps and feeds on me as if this isn’t just his final meal. He’s taking me in like I’m the last supper, and he’s getting his fill on me for all eternity.

“I love it,” he mumbles against me, the vibration of his voice making my legs buckle. “Fuck, I love feeling you shake like that.”

I’m borderline convulsing as my body tightens, and I wind my fingers in the tresses of his chestnut hair, feeling the need to anchor myself. If he’s about to launch me into another universe, I’m taking him with me. I’ll never be without this feeling again.

That is, until he stops.

“What... what...” I sing a song of agonizing whines. “Why—”

Crosby rises from his knees and steps back around me to his original spot. “I want you tofeelit,” he growls, pulling me against him, and I practically melt because he’sthrobbing. “And I’m selfish. I want to see your whole body quiver and shake. I want to see your face when you lose it.” He nips at my ear as he grabs my hand, flattening it and pressing it to my stomach, sliding down. “And don’t pull that soft shit like you did in the car. Hard, baby. Don’t hold back now.”

I’m so tense and tight I don’t even know if I would need more than a feather’s touch. But Crosby’s hand leaves mine solo and returns to my breast, and the feel of him somewhere else levels me out. It gives me an extra moment. It givesusmore time to enjoy the show—the sway of my hips so I can grind against him and my own hand, the view of my nipple peeking through his fingers as he rolls it.

I want it to last forever and stop immediately.

“Atta girl,” he groans, clearing my hair from the side of my neck so he can attack it with his lips, his tongue, his teeth. “Let go.” He’s at my ear now, and I’m moving my body, between my hand and him, fast and frantically. “But open those beautiful eyes andwatch, Maxine. I want you to see yourself look as good as you make me feel.”

Our eyes locked together are my undoing. My body spasms, twitching in all directions, and I lose all sense of which way is up and down. But Crosby has me, and I’m convinced he’s the only reason I’m standing and not collapsing into a pile of overstimulated exhaustion, unable to take anymore.

But when he runs his tongue behind my ear and whispers, “Goodfuckinggirl,” I somehow find my second wind and potential for a third.

I turn and smash my mouth to his almost violently. I’m nipping and biting and tugging his lower lip between my teeth and swallowing down each and every noise he lets out as I frantically open his shirt, even ripping one button. I’m spinning in a lust-filled urgency, like I can’t wait one more second and I growl in frustration because Crosby’s hands between us are taking too long with his buckle and shorts so I shove him to the couch, prepared to take matters into my own hands.

“Get over here.” Crosby leans back against the pillows, his shirt still on but unbuttoned, exposing the warm, tan skin of his chest and stomach. I’m desperate for the feel and taste of his skin, but I don’t know where to start and I’m overwhelmed by all of Crosby available to me at once.

No boundaries, no barriers, no one to worry about. We’re safe in my home, free to be uninhibited as we surrender to the pull happening between us while we’ve been forced to remain apart.

Crosby manages to lose his shorts and boxer briefs and I bite my lip when he calls my name, pulling me free from the tornado of thoughts swarming in my head.

“See?” Crosby asks, his eyes following mine to where the evidence of his arousal glistens, and I find my tongue escaping my mouth to swipe at my lip. “I could’ve lost itjustfrom watching you. Get over here and sit on me.”

He reaches for his shorts, and I hear the crinkle of the condom wrapper in his palm.

“If you don’t need it, I don’t either.” I want to feel him as close as possible.

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