Page 24 of Just a Little Crush
I push it away and concentrate on her body, on building her up to exactly where I want her. My fingers press harder, my strokes become more focused, the wet sound of her pleasure filling the room. My other hand finds the pulse in her throat, and I get a sick thrill knowing I’ve made it race like a trapped animal. I feel her throb under my fingers and watch her chest rise and fall until her stomach tightens, shoulders turning inward. Her body clenches around me, her breath comes short and fast, until she’s crying out, her orgasm rushing through her. Bec turns her face into my neck, squeezing her eyes shut until the feeling crests and subsides. She relaxes against me, but I don’t stop, my hand massaging, spreading her wetness between her legs. I can’t stop. I’ve got her in my arms now and I don’t ever want this to end. Her coming in my hand like that is somehow both the hottest thing I’ve ever seen and not nearly enough.
This is why I’ve never made a move. It will never be enough.She’llnever be enough to satisfy the beast inside me.
“Oh Renn, oh god. Nobody has ever... please... I can’t—“ Her thighs squeeze together, she says can’t take any more, and something in me snaps. I’m not having it for one second. Every ounce of restraint disappears. I hook my ankles over the top of her knees, pulling her legs wide apart, and she gasps at the force of it.
“Do you think we’re done here, Bec?” Her perfect body tenses in my arms and I pull my hands away, reaching up to squeeze her tits, to fill her mouth with my drenched fingers. “I’ve waited my whole life to get my hands on you. You think I’m gonna let you stop at one orgasm?”
“Oh god, oh god,” she garbles around my fingers, but there’s no mistaking the way she laps them clean.
I press my mouth to her ear. “How often do you make yourself come?”
“Every day.” Her chest heaves for air.
“Once a day, or more?”
When she doesn’t answer, I pinch her nipple and tug hard. “How many times Bec?”
“Two or three!” she yelps. “Two or three.”
I switch to a gentle caress. “See, all this time I thought you were a sweet girl and now I can’t get that picture out of my mind. You getting yourself off all day long. Do you think about me when you do it?”
“Yes,” she whimpers.God, yes.I’m gonna need to know every detail of every dirty fantasy she’s ever dreamed up, but that will have to wait.
“Did you come on the morning of the accident?”
“No, there wasn’t time.”
“So that’s... two days ago. Three orgasms a day. That’s six you’ve missed out on.” I take her earlobe between my teeth, “Let’s catch you up.”
I thrust my fingers back into her and pin her to my chest when she squirms in my arms.
“Oh God, Rennie, that’s too much, I can’t take it.”
“I think you can,” I growl.
13
Bec
I’mdead.Imusthave died in the car accident. That’s the only explanation for everything that has happened in the past, however long Rennie has been doing this to me. What’s worse is I don’t even know if this is heaven or hell. How can something so good also be not nearly enough?
Rennie insists I can come again and, with his fingers hitting exactly the right spot, I do, more quickly than I’d ever manage on my own. My core tightens and I’m completely at his mercy. My orgasm rattles through me, every muscle tightens, and a sphere of white heat shoots through my veins. I squeeze my eyes shut, certain that if I open them, this dream will be over.
I’m floating out of my body, but then I realise it’s Rennie lifting me, settling me down next to him, adjusting the pillows to support my neck. And then he’s not touching me, and the absence of the heat of his body leaves me shivering.
“Tell me what you want.” I hear his command, and when I dare to look, he’s standing at the foot of the bed, an unmistakable bulge in his trousers that has me reaching for him.
I can’t take anymore, but this is one blazing inferno that refuses to go out. “Please Renn, I need you.”
“Say it again,” he says, grabbing my hand and pinning it to my bare stomach.
“I need you inside me,” I yell so loudly it makes him gasp, eyes wide. Shame heats my cheeks at my brazen request.
He lifts my good leg and kisses my ankle, nipping the tender skin between his teeth. “Listen to you, crying out for my cock. Do you think my neighbours can hear you begging? What will everyone say? Sweet little Rebecca Charlton laid out like this for me.”
Who is this man?I’ve never seen him so possessive, so commanding, sofucking male. His words make me clench around nothing and groan at the torture of not having him already. I’m dying to feel him push into me, the stretch, the fullness I crave so much.
Kneeling on the bed, he works his way up my calf, nipping, and licking, and sucking until he reaches the top of my thigh. “God, you look incredible.”
