Page 29 of Heart Sick Hate

“You’re lying to me, Echo.” He runs his hands up my thighs, slowly inching his way inward the higher he gets. “So I’m going to have to find more creative ways to get your confession out of you. And trust me, I will.”

I shake my head. “You can’t.”

“Hmm.” He slows as his hands drag upward, pausing when they’re just shy of grazing where I need the pressure. “You sure about that?”

“No.” I tip my head back and close my eyes because he knows he’s breaking me, and I can’t stop him.

Why I’m here doesn’t matter. I need to feel him.

“Didn’t think so.” Crew’s fingers crawl upward, and he pops the button on my jeans. “Lift.”

My focus snaps back to him as his fingers curl into the top of my pants. And I lift my hips so he can drag them down, sitting once more, so he can peel them from my legs. There’s nothing more than the thin fabric of my underwear between us, and as his gaze moves to the spot between my legs, I’m sure he’s seeing how wet I am at the thought of what he’ll do.

“You drive me fucking crazy.” His fingers trace over the rose tattoos on my upper thighs before his hands move inward, and he spreads my legs for him. “You piss me off in the worst ways, and then show up in the middle of the night looking like pure fucking sin, offering your virginity to me.”

His fingers graze so close to my pussy that I almost come apart from him brushing against the soft skin of my inner thigh.

“Sin dressed up in innocence. Begging me to take your purity.” This time when his hands drift up to my hips, his thumbs drag over my underwear, and my clit throbs at the contact.

Crew slides his fingers down and peels my underwear to the side, his jaw clenching at the sight of me spread in front of him.

“Beg me to fuck you, and maybe I’ll consider it.”

Before I can tell him to fuck off, he dives between my legs. His tongue drags my pussy, and I lose all rational thought. He rolls it over my clit, and I swear it vibrates. My bones shake, and my vision blurs.

Gripping his dark hair in both my hands, I’m holding on and letting go as he fucks me with his tongue. Pressure edges me to the brim of losing my mind as he holds my hips tight to his face. And when I start to clench my thighs around his head, he presses my thighs farther apart.

I’m at his mercy, and he’s feasting like he’s starving for every bit I’ll give him.

My nails rake against his scalp as he once more moves his focus to my clit. Back and forth. In circles. Painting pictures that swirl around us as my body starts to float.

I’ve never done anything with a man—and certainly nothing like this.

Something that makes my legs boneless as he turns my body to liquid.

Lashes fluttering, I feel myself losing my grip on this plane of existence, just as Crew stops all movement and pulls back.

“Crew.” It’s a half plea, half moan.

I’m pathetic and desperate and I need him to keep going. My legs are shaking from the sudden loss of friction.

Crew sits back on his heels, continuing to press his palms to the inside of my legs to hold them open. A devious smirk on his face.

“There’s only one thing you can say to me for me to let you come, Echo. You know what it is.”

My jaw clenches, teeth gritted, but I can’t get it out. As good as he feels, I refuse to admit how much I want him. This is a means to an end, nothing more.

“Have it your way.” But instead of pulling back, he’s on my clit again.

His lips kiss my pussy like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted. His tongue dances in figure eights, and my vision darkens.

I’m no longer holding his hair, I’m clawing his hands, my legs, the chair. I’m scratching to hold on while he drives me to the edge. Air beneath my feet and wind in my hair as I start to plummet.

And just as I’m about to reach it—to taste the sweet relief—he pulls back again.

“Fuck you.” I try to kick at him as he sits back on his heels again, but his hold on my legs stops me. So I jab my heels at his sides, even if all it makes him do is laugh.

“I already told you what you need to say if you want me to fuck you.”

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