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Chapter 19

Crosby

V iolet’s infectious giggle bounces against my neck as I round the door she directed me to at the end of the hall. The sound hasn’t stopped since I picked up speed, her tangled legs hooked behind me as she bounces perfectly just above my cock.

What happened in the entry was unlike anything I’ve done before. I don’t usually try to take control. I don’t think of myself as a dominating guy when it comes to sex. But there was a level of trust Violet gave me that felt similar. I was the one making the decisions. My lips were heating her skin. My fingers were pulling sounds from her that will have a permanent residence in my quiet moments. Now, as I take in her bedroom and guide her down from her perch on my hips, I’m looking forward to seeing what else I can do with her.

Violet steadies herself on her tiptoes in front of me, her skin glowing and her eyes shining prettily as she searches my face. I reach forward to gently cup the base of her throat, not squeezing but intentionally resting my hand there. Her pulse jumps, pupils trying to blot out the blue of her eyes. I like the little excited breath she lets loose just before I use the leverage to bring her mouth to mine.

Kissing her is as easy as breathing. It’s instinctual to have her lips move against mine in a languid and lush way. The teasing taste of her tongue as it dances with mine has my hand slipping around to hold her at the back of her head. I cradle it, directing our kiss closer, harder, with more heat until her own fingers fist my sweater. A final pull of her searing mouth has me breaking off, gulping a breath, and walking her backward to the edge of her bed. The back of her knees hit the mattress, making both of us sway.

My hands lift the hem of her long-sleeved shirt slowly enough that she can stop me, but Violet reaches down, lifting it the rest of the way off. I give myself a few seconds to take in the swell of her black-satin-and-lace-covered breasts. They rise and fall with her rapid breaths. I haven’t given them enough attention, something I intend to remedy another night. Right now, my cock is aching to experience the tight heat of her.

“You’re beautiful,” I tell her. The honesty comes easily, and I enjoy the way her blush spreads across her collarbones at my compliment. “Wish I could look at you all night like this: flushed and aching for more. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” Violet agrees. Her fingers are now running up and down my chest, stopping at the bottom of my sweater. “Can you take this off? Please? I want to see you, too.”

I don’t hesitate to reach behind my neck and pull the sweater off in one fluid motion. I toss it aside to join her discarded top on the floor. Violet’s eyes greedily bounce around my exposed chest from the slope of my pecs to the dips of my abs. The work I put in at the gym and on the rink is reflected in my body, but I haven’t paid much mind to it until she sighs and reaches a hand to follow the path of her eyes. Reflexively, I tense under her featherlight touch before leaning into her hand, seeking more.

“You’ve had a taste of what turns me on, now it’s my turn. Does this turn you on, Crosby?” My own question is echoed back to me by the brunette giving me a wicked smirk and a challenging flutter of her eyes.

“What do you think, baby?” I put a hand on top of hers, guiding it past the waist of my pants to the bulge of my straining cock. I let go, giving her the power to do what she would like. I groan when she takes the initiative to rub me up and down a few times, ending with a squeeze that makes me count down from ten to keep from blowing my load.

“I think I want more of you.” She bends at the knees, sinking onto the foot of the bed. Slowly, she unbuttons the top of my pants and then drags the zipper down. With the waist loose, Violet pushes them down my legs where I step out, kicking them idly to the side. My cock has a heartbeat. It’s throbbing so hard in my boxer briefs, a small damp spot appearing where pre-cum has leaked through.

With unexpected seriousness, Violet examines the mark, swiping a thumb across it, dampening the pad, and giving the head of my cock a tease.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan, fisting my hands at my sides. I squeeze hard enough for my blunt nails to leave impressions in my palms when she hooks her thumbs in the elastic of my briefs and pulls them down with ease.

My cock bounces slightly as it’s released, not quite slapping against my stomach but moving with enough force. Violet gasps out a strangled sound when it draws her attention. Comically, she stares at it before lifting her eyes to me and back again. I can’t help the laugh that bursts from me.

“Jesus Christ, Crosby, don’t laugh! My pussy hasn’t had more than my fingers for months! That… that thing is going to destroy me.”

She’s shifting back and forth on the bed, warily eyeing my cock like it’s going to follow her. All pretense of our sexy foreplay from moments before is forgotten as Violet tries in vain to regain her composure. My cock continues to bob with interest despite the shift in mood. I’ve never considered myself well-endowed. My previous partners have never commented that I’m too much, and they never said sex was painful, but I know I’m still greater than average. And Violet’s tight. I was only able to get two fingers in her earlier because of the angle and those leggings that looked practically painted on. Now, with her admission, I realize this could be a tight fit.

“We don’t have to do anything more if you’re uncomfortable,” I say, running my hands up her sides. I mean it. If everything stops here, I’ll take the pain in exchange for her comfort. I trace her jawline, hoping she hears the earnestness in my voice, even if every puff of air coming through her lips is doing little to discourage my hard-on.

Violet takes a moment, then shakes her head. “No.” She looks at me and shakes her head once more. “No, I want this. I’ll make it fit.”

My cock swells at the thought. Any second thoughts I have evaporate as she wraps a small hand around the base of my cock and pulls me to her lips. With a final set of her shoulders, she leans forward, engulfing me inch by inch in the suctioning heat of her mouth.

She gets about halfway down my shaft, her hand pumping the remainder. The swirl of her tongue around me is intoxicating, and I’m helpless to keep my hips from thrusting forward when she draws back enough to flick the point of her tongue through my slit. Then she’s back to bobbing up and down in time to the movement of my motions.

I’m whispering words of encouragement to her as she works me. I’m not even sure exactly what I’m saying, just that I want her to keep going, and it feels unbelievably good. Violet hums as I talk, and it sends new pleasure up my spine—the vibrations are an added layer to her efforts to send me over the edge. When she releases me with one hand and guides mine to the back of her head, encouraging me to hold her in place, she almost succeeds at ending my control.

“Fuck, baby!” Instead of holding her in place, I pull her off me. Her lips are plump and pink as she continues bestowing small kisses upon me, looking up with seemingly innocent eyes. “I think you’ve had enough of a lesson tonight,” I tell her as I step back, out of her reach, while still pulling her up by her shoulders. Once on her feet, I reach around to unhook her bra.

Her breasts fall perfectly as their lace cage slides down her arms. I trace the curve of her ribs around to her front, letting my hands rest on the underside of her tits. They’re soft and just smaller than a handful when I cup them, rubbing against her rapidly hardening nipples. Violet arches into my touch while starting to shove her leggings as far down her legs as she can manage. I let go of her, kneeling to help her out of them.

Taking the initiative, she moves back to the bed, scooting back to the middle of the mattress, parting her legs just slightly, a silent invitation. Her shaved, pink pussy glistens in the low light of the room. I can’t help but lick my lips as I reach for my discarded pants, digging around for the condom I slipped into the back pocket from my wallet while Violet hung up her coat.

It doesn’t take long to open the package and roll the latex around my cock. It’s been so hard for so long, it will take reciting the Stanley Cup winners backward in my head if I have any hope of lasting longer than a few strokes.

I climb atop Violet’s pillowy mattress, working up her body by pressing heated kisses to her calves, inner thighs, the crease of her hips, a stripe up her soft belly to her peaked nipples. Her breathing sounds thready as I take care lavishing them with attention, circling them with my tongue and sucking a beat before departing with a small bite. By the time I reach her throat, Violet is writhing under me, a tumble of moans and breathy encouragement falling from her lips. She widens her legs to draw me against her hot center. I rest my weight on my forearms, looking down into her beautiful blue eyes before capturing her mouth with my own.

I pour everything I feel for her into the kiss. My respect. My desire. My hope. My growing affection that threatens to consume me at the slightest mention of her name. I’m praying it isn’t my imagination that I feel the same things coming from her.

“Tell me to stop and I’ll stop,” I tell her, pressing one more kiss to her lips as I steady myself on one arm, reaching between us to grip my cock and guide it to her entrance. Violet groans at the first contact, and I grit my teeth as my covered head slips through the wetness gathered there.

Violet bends her knees, planting her feet apart and widening even more to let my hips drop down against her own. I don’t take my eyes away from her as I press inside slowly, a tiny gasp the only noise between us.

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The first inch slides in, Violet’s heat encompassing me, testing my resolution to give her time to adjust.

“Goddamn, Violet. You feel so good around me.” I let go of guiding my cock in, content to press forward with a small thrust and the little tilt of Violet’s hips. Her fingers fly to my shoulders when more than the next inch slides in. I bear the press of her nails, secretly hoping I’ll have reminders of tonight to carry with me tomorrow.

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“More, Crosby.” Violet’s voice is strained but sure. She’s nodding, pushing down into the mattress with her toes as she angles her pelvis to let me in deeper. I drop my head to kiss across her collarbone, along the pulse in her neck, and bend nearly in half to reach her breasts. Her nipples are still stiff, the dusky peaks demanding more attention, which I am more than willing to give. In this particular position, I’m able to rest back more on my knees, leveraging the angle to thrust farther.

“Yes!” Violet cries out, her legs lifting to circle my hips, guiding me the final stretch with a press of her feet on my ass. I groan and drop my head into the crook of her neck when our bodies are flush against each other. Now in to the hilt, I hold still to accommodate the new sensations for both of us.

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“Crosby, please—” Violet’s hand is on the back of my head, pulling at the curls there to gain my attention. I leave the safety of her hair, the apples and sunshine filling my nostrils, to see her look at me pleadingly. “Move for me? Please, please move.”

Violet tries to rock herself against me, but I weigh too much, the realization I’m almost crushing her prompting me to action. I give a nod to her request, rolling my neck back slightly into the scratches she’s giving my scalp. With a lot of concentration, I lift my hips, pulling my cock out of the tight heat I know I’ll never get over.

“Holy fuck, baby.” I only make it a couple of inches before Violet tightens her legs around me, dragging me back in. “You feel so good on my cock. Look at you, you’re taking all of me.”

I chance a quick look between our bodies to where I disappear into her and moan at the sight.

“Touch yourself,” I grit out the command. All the composure I managed to gain is quickly slipping through my fingers, and I can’t remember where I left off on the list. It’s a lost cause. I’m a lost cause. “I want to feel you come on my cock. Can you do that? Rub that perfect clit and give me what I want.”

She drops the hand that had been gripping the back of my neck, wiggling her fingers to gain access to where I know she’s aching. I can tell the moment she touches the overly sensitive bundle of nerves, her pussy grips me even tighter, making it nearly impossible to pull back for a full thrust. My balls are beginning to tingle, drawing closer to me, the coil drawing tighter at the base of my spine. I’m so close to coming, stars dot my vision, but I won’t let go until she does.

Violet lets out a loud gasp, her breathing coming quickly, and her head arching back into the mattress. Her eyes flutter closed, matching the flutters of her pussy around me. She’s close. So close.

“Oh yes!” she cries, followed by unintelligible moans as her hand works faster against my abs. With a final shout of my name, Violet is tumbling over the edge, her body shaking below me, her pussy contracting with unbelievable strength as it holds my cock in place.

“Fuck. Goddamn. Violet, I’m coming!” I give her a warning before the coil inside me snaps, my cock swelling and spilling inside the condom. I thrust once, twice, three times more, letting the aftershocks of Violet’s orgasm draw out a powerful one from me.

I slow my hips, barely moving as every part of my body lights up. My cock is sensitive as I wait for my heart rate to go back to normal, drawing out slowly before it goes too soft to cause problems with the condom. I sit back on my knees as much as I can, their support feeling shakier than they do after wind sprints on the ice.

“Is that a bathroom?” I ask, gesturing to the door to the right of the bed. She nods. I rise, removing the condom and tying it off.

Inside her bathroom, I dispose of it in the trash and find a washcloth next to the sink. After running it under warm water, I return to the bed.

Violet lays in blissful repose on the bed, her eyes closed, and a lazy smile the only indication she’s awake. Carefully, I climb up, stretching my frame out alongside her, kissing her shoulder before cupping her cheek, willing her to open her eyes. She does, at the same time letting out a little contented sigh, just like she did downstairs. I love that sound. I raise the cloth to her in silent question. She tenderly parts her legs to allow me to clean her up. I do so with soft swipes of the cloth before hurriedly hanging it on the sink back in the bath.

When I return, Violet has pulled the sheets back for me. I slide under the high thread count and thick duvet to rest my head on the pillow next to her. I lean over to press my lips to hers, drawing a slow, sensual kiss from her. My fingers trace nonsensical patterns on her skin.

“Please don’t break my heart,” Violet whispers the words between us, small and pleading. All her past hurt and the insecurities she tries to mask wrap around the request. It makes my own heart ache in return.

“Never, Sparks.” I kiss the crown of her head, wrapping my arms around her and tucking her protectively against me. Her skin is warm and delicate as I run a light touch up and down her back, listening for her breathing to level out and drift to sleep.

When it does, I stay awake for hours, hearing Violet’s plea on repeat, thinking through the time we’ve spent together over the last two months, the last few days. My final thought before sleep takes me is I’ll never hurt her because I think I’m falling in love with her.