Page 61 of Crew
He kissed me briefly, then pulled back and slammed into me.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” Igasped.
“Not gonna,” he panted, grinding into me with perfect rhythm to split me open over and over.
I fisted the sheets tighter as he pounded into me, every brutal thrust sending fire through my veins. He moved like he was trying to carve himself into my body, into my fucking soul.
“God, Crew,” he gritted out, his hips hitting deep. “So fucking good.”
“Harder,” I gasped, digging my heels into his back. I needed more; I needed everything.
He gave it to me rough and relentless until I was writhing under him, my cock trapped between us, desperate for friction.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered.
I didn’t hesitate. I wrapped my hand around my dick and pumped fast, chasing the edge he was driving me toward with every thrust.
He slammed into me again and again. Our bodies were coated with sweat.
“I’m close,” he growled. “Gonna fill your mouth. Open up for me.”
Before I could think, he pulled out. I let go of my cock and grabbed his thighs as he straddled my chest. His hand wrapped around his shaft, jerking fast and rough, eyes locked on mine. I opened up, needing it. He cursed low, muscles straining, and then he came—hot and hard—spilling into my mouth and down my chin. I swallowed what I could and licked my lips.
But he wasn’t finished.
Knox slid back down my body, and wrapped his hand around my cock. “Not leaving you like this.”
He took me into his mouth deep, sucking hard like he was starving for it.
My head slammed back against the mattress as my hips jerked helplessly. “Fuck?—”
His mouth tightened around me, while his tongue dragged under the sensitive ridge, and I broke apart. I came hard down his throat, my entire body locking up, a shout ripped from my lungs.
He swallowed everything and didn’t stop until I was shaking and gasping beneath him.
Then he crawled back up and kissed me hard, the taste of sweat, cum, and everything filthy between us still on his skin. I grabbed the back of his neck. “You’re mine,” I whispered against his lips. “Every fucking inch.”
He didn’t answer—just pressed harder into me like he couldn’t stand even a centimeter of space between us.
I held him there, our hearts hammering wildly against one another.
We were wrecked, raw, and still shaking, but he was here. That was all I needed.
My sheets were pulled halfwayup, my arm stretched behind my head while Knox laid on his side facing me, his fingers dragging slowly across my stomach, tracing my six-pack. He hadn’t stopped touching me since we’d fallen back into bed. I never wanted him to stop.
“Still can’t believe this actually happened,” he murmured.
I peered over at him. “Us or the trade?”
He grinned. “Both.”
It was quiet for a while after that, but it wasn’t weird. Just comfortable.
I took a breath and shifted a little under the covers. “I’ve been thinking about coming out.”
His hand paused, then continued its slow trail across my stomach. “Yeah?”
I nodded, looking at the ceiling. “For a while now.” I hesitated, letting the words sink in before I continued. “Seeing Parker with his husband, Matthewson too ... It made me start thinking about it more. I don’t know if I’m ready yet, but I want to be.”
