Page 39 of Crew
I punched the gas a little harder and made it to the hotel in under twenty minutes. My nerves were buzzing, but I tried to shake it off, telling myself this was only Singleton and it would be like any other time we’d spent together in a hotel room.
After parking, I grabbed my bag and headed inside, then took the elevator up to the third floor. When the doors opened, I strode out into the quiet hallway. Room 312 wasn’t far, and I found it easily.
I knocked twice, and before I could even process how nervous I still felt, the door swung open.
“Hey.” Singleton smiled.
“Hey,” I replied, walking inside, my pulse quickening the moment the door clicked shut behind me. “You already settled in?”
“Yeah. Made myself comfortable.”
I grinned, eyeing his T-shirt and basketball shorts. “I see that.”
His gaze was hot on me, and the sexual tension between us was exactly how it had been when we’d been together before. Like it had never gone away. “You look good,” he stated.
“You too,” I muttered, not sure how else to answer.
Then, without another word, he closed the space between us, his lips finding mine in a kiss that was everything I remembered.
My bag fell somewhere near the door as he tugged at my clothes and peeled my shirt off. I yanked his over his head and let it fall, then pushed him back, all while kissing him hard enough to erase the weeks we’d been apart.
“I’ve been hard since you said you were almost here,” he rasped against my jaw as he undid my jeans.
“Yeah?” I hooked my fingers in his waistband. “Let’s do something about it.”
My legs hit the bed and I sank onto the mattress, dragging him with me until we landed hard, mouths locked, hands greedy.
I shoved down his shorts far enough to free him. He got my jeansand boxers halfway off, allowing us to grind together. I rocked up into him, and he cursed, then buried his face in my neck as our dicks slid against each other. I did it again, angling my hips until I found that sweet friction that made both of us groan.
Knox’s breath hitched. He rutted against me like he couldn’t stop himself, his length dragging over mine, our bodies slipping against each other with nothing in the way. I grabbed his ass and pulled him tighter.
We continued to move like that—fast, frantic, filthy—like it was the only way to erase the weeks we’d been apart.
When he started to shake, clearly teetering on the edge, I flipped him. Pinned him to the mattress with my mouth, my weight, and a look that told him we weren’t done.
I ran my tongue over his chest, pausing to suck each nipple until he twisted the sheets in his grasp. Then I went lower to his abs, then to the soft skin just above his shaft that was neatly trimmed. I licked there, slowly and deliberately, before taking him into my mouth without warning.
His hips jolted, a strangled sound tearing from his throat. “Fuck, Stratton?—”
I popped off him. “You missed this?”
“You know I did.”
My strokes were slow and tight, while my tongue trailed along his length, teasing the head and keeping him hanging by a thread. His skin was flushed, his mouth parted, and his hair a mess, yet I’d barely gotten started.
“Turn over,” I ordered, breathless.
He obeyed quickly, like he had been waiting for that command.
He got onto his knees, then to his forearms, ass high and ready.
No words. No hesitation. Just need.
I coated myself with lube, lined up, and slid inside him in one slow, long stroke.
He groaned low as he trembled beneath me. I held his hips, my movements fast and relentless. My thighs burned from the pace,sweat dripping down my spine, but I couldn’t stop—couldn’t fucking breathe—because he felt too good, too tight, too perfect around me.
He reached for himself, but I caught his wrist and stopped him. “Don’t come.”
