Page 126 of Fire Fight

I thought that would be the moment he’d take pity on me and fuck me with his tongue and fingers—but I was wrong.

Instead, he leaned in close to my clit, only to veer off course at the last second and lick paths up the creases of my thighs, right next to my lips. A growl of frustration left me, my chest heaving madly and pulse thrumming erratically. I was so turned on, I thought I might burst out of my skin at any moment, and I was liable to come the second Crew touched me with any kind of intent. A glorious, beautiful torture.

“You okay?” he asked as if sensing the direction of my thoughts.

“No.”

Crew only laughed. “You wanna come, little phoenix?”

“Please.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely…”

Finally, he sealed his lips around my clit and sucked it into his mouth, and as his tongue flitted against my nub, I detonated.

With my arms banded to my legs, my body folded the way Crew wanted me, I could do nothing as I broke apart but pull futilely at my restraints, shaking and screaming as the pleasure flowed and ebbed, slamming into me over and over and over. My vision danced with stars, and I squeezed my eyes shut against the onslaught until Crew decided I’d had enough and freed my clit.

I collapsed, limp, breath sawing in and out.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured. “Think you could give me one more?”

“No,” I whined.

He ignored me, starting his ministrations over before I had a chance to fully collect myself, this time with glancing licks of my clit, fingers only inserted to a single knuckle and pumped too slowly to drive my pleasure higher. I swiveled my hips against every intrusion, desperate for more, but he always backed away. The man was a sexual sadist, taking immense pleasure from the pain of denying me orgasms over and over and over.

I neared the end of my rope when he unceremoniously thrust three fingers inside me and curled them against that spot that drove me fucking mad.

When I came, my vision going entirely dark, my brain going blissfully empty as he took me apart. I screamed, my words unintelligible. All I could do was ride out the storm that had my body thrashing in the center of Crew’s bed.

By the time I stilled, I was aware Crew had begun the process of taking the ropes off me, and I was far too limp and sated to help. With each inch he removed, his lips found my flesh, running over the marks they’d left, soothing me. My skin wasdamp, my hair had fallen in my eyes, and my entire body felt boneless.

Crew’s face entered my vision, and I gave him a smile that wobbled at the edges.

“You good?” he asked, brushing my hair back and pressing kisses to my forehead and cheeks.

“I’m fucking great,” I replied hoarsely.

His cock bobbed against my thigh, hard as granite, the tip weeping. “Think you can take this?”

Wordlessly, I lifted my arms and wrapped them around his shoulders followed by my legs around his waist. My entire body trembled in the same way it did after a particularly strenuous workout, but I wanted that connected to him. Needed to draw him into my body and make sure he found his pleasure too.

I nipped at his ear. “I can always take your cock, hotshot.”

Crew laughed softly as he gently pressed into me, slowly rocking in and out. In short strokes, he had me clawing at his back, urging him faster, begging him to drive us both off that cliff into oblivion.

And my man gave me exactly what I wanted.

I was once again weightless, floating on a cloud somewhere in the sky, lost in pure euphoria.

thirty-three

. . .

CREW

“So…”Aspen began as we curled up in bed, both fully sated after the most transcendent sexual experience of my life. Watching Aspen come apart under my touch over and over, seeing her bound inmyrope, that fact that she’d let me explore that with her?

I was a goner.