Page 46 of The Intimacy of Skin

Crew began to unzip my pants, the sound of the zipper’s teeth tearing against each other loud in the otherwise silent room. I leaned back on my hands to give him room, lifting my hips when he pulled them down. I raised my eyebrow at him in question when he didn’t take my briefs with them.

“Patience,” he muttered.

I was nearing zero in the patience category. Sweat started to slick my palms, forcing me to nonchalantly wipe them on the blankets .

They were quickly curled beneath my fist as Crew leaned forward, placing a hot kiss against my covered shaft. All this time, I was teaching him the art of waiting, patience, and gentle touches. Now, I was the one struggling as he used my own tactics against me.

He mouthed at my cock, leaving large, damp stains on my briefs. The fire contained in my soul begged to lash out and claim all that was in front of it, licks of its tail pushing against my stomach in an attempt to break free. I reeled it in, though just barely. Something was different about Crew.

Out of everything we’d done, he hadn’t sucked me off yet.

When we had sex, I could see hesitation in his eyes if even for only a moment.

Whether he admitted it or not, Crew was still scared of gentle intimacy, and it fucked with my brain.

Not because of the fear itself, but because of the why or lack thereof.

So far tonight, his eyes had been clear. In place of the fear and anxiety was a ferocity I’d not seen before.

I watched as he pulled my waistband down, once more helping him by lifting my hips as he pulled them all the way off.

He leaned forward, taking my base into one hand.

His mouth opened, a beautiful shape just wide enough for my cock.

I placed my hand in his hair, not tugging or pulling, simply because I needed to feel closer to him.

I needed something to hold onto as he sucked my crown into his mouth, his cheeks forming dips as he did.

With his tongue swirling around me, he looked up at me from beneath his gorgeous lashes.

I almost exploded. A grunted moan escaped me. No one had ever looked at me like that before—with a combination of fire, ice, and adoration. He looked so sure of himself, so certain this was exactly what he wanted and where he was meant to be.

Like being on his knees for me with my dick in his mouth was his version of Heaven.

Crew sucked me deeper, forcing my head to fall back as I snapped my eyes shut in ecstasy. His mouth almost brought tears to my eyes.

“Fuck, Pretty Boy. Sucking me so fucking good, baby.” The words spilled out of me of their own accord. I felt the weight of them settling in my chest, a clear beginning of panic.

We had nicknames for each other, sure. But calling him baby? I was terrified of what I’d see when I looked at his face again. It was too close to something deeper. Too romantic for our relationship.

But Crew only doubled his efforts, taking me deeper, sucking me harder.

When I looked at him, the only way I could describe his face would be blissful.

Beautiful. He looked like mine, even though he wasn’t.

He looked like my future, even though he didn’t want one with me.

He looked like everything I had ever wanted and more.

Fire burned through me. I clenched the hand in his hair, loosening my grip when I realized it was tighter than I wanted it to be.

As patient as I strived to be, my hips moved slightly, rocking into Crew’s mouth.

His eyes were glossy with tears as he pulled me into his throat, gagging around my cock a few times before pulling back.

I was entranced by the tears that fell down his cheeks. They paired beautifully with the spit dripping from the sides of his mouth, trailing down his chin, meeting in the same spot at his throat.

“That’s it, baby. I’m so close, Pretty Boy. You gonna swallow it? Take it all for me?”

He whimpered, the vibrations tingling through me. The hand not holding the base of my cock reached below, rolling my balls between his fingers.

I could feel it; pleasure on a spring coil, compacting tightly above the pit of fire that lived inside of me. I was panting now. My breaths sawed in and out, choppy and infrequent as my legs began to shake.

Dragging a hand through Crew’s hair, I whispered into the room. Quiet, ragged, and husky with desire. “Fuck, Crew. I’m gonna come.”

Cheeks hollowed, tongue wrapping around the bottom of my shaft, Crew took me to the back of his throat once more. This time, I could feel him relax, opening up for me.

My muscles tensed, all of them going rigid as my breathing momentarily stopped. I slammed my eyes shut, curling over as pleasure throbbed through me, my load spilling directly down Crew’s open throat.

Breath came back to me in short, deep pants as my muscles relaxed one by one. Crew sucked the last of my orgasm from me, a drop or two more of cum spilling from my tip.

My body was on fire. The fog that normally surrounded my head cleared. When Crew released me from his mouth, he swiped a hand over it before giving me a smirk that would forever be stuck in my brain.

“How was it, baby? ” He punctuated the last word with a teasing tone.

I couldn’t help chuckling. Pulling him towards me by the back of his head, I kissed him deeply.

Our lips melded together, parting when necessary, without instruction as if we’d done it our entire lives.

Instinctively, our bodies knew each other.

Crew settled the fire in my gut, and I wondered if I had melted the ice that imprisoned his heart.

When I swept mine against his, my taste was still on his tongue. Knowing that a part of me was with him in such an intimate way was intoxicating. When we parted, I looked into his eyes for any signs of anxiety. I needed to know if a storm was there, lightning ready to strike.

When I only saw a light, swaying breeze of contentment, I knew for certain something had changed in him.

“You know it was amazing, Pretty Boy. Sucked the soul right out of me.” Placing a hand on his cheek, I rubbed the smile lines there.

“Go ahead and get rid of those clothes for me and lie on the bed. I want a taste next.”

Under the dim moonlight filtering through the blinds, I saw a hint of blush on Crew’s cheeks. His face was red, his lips puffy and still slick from my spit. What got me the most was that damn look he was wearing again.

He wore it even as he began to undress. The look of adoration.

A look I imagined a boyfriend would give me.

I knew from the night I met him, I would be in deep fucking trouble if I ever got to know him.

I couldn’t fight the pull I had towards him.

Like the Earth itself knew I needed him, and he needed me.

And now that pull had turned dangerous. For now, I had him in the only way I could.

That didn’t mean I didn’t want more. I couldn’t stop myself from wanting more.

When he lay on the bed, fully naked and ready for me, I realized I already wanted more.

I wanted him. I wanted love. I wanted everything with him and that scared the shit out of me.

If I were true to myself, I think I’d have to admit I had already fallen for Crew Hayes, and because of that, I was well and truly fucked.