Page 23 of Just a Little Crush
“Yeah... no... oh god Renn, I need more.”
“Tell me what you need.”
“I need your dick.”Jesus, I never knew she had a mouth like that.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I whisper into her ear.God knows I’d like that too.“I like hearing you beg for my dick, but not today.”
“Renn, you don’t have to be gentle with me. Please don’t hold back. I want you to fuck me.”
“You’re lucky you’re injured, or you might regret saying that.”
I hook my thumbs into the waistband of her shorts. When I shove them down over her hips, she shimmies to help me get them free, but it makes her vest fall back in place, and I miss her nipples instantly.
“Open your mouth.” I bunch the soft material together and pull it up. With one hand on either side of her head, I pull it into her mouth and set it between her teeth, gagging her. “Bite down.”
She moans when she does it and I see her eyes flutter closed.
“Good girl. Don’t let go.” She moans again and her hips roll all by themselves, desperately seeking contact, anything. Damn, my girl likes to be praised. I love that. More than anything else, learning how her body reacts to me is getting me so fucking hard.
I cup her firmly between the legs with my palm, tease her with a few strokes and then slip a finger inside her, a decade of dreams coming true. She tips her head forward to watch me add another.
“Don’t strain your neck.”
“I want to see,” I think she says through her makeshift gag.Fucking hell.
“You’ve thought about this before?”
She answers with a nod, and I tease them in and out of her in slow, firm strokes. It isn’t long before I see the telltale shake of her thighs, feel her tighten around me, but this is way too soon. I make her come and this is all over. I’m not ready to deal with the aftermath.
I take my hand away and she cries out. “More,” she pleads and who am I to deny her everything she wants? I push them back in, harder this time, and reach down with my other hand to rub her swollen clit. Her hips lift from the bed and I press my wrists down to keep her pinned in place. Her hands fly up to my biceps and grip them hard, but I pull my hand away and settle her sprained wrist back at her side.
“Don’t move. Rest, baby.”
She moans and writhes some more. This is what I love. To be in control, to build her up, to have her aching and needy for my touch.
“Wait!” she calls out, the nails of her good hand digging into my arm. I like that feeling way too much but I take my hands off her in an instant. If she doesn’t want this, I don’t either.
“What’s wrong?”
“This is going too fast, I need a second. I need to commit it all to memory.”Well that’s fucking adorable.
“You’re cute,” I laugh, “but trust me, you won’t forget this. Did I say you could open your mouth?”
I wrap my fingers underneath her thigh, hitching it further up mine then give her a sharp slap between the legs that has her buckling and yelping against me. For a second I panic I’ve gone too far.
“Again,” she begs.
Fuck, yes.“Oh, you filthy girl. You like it when I own you?”
“Yes Renn, yes.” Another smack, quickly followed by a third, has her mewling in my arms. This is what I want, what I have always craved. This primal urge to please her body over and over, to make her mine, to break her down until she’s a shaking wreck that only I can put back together again.
Two fingers stroke the most hidden parts of her while her clit gets the full attention from my other hand. I don’t even know how long it’s been since I last slept with someone, but I’ve never touched anyone like this. Getting to watch her from this angle, seeing how her body reacts to my touch, it’s everything. Bec in my arms, in my bed, is a gift I never thought I’d get. I drop my head to her neck and -fuck- she smells incredible. Her skin, her hair, her desire mixed with my shower gel is intoxicating.
I drag my tongue over her roughly and take her delicate flesh between my teeth. I want to bite her so hard I leave teeth marks, but I don’t want to scare her. This is not about me or my depraved urges.
I’m about to let go, I need to give her nipples a little more attention, when her moans deepen. She rolls her hips faster and I let her fuck my hand, loving the way she grinds back against the length of me when she pushes and pulls. My dick is rock hard and I wonder if she can feel what she’s doing to me, or if she’s too caught up in her own sensations. I hope so, this is all for her.
I wasn’t lying. She’s lucky she is injured, and in a way I’m lucky too because I’m forced to hold back. This need I have to possess her, it’s building in my chest. Using my hands to get her off like this barely scratches the surface of the things I’d do if I let that dark part of me out of its cage. I’m on the cusp of unleashing something I’ve buried for a long time.
