Page 24 of The Intimacy of Skin

I was so hard it was close to painful. My resolve was fading. I knew Crew was feeling the same, his hips subconsciously bucking periodically. He was aching for friction, though I wouldn’t give it to him just yet.

When I reached his face, I took his lips into mine before whispering into the night before us. “Where are the condoms?”

His eyes widened so much, it would’ve been comical any other time. “Um, hold on.”

I let him move, watching as he rolled halfway onto his side to reach the nightstand beside the bed. His ass was on full display for me, jutting out as he rummaged. Under the glow of the city, his body took on a pearly sheen that reminded me of the stars.

My body draped over his, sidling up behind him. I felt him still, a grunt blessing my ears the moment I grasped his hips and pushed myself against him.

The side of his neck called to me. Pulling the longer parts of his hair to the side, I feasted on his skin as I rocked my hips. His back arched, pushing him further into me, heat and steam rising between our bodies, my fire interacting with his chill.

I moaned into his skin, barely scraping my teeth against him. The search for condoms was temporarily forgotten.

“Price,” Crew moaned, his breaths labored and shaky. He clutched the hand I was using to hold his hip, his fingernails digging into me and feeding me with his desire .

He hadn’t questioned me, but I gave him an answer by moving us faster. My heart hammered against my ribcage. A tingling began in my arms, the muscles screaming at me to do more.

More.

Feel him more.

Fuck, I had to stop. I had to stop or the only thing we’d accomplish was grinding.

“Where are the condoms, Pretty Boy?” I whispered against his skin, slightly damp from my lips. I pulled my hand from his death grip, bringing it to his straining cock.

A whimper blessed my ears as he reached back into the drawer, pulling an entire pack out. “Here.”

“Get two out.” I pressed against the crack of his ass, stroking his cock at the same time. I’d stopped rocking my hips, afraid I’d lose myself too quickly.

Through some stumbling and stilted groans, Crew tore two off and held them out for me. If we continued this in the future, we would both need to be tested thoroughly.

“Lie back down,” I instructed, retreating from his back. I tore a wrapper open while he got situated, his wide eyes never leaving me. He seemed nervous and only got more tense when I slid the condom onto him.

While I wasn’t excited about tasting latex instead of him, I wasn’t stupid. Not only was his job risky, but I hadn’t been tested since my last partner before Crew.

I gave him a few long strokes. “I’ll be wearing one too. This is just for our protection. I won’t be fucking you until we both get tested.” I threw in the little incentive easily. He needed a reason to see me again, and I hoped that was good enough of one.

I waited until he nodded to roll one onto myself. Between Crew’s legs, I was at peace. Nothing could ruin this moment. Nothing could dampen the way my gut flipped when I saw that look in his eyes. I watched him as I lowered myself, teasing his covered tip with my tongue.

He hissed, bucking his hips to get more from me. I didn’t let him, keeping the pressure feather light before wrapping my lips around his head. I moaned at the feel of him in my mouth, his warmth seeping through the barrier.

The weight of him against my tongue spurred me further, though I didn’t make a rush of it. I took him slow and languidly, opening my throat to him before sucking him down.

My gag reflex kicked and screamed, but I refused to let it win. I breathed deeply through my nose, meeting the curls of his perfectly trimmed pubic hair. His hips rose off the bed, a deep moan shaking his body.

A palm pressed against the back of my head, stubborn strands of my hair catching between his fingers. In his pleasure, he pushed me further. I swallowed around him, pulling him as deep as I could before gagging. Spit rolled down my chin, dripping on the bed beneath me.

Through blurry vision, I rose just enough to peer at him. Crew’s head was thrown back against the pillows, his mouth open on a gorgeous “Fuck,” that he moaned over and over.

I pulled his hand off my head, pinning it to the side. My chest was heaving as I licked up the side of his shaft. “Don’t get in a hurry,” I admonished, and tightened the grasp I had on his wrist. “I’ll make you come, I promise.”

Crew huffed a whiny-sounding noise before slamming his head back against the pillow. “I get that you want to go slow, but you’re torturing me.”

“No, I want to treat you like you’re precious. There’s a difference.” With the spit I’d accumulated sucking his cock, I coated one of my fingers. “Just enjoy it.” I smirked at him before sucking him tight into my mouth and pressed the tip of my finger against his hole at the same time.

If I thought his hips were unruly before, they were wild now. Crew jerked violently, sliding himself deeper into my mouth as I circled his hole with my slick fingertip.

“Shit, oh fuck, shit, Price.” He sang my praises as I pushed, meeting resistance with the first ring of muscle.

His dick jerked in my mouth, my answering groan guiding him to relax further for my finger. Jesus, he was tight.

The heat I met was like none other. In all my years around fire, I had learned that heat like this was dangerous. Crew was so fucking tight around me, clenching with each pull of my lips. I rolled my hips, desperate for release, so close to coming from something as simple as fingering him.

Crew didn’t try to push anymore. He squirmed under me, begging and pleading with urgency.

But I wasn’t urgent.

No, I loved it, and I knew I could go on for hours like that. I curled my finger, pausing the moment I found his prostate. The shaking only got more frantic underneath me, mewling sounds echoing in the room as I bobbed my head on his cock.

I switched between swallowing him as deeply as I could and teasing his head, feeling him clench around me as he got closer and closer.

Fuck, I needed lube. He was relaxed enough for another finger, but I didn’t trust spit enough. The moment I pulled away, Crew whined.

“Please.” His voice was raw, cracking a bit at the end.

I leaned over him, planning to grab the lube from the nightstand, only to be stopped when he pulled me down against him. “What are you doing?”

Crew grasped my face with both hands, peering into my eyes with desperation. “Feel me,” he whispered.

My brows met in confusion, though it was short-lived. With a grind of his hips, I understood.

Our hips were nearly flush the way he’d positioned me, our dicks sliding against each other. His was slick with my saliva, easing the glide.

My hands dropped to either side of his head as I let instinct take over. I thrust us together, letting the weight of my body add the pressure we needed. “Shit, hold on, let me get the lube.”

I found the bottle, coating my hand efficiently before spreading it along our lengths. Our moans sounded beautiful together. The added glide only made me more desperate, my restrain waning further as my cock pulsed against his.

Crew tried to quicken our pace, which I stopped with a growl. “Stop trying to rush it.”

“I can’t!”

I thrust slowly against him and pressed our foreheads together. “Feel it. Feel me. Can you feel me, Crew?” I whispered.

His reply was so quiet I almost didn’t hear it. “Yes. ”

“That’s it, Pretty Boy.”

Thrust.

“Feel my cock against yours.”

Thrust.

“Feel how desperate you make me.” My orgasm was building quickly, sweat beading along my forehead.

“Do you feel that?” I breathed into him with a circle of my hips.

Crew nodded against me, lifting his head to press against my lips. I took him greedily, licking into his mouth. His skin was covered in a matching sheen of sweat, and I could feel his heartbeat, hear his racing breath, and taste his moans as they grew in volume.

I was ravenous, but I didn’t let it show. I sped our grinding up a fraction, keeping an unhurried pace. I pressed my hips down more, and Crew ground against me, chasing his pleasure.

With a light suck to his bottom lip, I whispered, “Give in to the pleasure. This is how it can feel. Doesn’t it feel fucking amazing?”

“Price, I’m gonna come. Please, I’m gonna come. Faster.” Crew rambled desperately, but I shook my head.

“Not faster, gorgeous. Not rougher. I want you to come just like this.” Sweat dripped off my forehead and onto his. I watched as his eyelids closed and clenched. I could feel his body begin to tense.

“That’s it. Surrender to it.” My words were just moans, almost incomprehensible. I pushed us closer, the muscles in my thighs shaking.

My entire body lit up, my nerve endings tingling as my balls started to draw up. The way Crew began panting against me, crying my name as he begged for his orgasm, drove me fucking crazy.

I let pleasure take me. Just as I was encouraging Crew to do, I welcomed it.

I didn’t chase it.

I created it.

I gave it to him and basked in it myself.

Crew’s cock jerked as he arched back, trapping us impossibly close. His neck leaned with him, the muscles there tightening as he opened his mouth on a silent scream like he was stuck in time. Stuck feeling the pleasure, a never-ending loop that forced his body to freeze.

Heat pooled beneath me as his condom filled, the feeling bringing me closer to my release. He drove his hips up and down, his entire body shaking.

The tingling from before came back, more intense with each second that passed. I took my hand away, twisting my fingers into Crew’s wavy hair as he rode his orgasm.

Just as Crew sucked in a deep breath and began to cry the remainder of his pleasure, I reached the pinnacle of mine.

Light flashed behind my eyes, and I stopped breathing for what felt like a lifetime.

My entire body clenched before suddenly relaxing, forcing my head to Crew’s shoulder as I thrust through something so powerful, I didn’t know it was possible.

The air in my lungs got caught, a pathetic sound escaping me as I tried and failed to breathe again. The world spun around me as my body lost equilibrium. I felt myself tilting as I pushed through the aftershocks, halting only when it became too much.

And then I collapsed. Unable to hold myself up any further, I sank against Crew as my heart pounded, and I tried to ward off any dizziness.

We panted together, his arms coming around my shoulders as we basked in the afterglow. Our bodies were so sweaty we practically stuck together. Neither of us attempted to move, even though it felt slightly disgusting.

Crew was the first to speak. It wasn’t words, more than a soft, heartbreaking cry. I jolted up, looking at him. Tears were falling down his cheeks as he looked at me, eyes wide and stunned.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” I cradled his cheek, wiping my thumb over the tears there as I surveyed his body. I knew I shouldn’t have agreed—he was hurt. My body weight alone could’ve hurt him further.

He shook his head, forcing his eyes shut. “You didn’t hurt me, I just—” He cut himself off, his voice cracking. “I don’t fucking know. I literally don’t fucking know.”

I cradled him, bringing us onto our sides. I slowly took the condoms off, tying them and setting them on the edge of the bed. Crew landed underneath my chin, his cheek to my chest as he cried.

“You didn’t hit me.”

To say I was stunned would be an understatement. He said it as if it were one of life’s greatest mysteries. “No, I didn’t hit you. ”

He shook in my hold. “You didn’t hit me last time either.”

I remembered how he ran from me last time. Now that I knew him better, I could see it for what it was.

Fear.

He looked terrified when he ran. Everything was fine, and then he’d suddenly freak out, booking it before I could get any understanding of what I’d done wrong.

“I can’t—” he started, only to cut himself off. “Damn it.”

“Help me understand, Crew.” I carded my fingers through his sweaty hair, trying to comfort him.

I heard him sniffle. “You wouldn’t be able to understand even if I could tell you.”

“Can I just hold you, then?”

There was a long pause, Crew’s slowing cries the only sound. I was about to unravel myself from him, sure he would say no.

When he nodded against my chest, his cheek sticking to my skin, I sighed in relief and pulled him tighter against me.

Once again, I was riddled with questions and barely any answers when it came to Crew. For tonight, I’d hold him and be grateful that he wasn’t turning his back on me. But deep down, I secretly let myself hope that he’d tell me more someday.