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“I’d say you can have whatever you want.” A ripple rolls through her, she tightens around my digits, and that’s when I feel it. Deft fingers attack my belt, a quick flick of the button, and the rasp of a zipper makes me falter in fucking her with my fingers. I’m tempted to pull away from her and bury my head between her thighs. Instead, I stay still when pure softness wraps around my shaft, thumb sweeping over the tip, coming away with precum.
“Hmm.” She places her thumb in her mouth, licking the dewy drop from her skin and lighting me on fire.
“I think it’s only fair I do the same thing.” I mourn the loss of being inside her velvet heat, but the wetness that’s coating my fingers, her essence, the salty-sweet flavor, explodes on my tongue. Next time, I’ll get it directly from the source, it’s a promise to myself that I’ll make a reality.
“Fuck,” Serena breathes, going back to working my cock. The up and down motion, the twist of her wrist, and the firm grip she has on me are nearly too much. This time when she takes my fingers, I press down on her clit while thrusting my fingers in and out. The noises she’s making, the way she’s coating me and the inside of her thighs, I know it won’t be long. The downfall in all of this is that I didn’t destroy her panties in order for me to see the full fucking effect. The same goes for Serena’s top. I’d give my left nut right about now to have her without a stitch of clothing on her body.
Her phone ringing interrupts my thoughts about getting her naked, but what it doesn’t do is stop me from making her come.
“Crew.” My name comes out like a purr. “I need to get that, or they’ll send a search party.”
“Then you better stay quiet, or I’ll stop fucking you, and we both know neither of us wants that to happen.” I redouble my efforts, going for broke and watching as she fumbles with the phone.
“You don’t play fair.” She hits the accept button and brings the phone to her ear. I smirk, watching as she tries to compose herself enough to answer the phone when the tips of my fingers meet her G-spot. Her eyes close, and she says, “Hey, Mom. Is everything okay?” Serena uses her shoulder to hold the phone and uses two hands on me. I rock back on my heels, trying to stave off the desire to come, and a low groan rumbles in my chest. “Yeah, I’ll still be there. We’re wrapping up one final task, and then I’m going directly to your place.” She pauses, eyes closing, lashes fanning her cheeks, teeth pressing on her lower lip to muffle a moan of her own. “Love you, too. See you soon.”
The minute the phone goes dark, the orgasm consumes her. The only way she’s able to stay upright is the grip she has on my cock, one that’s taking me right over the edge with her. Each pulse of her cunt, each tug on my cock, and she’s coming on my fingers while I’m coming on her milky skin.
“Goddamn, that’s hot,” I admit with each thick, white rope I paint on her. Thighs, the fabric, and even my hand that’s still buried between her legs.
“So hot.” We slowly disengage from one another.
“Tomorrow evening, you’re mine. Either I’ll go to your place, or you can come to mine. Bring Mackie. I’ve got an outdoor area for him, plus there’s a trail near the apartment. Whatever you want, we’ll make it work.”
“I’d like that a lot.”
“Yeah, me fucking, too.” I drop my mouth to hers, kissing her one last time before we have to go our separate ways.
10
SERENA
The whole way over, I worried my bottom lip. This sneaking around behind my uncle’s back will surely blow up in our faces. I’m still new at the office, but I can find another job, maybe in a different city, county, or state. Nevertheless, I’ll persevere. I’m more concerned about the fallout that Crew will encounter with how my uncle will react once we do tell everyone we’re exploring this thing between us.
A thing we have yet to talk about at length. I know the banter is there, as well as the sexual tension and attraction, that’s off the charts. And while Crew has made statements, they’ve been in the heat of the moment. Plus, it’s not like we’ve had a lot of alone time unless we’re sneaking kisses or orgasms. Last night, I had to leave the office and head right to my parents’ house, leaving us little time to talk again. By the time I came home, put away the leftovers I was sent home with, took a shower, and climbed into bed, my eyes were barely able to stay open when Crew called me. We spoke for a few minutes, but when my yawns started to dominate the conversation, he ended the call.
That led us to today, with little to no downtime once we stepped foot through the door. Whereas the door was shut moreduring the day, the same couldn’t be said for the morning. At first, it had me worried. Did we revert backward? Did the rules Crew said he broke fall into place again? He cleared up my worries entirely when there was a lull in people traipsing in and out.
Once everyone left, he slid a finger down the slope of my neck, dropped a garage door remote in my purse, and told me he’d see me at his house after work. Then he backed me up behind the door, making sure nobody could see or hear us, and dropped a scorching ass kiss on me and a whisper of a promise for more to come later. Crew also followed it up with a guarantee that we would be talking tonight.
Now, I’m in the elevator, key card in my hand to give back to him and seeing what it’s like to live in an apartment with all the amenities one could think about having. The ding alerts me right as the doors slide open. Crew is standing there waiting for me. Gone is the business attire, and in its place is a white shirt and well-worn jeans, barefoot to boot. It’s doing crazy fucking things to me, like making my nipples pebble and my core quiver with need.
I opted for comfort after wearing skirts, dresses, and heels for well over a week. I tossed my hair up in a loose ponytail, took my makeup off, lathered my skin with lotion, and replaced the wired bra with one that won’t poke and jab me when I bend the wrong way. Threw on an oversized graphic shirt, pulled on a pair of slouchy-style sweatpants, and slid on a pair of house slippers that have a sole made for outside purposes.
“Felt like forever till you got here,” Crew states before he wraps me up in his arms. My own go around his waist, and he kisses the top of my head.
Being held, not just a quick hug or a passionate kiss, just this, I didn’t realize I needed it until now. The tension from the what-ifs leaves my body, and I turn my head off. I soak upCrew’s strength, his scent, and his presence. There are no words needed. The quietness doesn’t bother me, especially after the endless chatter after a day of work. “You good, sweetheart?” he mutters against the crown of my head.
“Yeah, I really am. As long as you don’t feed me again.” Between my parents and Crew ordering lunch, I’m as full as a tick, ready to explode.
“No food, got it. Maybe a snack later?” He pulls back and dips his knees, bringing us to eye level.
“A big maybe. Do you realize I’ve eaten more in the past four days than I usually would in a week? I’m going to have to start taking the stairs at work and running. Yuck. Running isn’t my idea of fun, you know.” Crew smirks, eyes sparkling with mirth.
“To be fair, I always order lunch at work. Maybe not every single day, but a few times a week. The other days, I’ll bring leftovers, which seems to be plenty when cooking for one person.” Damn, a man who cooks. Not even my father does that, at least not in the kitchen. He can wield a spatula on a grill, but in Mom’s place? Nope. Mom came home from work one day after Dad decided to surprise us with a home-cooked meal. Unfortunately, it was a disaster. Dad had half the contents of the entire kitchen out of the cabinets. Spaghetti sauce spilled from the floor to the ceiling because he cooked it on high heat. That was the last time he had free rein in Mom’s domain.
“I know how that goes. I’ve learned to freeze leftovers in small containers or eat them for lunch. Life happens, and I’m still going through what I have now until payday.” Whoops, I should have kept that little tidbit to myself. In order to keep the conversation on a lighter side, I press a quick kiss to his lips, though I should know by now that Crew wouldn’t allow anything involving our mouths to be short and sweet. His hand cups the back of my head, and he takes over. His tongue slides inside,intertwining with mine, never letting up until we’re both hot and breathless.
My eyes close, and my hands slide beneath the fabric of his shirt as I feel his own move down my back. A whispering touch of sensations, he presses the tips of his fingers into my lower back, massaging the aches and pains that he has no idea have been bothering me. I sigh in response, and he keeps at it while continuing our deep and passionate kiss. My breasts become heavy, nipples rasping against the fabric and making me want to rub against Crew to find some relief.
