Page 45 of Crave

Oh yeah…he’s so big, so silky, so absolutely rock-hard. A drop of liquid oozes from the tip and I rub it all over his flared head.

Piercing green eyes lock on mine with an intoxicating brew of worship and need.

“Katie,” he pants. For the first time in my life, I don’t mind the nickname. Ben can moan it any time he likes. He makes it into a song — a poem.

Inexperienced as he is, he doesn’t need any guidance to buck his hips forward. He slides his dick through my grasp in a rhythm we both understand.

“Oh God, ohhhhh God,” he gasps raggedly. I tease his balls, heavy and full. They fit perfectly in my palm.

I’m yearning for his cum. I want to see him lost in the throes of passion.

“You’re close, aren’t you, honey?” I murmur. “I’m going to suck you. I think you’ll really like that.”

His reply is cut off by his muffled grunt as I stroke the heavy cock that throbs so invitingly.

“What about you?” he tries. “I want— Kate, I need— I want to make you feel good—”

He really is close. And I want to have my cock and eat it too.

“If I suck you off…” I flick out my tongue, swirling it around and around his hot, spongy skin. “Can you get hard for me again?”

He gasps, his hands clenching on my breasts.

“I need you inside me, Ben. You have no idea.”

He drops his face to mine and groans into my neck, trying to stifle himself.

“I need you to fuck me, baby. I want to be your first.”

When his lips close on my neck, I squeeze his dick in response.

He doesn’t realize how hard he’s sucking on my tender flesh. He doesn’t know my neck will be covered in hickeys by the time he’s done.

“I want that too, Kate.” He grips my shoulders. His tongue is everywhere — my neck, my throat, my ear, in the hollow between my collarbones.

“Tell me.”

“I want —” He swallows. “I want to cum in your mouth,” he whispers. “I want to touch you and drink you in and make you feel amazing. I want you to be my first.”

“Get naked, baby. Come up here and let me suck on you.”

Feverishly, he unlaces his Chucks, peels off his socks and jeans and boxers. His beautiful cock springs free and he kneels above me, grabbing the back of the seat as the bus bumps along.

Oh, yes. This is what I’ve been wanting since I first saw Ben onstage. I want him in my mouth, I want his fucking essence inside me.

Lavishing attention on his silky head, I urge him to sink his cock deep in my mouth as I fondle his balls.

He’s trying to make the pleasure last, but I’m not letting him. Not this time. Not when I want to taste his cum so badly. His hands clutch my hair, making tears spring to my eyes. His body takes over as he fucks my face, losing himself to the ecstasy of my lips and tongue all over his rigid dick.

He goes tense. He’s trying not to cry out on this dark bus filled with sleeping people. He climaxes fast and hard, streams of cum splashing over my tongue.

I swallow and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. Before I can say a word, he dives between my legs, pulling at my miniskirt. It comes off along with my panties, and I’m naked before him.

He spreads my legs and takes a minute to stare. Then he gently traces my labia, opening them so he can see every bit of me. I bite my lip as big fingers stroke my wet, wet pussy.

“Oh my God,” he whispers. I know he’s found the sparkling barbell piercing my clit hood. “Can I…touch it?”

He looks up at me, pleading. Sweet Jesus, he’s shaking with excitement.

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