Page 28 of Crush & Byte
I laughed weakly, feeling oddly shy despite what we’d just done.“Wow.”
“The best way to wake our woman.”Crush grinned before kissing me again.He brushed my hair back from my sweat-dampened forehead, his touch surprisingly gentle for a man his size.“You’re fucking gorgeous when you come.”
Heat rushed to my cheeks at his words.Outside, lightning flashed again, illuminating his face for a brief moment.The sharp angles of his jaw, the intensity in his eyes as he looked down at me made my heart stutter in my chest.
“You still with us?”Crush pressed a kiss to my shoulder, nipping slightly before kissing my shoulder again.
I nodded, not trusting my voice just yet.I felt both completely relaxed and somehow still wound tight, oversensitive and eager for more all at once.Crush shifted, and before I realized what was happening, he’d scooped me into his arms, lifting me against his chest as if I weighed nothing.I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his neck.
“Shower,” he said simply, carrying me to the stairs.They were narrow, but I knew Crush wouldn’t drop me.I still trembled with aftershocks and all this emotion inside me.In Crush’s arms I found safety in a way I’d never experienced before.Byte’s too.And more caring from each of them over a couple of days than from everyone I’d ever known in my life combined.Other than perhaps Mrs.Walsh, but she was sneaky.These guys didn’t do subtle.
As he carried me, I caught Byte’s eyes over Crush’s shoulder.The desire I saw there, mingled with something deeper, more profound, made my breath catch.This wasn’t just physical for any of us.And as terrifying as that realization should have been, all I felt was a bone-deep certainty I belonged with both of them.
Crush carried me into the bathroom and set me on the cool vanity top.The bathroom was small but with a very large walk-in shower that dominated one wall.Steam already fogged the mirror above the sink.Apparently, Crush had planned ahead for us.Which made me feel that much more cared for.Lightning flashed through the small window, illuminating the space in brief, electric bursts from the weakening storm.
“You good to stand?”Crush asked, his voice a low rumble that I felt more than heard.
I nodded, though my legs still felt like jelly from the intense orgasms Byte had given me.“I think so.”
Crush lifted me down carefully and paused to make sure I really could stand.I gave him a thumbs-up and he leaned in to kiss me before testing the water with his hand.He turned back to me and shucked his boxers before holding out his hand to me.I took it without hesitation.
I drank in the sight of him.Crush had a broad chest covered in various tattoos.I’d seen glimpses of his ink before, but now I could take in the full display across his pectorals and down his ribs.
“Like what you see?”There was a hint of amusement in his voice, but also vulnerability that surprised me.
“Very much,” I admitted, my eyes trailing over the defined muscles of his abdomen.Crush was hard.All over.His body a testament to years of physical discipline, muscles flexed and bunched under his skin making my palm itch to caress every inch.His cock was fully erect, jutting proudly thick and intimidating from a nest of dark hair.
I was already naked from my encounter with Byte, but standing there under Crush’s intense scrutiny made me feel suddenly self-conscious.He must have sensed my hesitation because he stepped forward, cupping my face in his large hands.
“You’re perfect,” he said simply, then bent to press his lips to mine in a surprisingly gentle kiss given the hunger radiating from him.
He guided me into the shower, the warm spray hitting my back as steam billowed around us.The glass enclosure, our own private world, insulated from everything except the occasional rumble of thunder that vibrated through the walls.
Crush reached for a bottle of soap, pouring some into his palm.“Turn around,” he instructed, his voice soft but commanding.
I did as he asked, facing the shower wall as his hands began to work the soap into a lather across my shoulders.His fingers massaged out knots of tension I hadn’t even realized were there.I sighed, leaning against him as he worked his way down my back.
“Relax, baby.Nothing happens that you don’t want to happen.And as much as I want to, I’m not going to fuck you here.I want to learn your body.And I want my own taste of you.”
Crush turned me to face him, his gaze finding mine as his hand slid between my thighs.“Still want this?”he asked, his finger tracing my entrance without quite pushing inside.
“Yes,” I breathed, spreading my legs slightly to give him better access.“Touch me.”
He captured my lips again as he slid two fingers inside me, his other arm wrapping around my waist to hold me steady.I moaned into his mouth, clutching at his shoulders for support.He worked me slowly when I began to rock against his hand.
“That’s it,” he encouraged against my lips.“Show me what you need.”
Crush had an intensity about him that Byte didn’t, but I knew it would be easy to be overwhelmed by Crush’s force of personality and his dominance if Byte didn’t temper him.One more reason I could see why they needed any relationship they had with a woman to have both their dynamics.
His fingers inside me, he moved his thumb to my clit with unerring accuracy.“I’ve got you,” he murmured, backing me against the shower wall for support as he dropped to his knees before me.“Hold onto me.”
I threaded my fingers through his wet hair as he lifted one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me completely to him.The first stroke of his tongue had me crying out, the sound echoing off the shower walls.He was relentless, alternating between broad, flat strokes and pointed flutters that had me climbing toward another peak with shocking speed.
“Crush.”I tugged at his hair as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable intensity.“Oh, my God!”
“Do it,” he commanded, the words vibrating against my sensitive flesh.“Come all over my face, River.”
I came so hard it felt like I’d been hit by a train.My scream wasn’t subtle, and I didn’t try to hold anything back.My vision went white around the edges as my muscles seized and I came in a wet rush.Crush held me upright with a strong grip on my thighs.He worked me through it, gentling his touch on my clit as I came down from the incredible high.
