Page 39 of Accidentally Forever
I wasn’t sure when I had had a more fun meal in my life. And it didn’t all have to do with the amount of cheese in front of me. Yes, we probably ate too much, but I didn’t care. Everything was fresh, delectable, and the pairings made it feel like it wasn’t too rich.
Full, but not overly so, I made sure my to go container of Yorkshire Parkin tiramisu and clotted cream panna cotta were safe in my hands as Crew drove me back to my place.
“Is it wrong that I could eat more?” I asked, rubbing my belly. “I probably shouldn’t have worn a crop top.”
“You look fucking sexy, and if you want to eat a second round of dinner later, I’m all for it. But first, let’s get you home so I can have my dessert.” He gave a pointed look between my legs, and I snorted before setting the to-go containers safely in the section between the seats. Then, meeting his gaze for an instant as he drove down the highway, I hiked up my skirt ever so slightly and spread my legs.
“Aria, do you really want me to wreck this truck right here?”
“I have no idea what you mean,” I teased. And thenI slowly slid my hand under my skirt. I knew he couldn’t see exactly what I was doing, but as my fingers slid over my clit, a moan escaped my mouth.
“Fuck. Don’t you dare.”
“I’m just imagining my fingers as your tongue.”
“If it was my tongue, I’d be lapping up that sweet cunt of yours, teasing you. I’d spread you before me, making sure you were right at the edge, but not close enough. You’d beg me for my cock, but I wouldn’t let you have it. You’d be squirming, your nipples hard little points, but still, I wouldn’t let you come.”
I hadn’t realized I was panting until I arched my back, my middle finger slowly sliding in and out of my pussy. “Crew.”
“Is that pussy of yours swollen for me?”
“Please. I need to come.”
“You’re really going to come right in my truck, are you? When we’re only two streets away from your house?”
I nodded, nearly there, the edge so close. And then Crew slammed on the brakes at a stop sign, leaned over, and speared me with two fingers. Shocked, I arched my back, coming with the intrusion. My toes curled in my boots, and I rocked my hips against his hands. Somehow Crew was still driving, his fingers deep inside me, but I couldn’t think.
When he pulled out of me, I whimpered, and realized we were at my place. Blushing, I nearly screamed as Crew ripped open the door and pulled me out of the truck after he undid my seatbelt.
“You are going to be punished for that,” he growled.
“I’m pretty sure I was rewarded.” I laughed. Thankfully he let me grab the desserts, then he carried me over his shoulder into my house and slammed the door behind him.
“Go put those in the fridge, while I try not to walk with a fucking limp.”
He smacked me hard on the ass, then set me down on my feet. I looked between us, and because his cock was so hard his jeans were straining, I licked my lips.
“You’re going to hate yourself for wasting a cheese dessert, Montgomery.”
Blushing, I practically scampered into the kitchen to put everything in the fridge. I wasn’t even sure what shelf I put them on, because as soon as I closed the door, Crew was on me.
He pressed himself to my back, pushing my hands over my head.
“Did you like nearly wrecking us? By touching thatsweet pussy without my permission?”
“I don’t need your permission to come,” I snapped back.
Crew licked my neck before gently biting down. I shivered in his hold. “We’ll see about that.”
Then he shoved up my skirt and tore at the side of my panties.
“Hey! I liked those.”
“Did you?” he asked, and I was afraid of what that meant. However I had my answer when he stuffed my panties in my mouth and gagged me.
Eyes wide, I arched my back for him, needing him. He pulled up my crop top, shoved down my bra, and fondled my breasts to the point that my knees went weak. He was rough, and yet I knew the moment that I needed him to, he would be gentle. Because that was Crew. Always knowing my needs before I did. That should’ve worried me, but it didn’t.
Instead I moved into his touch, letting him take control. And at the sound of a zipper, my inner walls clenched, and I rubbed myself on him.
