His eyes traveled up her long legs as his hands glided up them, touching her as if she were fragile porcelain. Shannon looked down at him, kneeling at her feet. He met her eyes, and she found herself staring lost in the depths of the hunger reflected back at her. Her chest rose and fell, her breaths short and panting. The anticipation was torture, twisting her insides, making her tremble. He must have noticed.
“You’re shaking, pretty baby.”
She nodded once.
“Don’t be afraid of me, of this. I’ll be gentle.”
“I know,” she rasped out.
His hands hooked in the top edge of her panties, pulling them down a bit, just enough to reveal the rose he’d inked on her. “Beautiful,” he breathed a moment before his lips brushed against it. And then his tongue snaked out, the tip skating along the design.
Shannon’s hands went flat against the wall behind her as white hot desire shot through her, and she stuttered out on an indrawn breath, “Crash.”
His hands dragged her panties the rest of the way down and off, his movements a little more urgent, his control beginning to break, it seemed. She stepped free of them. A moment later his hands were grasping her hips firmly as his face pressed against her, inhaling deeply. Shannon’s head fell back against the wall, her eyes closing as she moaned in response to his erotic act.
Suddenly, he was back on his feet, his arms sliding around her, unhooking her bra and pulling it free. He tossed it aside, his eyes devouring her, his palms brushing up her ribcage on either side. Only a moment’s pause before they slid up, closing over her breasts, squeezing, kneading. He leaned into her, his warm hard-muscled chest coming flush against her nakedness. She looked down at his big hands, still closed over her breasts, his muscled biceps bulging. The contrast in his darker tanned skin and her creamy golden skin was striking.
She took in the eroticism of her position, being completely naked, pressed between his mostly clad body and the wall, and a thrill shot through her. She felt completely at his mercy, completely there for his pleasure, and she was all too eager to please him. His hands squeezed, pushing her breasts up as his head dipped, and his lips brushed soft kisses across the swell. Her hands went to his head, her fingers threading through his hair as she moaned. Her hands fell to his waist, urgently, as desire tore through her. She clutched the side of his jeans, her fingers closing on the belt loops, and she pulled him tighter up against her.
He released her breasts on a moan as his jean covered cock rocked against her. His palms pressed flat to the wall on either side of her head as he ordered, “Undo my pants. Now.”
Her hands obeyed, going to the button of his jeans, she undid them. She pushed the placket wide, and her gentle fingers brushed against his belly, her fingers finding and tracing the trail of hair that disappeared into his jeans. The soft touch of her fingers must have done something to him, because she heard the hiss of his indrawn breath.
A moment later, his hands dropped, sought out hers, his fingers lacing with hers and lifting them to press them against the wall above her head. He dropped his forehead to hers, his breathing sawing in and out. “Christ, Shannon. If we don’t slow down, I won’t be able to do you gentle, like you deserve. I’ll be rough and take you hard and fast,” he warned.
“Please, I want that. What you said.”
He pulled back, stunned. “What?”
“I…” She stopped, embarrassed. Maybe he didn’t want her to be so forward.
“Say it again, Princess. Please, God, say it again.”
“I want that. Rough. Hard. Fast. Please, Crash. I don’t think I can wait another minute.”
Suddenly, she was up and over his shoulder, and he was carrying her into the bedroom. He set her down on her feet, and before he could stop her, she did what she’d been longing to do since he’d crawled in bed with her. She dropped to her knees at his feet and yanked his jeans down roughly, baring him to her. His cock rose up big and hard and beautiful. Her hands slid up his thighs, and she looked up at him. He was gazing down at her, his expression letting her know how much he was craving her touch. His palm moved to her head, his fingers tangling through the long silky locks tumbling down her back.
“Damn, you’re so beautiful. I’ve never seen anything as gorgeous,” he murmured, his hand gentle in her hair.
She grasped him, her hand closing over his velvety steely hardness and heard the moan that tore from his chest when he felt the heat of her touch.
“Tighter,” he managed to grit out.
She did as he asked, and as if he couldn’t stop himself, Crash’s hips pumped, his whole focus shifting to his cock.
He stood so tall, towering above her, powerful and commanding, and yet his touch on her head was gentle. She felt the control he fought to maintain though, when he growled out the words, “Give me your mouth, Shannon. Open those lips for me.”
She did, taking him inside. With an indrawn breath and a groan, his other hand clasped her head holding her as he sank into her wet mouth. He shuddered in response, and it encouraged Shannon to open wider for him. Crash didn’t hesitate to take advantaged. He thrust deep, groaning out, “Christ, baby. That feels so good. You can’t imagine how many times I’ve fantasized about you doing this. How many times I’ve fantasized about that mouth of yours.”
After a few minutes of heavy thrusting he pulled out, staggering back a step, his cock glistening from her wet mouth. “Christ, Shannon. I’m about to come, and as good as it would feel and as much as I want that, the first time I do that with you I want to be buried deep inside you.”
Before she could reply, his hands grasped her wrists, and he pulled her to her feet, then they moved to her waist, and he tossed her up onto the bed. After yanking off his boots and jeans, his big hard muscled body came down on top of her, pinning her to the bed.
She loved that. There was nothing to compare to the feel of a man’s body over you, his hot skin burning into yours. There was something dominating about it. Something primitive and erotic that spoke to the whole male-female dynamic. The male dominating and taking, the female submitting and giving in. She loved everything about it.
Crash rose up on his elbows, his muscled biceps surrounding her as he looked down. His knee slid between hers, pushing her legs apart. His thigh heavy against her crotch. He pushed his thigh up, driving it firmly into her, letting her know he was in control. He paused, pushing her hair back from her face and brushing a soft kiss to her lips. “What do you want? Ask me. Ask for it,” he ordered roughly.
“Your mouth.” The words breathy and soft.
The corner of his mouth pulled up. “Hoping you’d say that.” He slid down her body, pausing to take one of her nipples in his mouth as he pinched and twisted the other. Her back arched off the bed. “Yes. More.”
He suckled harder and redoubled the movements of his finger and thumb until she was moaning and thrashing. So far he hadn’t touched her where she longed for him to touch her the most. Where she ached for his touch. And that need of hers to be touched grew with each tug on her nipples, until she writhed, pleading, “Crash, please.”
He released her nipples and continued his journey down her body, settling between her thighs. His broad shoulders pressing them wide, exposing her to his slow perusal. She couldn’t stop her hips from lifting, her body begging for his touch. “Don’t make me beg, please.”
He ran his warm calloused palm from her waist down her belly to the heat between her legs. “I should be the one begging, Princess. All this beauty laid out for me. Let me take it in, sweetheart.”
His smooth palm caressed her, and she couldn’t help but undulate her hips.
“I love seeing my ink on you, baby. Love knowing I’m the one that put that there. You’ll always be connected to me, Shannon. Every time you look at this, you’ll remember the rainy day I put it there. I’ll always remember how brave you were. How you put your trust in me. That meant something to me, Princess. It meant a lot.”
“Crash.” Her eyes sparkled w
ith unshed tears.
“Christ, baby, you’re the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen. And I don’t deserve you.” He pressed a kiss to the tattoo. Then he grinned and added, “Still gonna take you, though.”
“Baby, please-” Shannon pleaded.
“You’re skin is so soft,” he murmured, and then his hand moved lower, and his thumb grazed over her. Her hips shot up. “So sensitive. So responsive to my touch. I like that, pretty baby. I like that a hell of a lot.”
Shannon writhed on the bed, her hands gripping the comforter. She looked down her body loving the erotic picture he made between her thighs, his face poised above her, and then finally, finally, he dipped his head. His beard grazed her upper thigh a moment before his tongue, warm and rough, lashed over her. As his tongue slid along her, she moaned, her hips coming off the bed. His strong forearm came down across her hips, pinning her down to the bed, holding her still while his mouth worked over her. She was captive and held wide open to his every touch. His mouth teased and tormented her until she couldn’t take anymore. And then he redoubled his efforts, and she was thrusting up against his mouth. She thrashed, hoping Crash would put her out of her aching, frustrated misery.
Two fingers plunged into her, searching and finding that sweet spot deep inside her. His fingers curled, hooking and rubbing. His other hand pressed against her belly just above her mound, increasing the internal pressure of his fingers. She arched and writhed, the feelings so intense she didn’t think she could bear it. And then his mouth latched onto her, and she flew, racing toward the most incredible and intense orgasm she’d ever had. Her hands buried in his hair, pulling him closer as she thrust up against him, her body soaring over the edge into blissful orgasm.
She fell back against the bed, panting heavily, her whole body melting into a haze of pleasure. He slid up over her, his hard body coming down on top of her again, and his mouth dove into hers. His hands threaded through her hair, pulling back, forcing her mouth to open further, his tongue thrusting deep. He ate at her mouth, devouring her.
Breaking off, he muttered, “Fuck, I want inside that pussy, baby. Never wanted anything so bad in my life. You ready for me?”
Shannon had been consumed with thoughts of having sex with Crash since the first night she’d crawled into his bed. The scent of him on the sheets, the smell of his body wash in the shower. How many times during her showers these past weeks had she uncapped the bottle and brought it to her nose, inhaling deeply. Every time he brushed up against her, every time his hand settled on the small of her back, on her hip, on her waist, he set her on fire, throwing her system into overdrive. She’d never wanted a man the way she wanted Crash. Never craved sex as urgently as she did now. Never been so hungry for it.
And seeing that same hunger reflected back at her from his eyes fanned the flames even higher. She nodded. “Yes, Crash. God, yes.”
Raising above her, he stretched toward the nightstand. Fumbling in the drawer, he snagged a foil packet. Tearing it open with his teeth, he hurriedly effectively protected her.
“You said you wanted it rough, hard and fast? You sure?”
She nodded.
“All right. I promise I’ll give you slow and sweet before we’re through, but not now. You stop me, if you can’t handle it, yeah?”
“Yes. Hurry, Crash. I want you inside me.”
He grabbed her wrists, pinning them to the bed. She trembled and tried to pull free.
He held tight. Their eyes locked, and she could see the aggressiveness of his expression. He wanted her with a single minded determination, and he meant to have her.
She struggled, her body shifting under him, brushing against him. She writhed, enjoying the way he wouldn’t let her go. The look in his eyes had changed, intensifying with the drive to take her, to subdue her. She could feel the air around them shift, as his eyes narrowed, burning hot with desire and an intense hunger she feared would consume her.
“You want to get away, Princess?” he growled, tightening his grip on her wrists and watching her face.
She shook her head, contradicting the twisting of her body.
“Give in to me,” he rumbled, spreading her legs wide with his knees and settling into the cradle of her thighs. He plunged into her in one quick, fierce thrust that drove a cry from her throat. Another thrust, harder, and a whimper escaped from her parted lips. Crash growled out a groan. “So damn wet for me, baby.”
He held her down and helpless as he took her. She stared up at him, held rapt by the look on his face as he drove inside of her. No matter how fast or hard he was taking her, he watched her like he couldn’t believe she was actually there, under him, taking everything he was giving her.
She didn’t think she’d be able to come again, after the last overwhelming orgasm she’d just had, but he changed his angle, dragging his cock up and across her most sensitive spot with each thrust, over and over, working her into a frenzy, quickly bringing her right back up to the precipice again. She shuddered and arched her back, writhing against his touch. She wanted to touch him, to hold on as he rode her, but he held her pinned.
“Crash.” The word barely a gasp. He attacked her mouth, his tongue thrusting hard and deep, demanding a response. She rolled her hips, arching up to get more from him. He made her needy and shameless when it came to taking her pleasure. And when she responded, he growled his approval.
She moaned.
He held her gaze as he pounded into her. “So fucking good, baby. So good.”
“Yes,” she gasped out.
“I want to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to get out of this bed tomorrow. I want to be the only thought in your head. I want my scent all over you. I want you to feel me between your legs with every sweet ache.
She moaned. He loomed above her, so incredibly male. Powerful and savage as he took what he wanted and gave her what she needed, too.
“So hot and wet and taking everything I’m giving. Fucking beautiful,” he panted, his strokes intensifying.
She was helpless to do anything but take what he gave her, the way he wanted to give it. “Oh, God, Crash,” she cried, her head arching back as the waves of another intense orgasm washed over her.
His mouth latched onto her throat, sucking strongly, prolonging the ecstasy with every suckling pull of his mouth. Then his mouth moved to her ear, and he whispered, “We’re not done. We’re just getting started.”
She moaned as he pulled back off her and yanked her by the ankles, sliding her to the end of the bed. Grabbing her, he hauled her off the bed, spinning her around, her back to his front. One arm came around her throat, putting her in a gentle headlock. He pulled back, letting her know he was in control. His mouth came to her ear, and he whispered, “I’m gonna bend you over the bed and take you from behind. You still with me?”
“Yes.” Her voice breathless.
He ran his hand down between her legs, rubbing, and she moaned, her nerve ending still overly sensitive from what they’d just done. He moved his hand around, caressing it up and down her ass cheek. “Can you take more, baby? I told you I’m not done with you yet.”
She nodded.
“Down you go,” he said, releasing her neck, his palm pressing between her shoulder blades, urging her down over the foot of the bed, her face to the mattress. He kept his hand on her back as his other palm slid over the skin of her inner thigh. “Spread for me, baby.”
She moved her feet apart.
“Further.” He lightly smacked her ass cheek, and that combined with the commanding voice he used sent an electric jolt straight to her core. She moved her feet wider.
“That’s my girl.” His palm rubbed her cheek, and then slid down over the soft skin of her inner thigh. He began to massage the muscles there, and she moaned. “You sore, baby?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I want you sore. I want you to think about me, about this, all day tomorrow, with every little ache.” His hand left her thigh, and she felt him lining hi
mself up with her entrance, and then he thrust inside in one powerful thrust that lifted her off her toes. Both his hands moved to her hips, holding her still as he began to pound into her again.
She thought it would not have been imaginable to feel more immobilized, more vulnerable than when he’d held her down, but this new position brought him into her at higher slant, penetrating so fully, she swore he was touching her womb. His thrusts accelerated, forceful and wild. And with each dragging thrust in and out, he grazed over that secret sweet spot hidden deep inside her.
“Oh, God,” she panted. She was building toward another orgasm. It wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be. She’d never had three orgasms that close together. Hell, she’d never had three orgasms in one bout of sex. But then, no man had ever fucked her the way Crash was fucking her. He knew her body better than she did. He knew just how much she could take, and then took her right to the edge.
Crash reached under her, pinching one nipple between his thumb and forefinger. That was the final push that took her right to the edge again, she sucked in a breath and held it. Crash’s hand came back to her ass, another smack, and it sent her slamming over the cliff into another orgasm. Moaning and jerking under him.
At her release, Crash’s thrusts became frantic, and he gripped her hips, holding her still. He pumped hard and fast before he slammed home, his cock jerking one final time as he went solid behind her and came with a growl. He collapsed over her, one shaking forearm holding him up so he wouldn’t crush her completely, and he groaned.
Shannon panted, trying to slow her breathing. She’d never been controlled that way, handled with raw need. Crash had no reservations about what he needed or wanted in the bedroom. He was unashamed of the male urges and instincts that ruled him when he allowed them free rein.
His hand came up and swept her hair aside, his mouth brushing a soft kiss to the skin at the back of her neck. “You okay, Princess?”
She nodded. “Better than okay.” She felt him grin against the back of her neck.
“I’ll do you sweet next time. I’ll make it good for you.”
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