Page 6 of Lovesick
Mystery Man’s brows furrow. “Did I stutter?”
“Are you kidding me? I’ll crush you.”
He cocks his head, some tresses from his middle part falling into his eyes. “Sweetheart, I’ve lifted weights heavier than you.”
I can tell.
“Sweetheart? Really?” I scoff, yet I can’t ignore the part of me that wants to preen for him.
“You didn’t tell me your name,” he volleys.
“You didn’t tell me yours.”
A cocksure grin curls his lips as hubris clouds him like asecond skin. “You’re right. You need something to scream when I’m nose-deep inside you.” There’s an arrogant edge to his tone, probably nourished by endless praise from all the women whocamebefore me.
“That’s a little presumptuous.”
“It’s Crew,” he says, ignoring my previous comment.
Crew. The hotness continues.
It dawns on me that I’m stillverynaked, and I cover my breasts with my arms. I don’t know why I feel so…shy…all of a sudden. I’m not self-conscious, per se, but the way Crew stares at me instills anxiety into my barely beating heart.
“Merit,” I eke out.
I catch the tail end of a smile in the darkness. He’s so…beautiful. Otherworldly. Limned in filaments of moonlight.
He lifts his head a little. “Well, Merit, I’m a big man with a big appetite, and I’m going to die of fucking starvation if you don’t come over here and let me eat. So sit down. I’m not asking again.”
Swoon.
My cunt is screaming at me to do as he says, a burgeoning pressure engulfing the lower half of me like a wildfire. It’s unbearable—similar to shaking up my carnal want like it’s a carbonated beverage and capping it with nowhere to go.
Fuck it. I probably won’t suffocate him…right?
Shimmying my pants and thong off, I can feel his heated stare on me the entire time, relishing in my amateur strip show. I then crawl on the bed toward him, letting him get comfortable before hovering my wet entrance over his mouth. He doesn’t let me sit down right away. First, he takes two fingers and runs them through my accumulated arousal, watching them scintillate in the fading light. If I wasn’t gripping the life out of the headboard, I would’ve crushed him with my hoo-ha.
“Fuck, you’re so wet. Look at the way your poor pussy’s gushing for me,” he moans, wiping my slick across his lipsbefore fully submerging a finger in his mouth. “And you taste even better.”
I hate the way that I leak even more.
Then, abruptly, my balance is challenged when he yanks me onto his face, tonguing my swollen opening with a promise to bring me to that precipice. I squirm—my cunt clenching around a phantom feeling—though I’m thankfully kept in place by his vice-like grip on my thighs.
He tests the waters with another lap—gradually whittling down my reinforced defenses until I’m a puddle—and then he spears his tongue inside me. Far-reaching, he sweeps against my inner walls, employing a circling motion that tickles that big, red destruct button on my mental dashboard.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathe out, grinding over his pursed lips, my pulse thundering against the thin skin of my neck.
I can practically feel Crew grinning against my apex as he uses his meticulous tongue to swirl over my bundle of nerves, lighting up my synapses like a grid gaining power after an outage. The viscous sound of his spit and my arousal echoes around the room, and he never once comes up for air as he swallows my liquid desire greedily.
There’s a dizziness setting up camp in my skull, my legs trembling restlessly each time he carves me out. My need to come collides head-on with his need to pleasure me, the latter overwhelmingly more powerful given the titillating licks he serves to my molten core. My fingernails clamp down on the wood of the headboard so hard that I’m afraid I’ll leave behind claw marks as if I’m some wild, sex-starved animal.
“It feels so good. Oh, God. I don’t know if I can take anymore.”
He extricates himself just enough to speak. “You can, Merit. And you will. Let me take my time. Let me revel in you.”
How does he know exactly what to say?
My lower lip falls victim to a bite, and I stifle the mostpathetic whimper. I don’t think I’m going to last much longer. Violet the Vibrator has nothing on Crew.
