Page 48 of Cru's Crush
“Wait.” He returned to where I stood, gripping the counter.
“What are you doing?” I asked when he unfastened my pants again, pulled them over my arse, then knelt in front of me. He leaned forward, this time bringing his mouth between my legs.
“I need these.” He wrapped the lace of my thong around his finger and pulled until it tore, then did the same thing on the other side. He removed them from my body, stuffed them in his pocket, then pulled my jeans back up and refastened them before standing and swatting my bottom. “Go change.”
“I don’t think I can walk.” I wasn’t exaggerating. I was too dizzy with renewed desire. I didn’t dare release my grip on the counter.
“I can take care of that.” Before I realized what was happening, Cru lifted me and slung me over his shoulder. One hand cupped my sex as he carried me upstairs, then deposited me on the bed.
“Don’t go,” I pleaded when he took a step away.
“We both know I have to.” He rubbed his hardness. “As it is, I can’t imagine how I’ll make it through dinner without your parents and my mother and siblings knowing exactly how badly I want to fuck you.”
My eyes rolled back in my head, and I flopped against the mattress, unable to stop myself from putting my hand between my legs.
I felt Cru’s weight on the mattress but was still surprised when he wrapped his fingers around my wrist and pulled my hand away from my sex. “No touching yourself.”
I opened my eyes and looked into his.
“You’ll earn your pleasure tonight, Daphne.”
“How?”
“Until our guests leave, you’ll do as I ask.”
“What do you mean?”
He kissed my cheek. “You’ll see.” He turned and looked out the window. “Better hurry. Your parents are here.”
I groaned. “My parents?”
He nodded. “And it looks like they stopped to pick up my ma.” He was on his way out the bedroom door when he stopped and looked over his shoulder. “Daphne?”
“Yes?”
“If you touch yourself again, I’ll know.”
I nearly convulsed, looking into his heated eyes. How could I be expected to focus on making dinner or conversation or anything other than how much my body yearned for Cru’s?
“Wait,” I said, racing after him before he went downstairs. When he turned toward me, I cupped his hardness, then ran a finger down his length. “If I’m going to suffer, so are you.”
He pulled my body flush with his. “You have no idea how much I’ve suffered all these years. It started the day I met you, Daphne.” He reached up and tweakedmy nipple. “Do as you’re told, and both our suffering will soon end.”
I retreated to the bedroom when he went downstairs, carefully choosing what to wear. Cru had to know me well enough to expect I’d play the game just as well as he was.
When I joinedhim and our guests downstairs, I had on a short skirt similar to the one I’d worn before and a bra matching a different garter belt that held up another pair of the silk stockings I’d purchased. I wore a sweater and shoes but no panties—something I intended to make Cru very well aware of.
After greeting my parents and his mother, I stood in the kitchen, prepping the rest of dinner. Cru approached me from behind, shifted me so the lower halves of our bodies were obstructed from view by the island, and ran his hand up my leg. When he reached my pussy, his breath caught at the same time mine did.
I closed my eyes and leaned into him when he brushed my clit with his index finger. A split second later his touch was gone and he was headed to the door to greet Alex and Maddox. Even with broken ribs, Idoubted Alex’s husband was in any more discomfort than I was.
“Less getting up and down,” he mumbled when he sat at a stool near the bar and Alex asked if he’d be more comfortable in a chair. “Good to see you, Daphne,” he said, resting his elbow on the countertop and his chin in his hand.
I walked over and kissed his cheek. “How are you doing, Mad?” I asked.
“A lot better than I will be when the pain meds wear off.”
“I’ve been where you are, so I can empathize.”
