Page 22 of Crew
“And here I thought I was always the overeager one,” I teased as we stumbled across his condo to get to his bedroom, a trail of clothes left throughout every room.
“It must be the leftover adrenaline from the game,” he mused.
“Or maybe you just can’t get enough of me.” I winked.
“Not going to argue with that.”
We collapsed onto his bed, our mouths fused together. The kiss was urgent and addictive, but something felt different too.
My hands wandered all over his body, loving how solid he felt beneath my touch. Moving my lips from his mouth to his ear, I whispered, “I want to fuck you first tonight.”
The heat in his eyes was unmistakable. “I’m all yours.”
I kissed him again, slowly. Taking my time to savor the taste of him was something I wasn’t used to. I was usually the guy who bailed after one night. Maybe I’d stick around for two if the sex was decent. But with Crew, it wasn’t just sex. And for whatever reason that didn’t scare me.
My fingers tangled in his hair as I rolled us over so I was on top of him.
He widened his legs, and I kneeled on the mattress between them and unbuckled his belt. “I don’t know what you’re doing to me, but I can’t seem to get enough.”
I snapped my mouth closed before I let any more truths fly. My feelings toward him and what we were doing might have been changing, but that didn’t mean they were for Stratton, and I didn’t want to do anything to send him running.
“I can’t either.” He watched me with his amber eyes as I tugged his jeans and boxers down and wrapped my hand around his already hard dick. I leaned down to kiss my way along his chest and abs before giving the tip of his shaft a lick.
The second my tongue touched him, his whole body jerked.
“Wait,” he gasped. “If you put your mouth on me right now, I’m going to come down your throat.”
I peeked up at him and grinned. “I don’t have a problem with that.”
“Yeah, but I want to come with you inside me,” he breathed heavily.
I nodded and shifted back, soaking in the sight of him laid out in front of me. If I ever stopped to think about what I wanted in someone I could date, he’d probably check all the boxes.
What the hell was happening to me? Crew Stratton was messing with my head, and he likely had no idea.
Reaching for the lube, I poured a generous amount on my fingers and slipped two inside him.
He winced slightly at the intrusion.
“You okay?”
He let out a sharp breath. “Yeah.”
I waited until I felt his legs relax on either side of me before I continued working him open with slow, steady strokes.
His muscles clenched around my digits, and I could hardly wait to feel him do the same around my dick.
“Are you ready for me?”
“Yeah,” hepanted.
I reached for the lube again, slicked myself up, and pressed the head of my cock to his asshole.
“Is this what you want?” I sank into him inch by inch.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “Yes!”
“God, Stratton. Your ass feels like a vice gripping me.” I grabbed his legs and pushed them back a little so I could thrust deeper.
