Page 35 of The Intimacy of Skin

My soft groan was muffled by the back of his neck. His scent caused the memories of last night to flood my senses until I could hear nothing but his moans and whimpers. I trailed my hand down his shoulder, mapping out the cool touch of his skin as I dipped lower.

His waist fit beautifully in my palm as I tugged him close to my morning wood. “Fuck,” I whispered.

With him on his side, I could somewhat see his side profile.

His face was lax, his lips barely open as he breathed.

Crew looked so peaceful, yet so haunted in his sleep.

I wanted to take away all his fears and replace the years of pain I knew he had.

Almost microscopic scars littered his face, some near the part of his eyebrow that stopped growing hair, others just barely tucked into the crease beside his mouth.

I craved to kiss each one. Make them mine. Turn them into reminders of me and not them.

The bags under his eyes told a million stories of restless nights. I wanted nothing more than to keep him in my arms, to kiss every inch of him, pouring my adoration over his soul until he believed he deserved it.

I wanted to press his body against mine, my cock fucking into him with so much tender care that he’d never think about going back to his life before.

I wanted to whisper sweet nothings in his ear, praising him for taking me so well as I measured each thrust with restraint, barely sliding over his prostate as he moaned for more.

Shivers ran through me as my hips rocked against Crew’s ass of their own accord. I was getting ahead of myself, getting too lost in my fantasies. Crew made it abundantly clear there wouldn’t be a future for us, yet here I was, making one up where I was his and he was mine.

Imagine my shock when I’d finally pulled myself together, and suddenly, Crew was pushing against me with a quiet groan.

My palm stayed glued to his waist as I peered down at him, meeting his hazy gaze. It was obvious sleep still had a grip on him, but the way he licked his lips and pushed against me once more told me everything I needed to know.

Gripping him loosely, I pulled him back as he rolled against my cock.

I pressed my lips just under his ear, whispering to him in the stillness of the morning.

“We don’t have much time. What do you need from me, Pretty Boy?

” The hand I’d used to hold him snaked around to his front, wrapping around his straining erection.

His moan almost did me in. It was low and needy; a morning-induced huskiness ripped from his throat. “Fuck, Prince Charming. ”

I pumped him lazily, carefully swirling my finger across his tip both to gather some precum and to tease him. “Tell me what you want,” I insisted with a light scraping of my teeth against his neck.

“Please fuck me like this. On my side. I need to feel you again.” Crew’s body bowed towards me, his ass writhing on me.

“You think we have time for that?”

“It won’t take me long. How about you?”

I bit down on my lip, knowing I would be the same. “Grab the lube and a condom. I hope you aren’t too sore from last night.”

Crew stretched across the bed to reach the nightstand table. He flashed me a smirk over his shoulder before returning to his position. “With how gentle you handled me? No, it’d take a lot more than that to get me sore.”

We didn’t waste any time, my prep thorough but quick. I needed to feel him again. I needed to hear him moan my name. I needed to feel his tight hole stretch around me, suffocating my cock until I saw stars.

The moment the head of my dick slowly started to sink into him, Crew turned his face towards me, capturing my lips in a desperate kiss. One of his legs spread to the side, allowing me access to his gorgeous ass.

I ran my hands up and down his sides, roaming my palm over his stomach, down his happy trail, over his throbbing erection. He was slick with precum, a delicious puddle darkening the bedsheet.

My other arm wrapped around his shoulders, holding him in place against me as I moved us. I could feel when Crew was getting close, his ass clamping down on me as he got closer and closer.

Nothing would ever match up to the sweet, whiny moans coming from Crew’s swollen mouth. His lips were shining with our combined spit, his eyes wide as he punctuated each of my thrusts with a whispered “uhn” that only got louder.

I whispered into his ear, barely loud enough over our harmonized pants and moans. “Can you feel me, Pretty Boy? Can you feel my cock filling you up?”

“Yes.” His reply was a half-bitten moan.

My heart was pounding, my fingertips tingling, my toes damn-near curling with impending ecstasy. My thrusts weren’t forceful, but they were deep. I kept my hold on Crew loose, allowing his body to squirm against me freely .

He let out an adorable squeak as I hit his prostate just right, his lips parting as he gasped. “Oh my god, you’re so deep. Fuck, yes.”

I pressed my smirk against his skin, finding a rhythm with rolls of my hips mixed with deep thrusts that took his breath away. The pattern I set had him grappling for anything to hold onto. His hands came around mine, holding my wrists as his back bowed further into me.

“Feel how much control you have, Crew. I’m not holding you down.

I’m not hurting you. Yet here you are, so close to unraveling for me.

” I punctuated my words with a particularly harsh push of my hips, my skin meeting his in a resounding slap that echoed throughout the room.

“I can fuck you deep. I can fuck you hard. I can fuck you fast.” My teeth scraped over his sweat-slickened neck as I moved our combined hands to his cock.

“But I don’t have to be rough. I don’t have to be mean. I don’t even have to leave any marks.”

Crew was a moaning, whining mess as I pumped his shaft in time with my thrusts. His eyebrows were pulled together, and his eyelids were closed. I could feel his muscles begin to tense, his ass clenching me harder. He was close.

With only a few more strokes of his dick, Crew’s head pushed against my shoulder as every muscle in his body tensed. His mouth fell open, and his chest caught on an inhale as if he’d momentarily stopped breathing.

I didn’t stop fisting his dick until the last bead of cum dripped from his tip. My stomach began to tense as I let myself chase the pleasure I knew was waiting for me.

Pushing my face into Crew’s exposed neck, I let the tension in my stomach release as my hips stuttered into him. I moaned loud and deep into his skin, inhaling the mixed scents that were embedded into his pores.

It was me, and it was him.

It was us.

Stars danced along my vision, all different, beautiful colors as I pulsed my release into the condom, imagining it was Crew’s ass.

My chest heaved as my body fully relaxed into the mattress. I looped an arm around Crew’s middle, keeping him close. His stomach moved with his slowing pants, his shoulder blades rising and falling against me.

And then the alarm sounded on the nightstand, signaling that the best morning I’d ever had was coming to an end. Both of us groaned in unison just before I called out for the smart alarm to stop.

I loathed getting up, not wanting Crew to leave my arms. Picking my head up, I looked over to him to let him know he could have the shower first since he was currently the most covered.

What I saw made the world stop moving. I suddenly understood what they meant in romance movies when they said time would stop existing.

I could feel the fire within me slowly begin to snuff out, leaving only small, manageable sparks in its wake.

My skin was free of any itch. The familiar buzzing I’d usually expect under my skin had gone completely quiet.

Crew was smiling at me. His cheeks were pulled up, and his crooked, jagged, absolutely perfect teeth were on full show as he looked at me.

Best of all, his eyes were clear of any storm as he pressed a chaste kiss to my lips and said two words with more happiness than I’d ever heard from him.

“Thank you.”