Page 74 of Crazy In Love
Anticipation is like a drug, sizzling through my veins and burning the tips of my fingers. But I’m a desperate man—not only for Fox’s body, but for sleep. The kind of sleep I find only after being insideher.
I leave my truck parked down the street near the bakery, to buy myself a cover story, and letting myself in to the bookstore, I keep the lights off and my movements silent as I make my way up the stairs, through the door, and around again to ensure I lock up.
I turn, my cock already raging and hard, and catch a beautiful view of Fox asleep under just a sheet, her belly pressed to the mattress, and her long, mahogany hair splayed over her face. Her eyes are closed. Her breathing, regular and relaxed.
And because she’s a good girl, eager to please, I allow my eyes to wander down the messy sheet to her body wrapped only in a silk nightie, the end riding up to reveal a delicate lace thong.
She prepared for me, just like she promised she would.
Parched and desperate, I swallow, lubricating my throat. Making a detour to the bathroom, I find the bottle of lube in the vanity drawers, and beside it, the box of condoms I kinda made a scene over and partially stole.
Ish.
I bring both back into the living space and bend to untie my boots while I walk, toeing each one off when I get to the end of the bed. I unsnap my jeans and set my things on the mattress within easy reach, and becausethe waiting has been my foreplay for hours, I pull my cock from my jeans and bite down as pleasure eagerly claws along my throat.
There will be no waiting tonight.
There will be no slow seduction.
I peel my shirt off and set it on the floor, and pinching the corner of the sheet between my fingers, I draw it down her body to reveal all of her under the light of the streetlamps outside.
“So fucking beautiful.” I want to destroy her pussy, slamming home without finesse and devouring what she offers without remorse. But there’s another part of me, a surprising part, that wants to climb in and take things slow. To wake her up and look into her eyes while I move over her. Lazy strokes. Gentle touches.
Jesus, is that what lovemaking is?
A part of me wants that, too.
But that’s not what I asked for earlier. It’s not what I have permission to do. And fuck, but as a man who knows what it is to have his control and autonomy stripped away, I vow to always and only ever do the specific things she consents to.
Even if that means lying to my brother about my feelings toward a certain siren seductress.
I push my jeans down my thighs and kick them to the floor, and setting one knee on the mattress between her open legs, I grab her ankles and carefully, slowly, straighten her out without waking her up.
I press a kiss to the swell of her ass, nibbling on her flesh as goosebumps race along her spine and down to mark her thighs, and because I want so desperately to be inside her, I draw her thong over her hips and down her legs, dropping it to the floor beside my jeans. Already, pre-cum falls from the head of my cock and onto her ass, dribbling over the highest swell and down to settle right where her plug waits for me to play.
I fist my cock, too needy to wait, too anxious to deprive myself, and though I consider squeezing lube onto my length to make the glide smoother, I reach between her legs and find her wet anyway.
Surprised, I put my hand on the bed beside her ribs and lean around to peek at her face, only to find her lips curled into a devious smile. Her eyes are still closed, but her mind wide, wide awake.
“You were supposed to stay asleep.”
“Couldn’t.” She twists beneath me, carefully pulling her legs around and circling my hips with them. Then she uses her strength and tugs me forward. “You try sleeping with a plug in your ass. It’s not all that relaxing.”
I snort, but my laughter turns to a moan as my cock touchesher fiery core. She eats me up with a sigh, squeezing me extra tight, the hard line of her plug grating along the bottom of my dick.
“Shit.” She tilts her head back, stretching her neck, and leaving me with the perfect view and a buffet to taste. “Jesus, Chris. I didn’t come to Plainview expecting to get laid as often or as well as I have been.”
“Happy surprises.” I latch on to her neck and suckle right where her pulse thunders, and rocking my hips back, I slide forward again and seat myself all the way to the base. “You have the sweetest pussy I’ve ever known, Fox. Fuck.”
She drapes her arms over my shoulders, her cry of pleasure hitting my ear and crawling somewhere deep and dark and entirely unexplored within my soul.
“You can sleep inside me, if you want.” She tangles her fingers in my hair and pulls me back, searching my eyes in the shadows. “Try. See if you can manage more than four hours.”
ROUND TWENTY
FOX
I wake at a little before nine the next morning,longafter my usual seven—New York time—and sit up with a start. Gulping for fresh air, I search the apartment for all the things that feel different.
