He pushes it in farther. A whimper leaves me, and I close my eyes, letting the sensation wash over me as he pulls the sucker almost all the way out before sliding it back in.
In and out.
In and out.
Crew removes the candy and I open my eyes in time to watch him slip the lollipop back into his mouth, tasting me. My lips part. I can’t believe he just did that.
I want him to keep doing it.
He does, thank God. He teases my clit with the sucker, rubbing it in tight circles, ratcheting up my pleasure. My entire body is liquid, loose and languid and completely out of my control. I’m melting into the mattress, completely undone, and when he thrusts the sucker back inside my body, I lift my hips, wanting it to go deeper, though I know it won’t.
It’s too small.
“Jesus, do you know how fucking sexy you are, letting me fuck you with this Blow Pop?” He does exactly that with the candy, and just when I begin to move with him, he pulls it out, holding the lollipop out toward me. “Want a taste?”
Do I? I’m about to ask if I do, but when I part my lips, he slips the candy between them.
Tentatively, I suck on it, tasting the cherry and myself mixed together. A hint of salt and sour with the sweet.
“Fucking hot,” he murmurs, his gaze on me as I continue to suck on the lollipop. When he removes it from my mouth, his lips come crashing down on mine. He kisses me with a ferocity I don’t expect and I drown in his taste, in his fierceness. His need.
He’s on top of me, slowly thrusting against me in time with his searching tongue, his erection pressed directly against my center. I spread my legs wider, accommodating him. I’m naked and wet and aching, and it’s as if he’s the only one who can take care of me.
He’s the only one who can fulfill my needs.
“Wren,” he whispers once he breaks the kiss, sliding his mouth down my neck. “I want to make you come.”
“I’m so close,” I admit, tingling when he lifts his head so he can stare into my eyes. “I am.”
“You didn’t come last time.”
I press my lips together, remembering how I ran away from him. “I got scared.”
The feeling was so overwhelming, I didn’t know how to deal with it.
He kisses me, his lips gentle. “I’m going to make you feel good.”
A steely determined glint fills his eyes and then he’s sliding down my body, his mouth and hands everywhere. The sucker leaves a sticky trail across my skin, but I don’t mind. I raise my arms above my head, gripping the pillow resting there, lifting my hips. My body knows what it wants without having any experience, and when Crew pauses, his gaze lifts to mine, dark and full of promise.
“Did it look like this?”
I frown, confused. “What do you mean?”
“That porn you watched. When he went down on her.” His gaze becomes hotter the longer he watches me.
“This is better,” I admit, and he smiles.
Just before he settles his mouth on me.
A ragged sigh leaves me and I thrust my hands in his hair, holding him to me as he devours my flesh. His tongue licks and teases. He thrusts it inside me, pulling out. Pushing in.
It feels so good, but it doesn’t seem like enough.
He slips the sucker between my thighs, thrusting it inside me before he pulls it out, rubbing it along my folds. I’m whimpering, my eyes falling closed, the sensations overwhelming me again, just like last night.
But I push through, straining toward release, my mouth falling open on a silent scream as he increases his pace, his face smashed against me, his mouth working me into a frenzy. He replaces the sucker with a finger, pushing inside, and I cry out. When he adds another finger, I practically scream.
It’s too much. It’s not enough. My muscles are taut, my skin coated in sweat, and when he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks, that’s all it takes.
I’m coming. My body shudders uncontrollably as I chant his name, smashing my lower body against his face. I’m helpless, completely out of control, and he grips my hips, holding me to him as he continues his delicious assault.
It’s as if I’m in complete freefall. I have no sense of control over my body. I’m trembling, drawing air in big gulps, my heart beating so hard it feels like it could fly out of my chest.
I try to push him away, my skin so sensitive his attention almost hurts, and he does what I silently request, pulling away from me. I peek down to witness Crew rubbing his hand against the side of his face, and when he drops it, I see that his skin and mouth shine.
From me.
He catches me watching, his eyes narrowing as he studies me. I’m still shivering, my breathing erratic, my heart racing. I wish he’d say something.
Anything.
He moves, so he’s lying beside me, his hand on my hip, pulling me toward him. I go easily, still boneless as he tucks me into his body. His mouth is at my forehead, his fingers in my hair when he murmurs, “You okay?”
I nod, curling into him, pressing my cheek to his chest. I need him to hold me. To say the right things. To reassure me that I’m going to be all right.
I don’t feel all right. I feel like I’m coming out of my skin. As if the world had shut its doors to me all this time, and I finally caught a glimpse inside.
To find it’s all I could ever want.
CREW
I turn away soI’m facing my dresser, my reflection staring back at me in the mirror that hangs just above it. I’m supposed to be giving Wren privacy, so she can pull her clothes back on, but I can’t help watching her get dressed. All that creamy smooth skin on display, those perfect tits with the pink nipples that are probably still sticky from me rubbing the Blow Pop on them.
Can’t believe I did that. Or that I fucked her with a lollipop. She liked it though.
She liked it a lot.
I gave her what she wanted by going down on her, just like she mentioned to me about the porn she watched and how it was her favorite part.
Glancing down at myself, I realize my hard-on is still throbbing, and I readjust myself. Try to think of other things. The frigid temperature outside. How pissed off I got at Fig earlier.
Some of the tension eases and I take a deep breath, reaching for my hoodie and pulling it back over my head.
“I should probably go.”
I face Wren, noting how unsure she looks, her gaze cast downward, that flush from her orgasm still coating her skin.
“We didn’t finish the movie,” she continues, talking to the floor.
“Maybe you should come over tomorrow and we can finish it then,” I suggest, not talking about the movie at all.
Her lips curl into a small smile and she sends me a quick glance, clutching her hands in front of her. “Maybe.”
I’m surprised she agreed. “You definitely should.”
“What time is it?” she asks, before moving to the nightstand and grabbing her phone from where she left it. “It’s already nine-forty-five.”
“Better walk you back then.”
Her eyes go wide as she shoves her phone into her hoodie pocket. “I can walk back myself.”
I slowly shake my head, approaching her. “No way am I letting you walk back to the dorm building this time of night by yourself.”
“No one will be out there.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I’ll be fine.” She pauses. “What if someone sees us together?”
Annoyances flares through me, making my erection deflate for good. It bothers me, how she doesn’t want anyone to know what we’re doing. Though what exactly are we doing? I’m not sure yet. “I won’t walk you all the way to the door.”
“I don’t know…”
“I’m walking you to your building. Stop arguing.” I go to my closet and grab my boots, falling onto my desk chair, so I can pull them on, despite the fact that I’m not wearing socks.
Wren watches me, her expression sad. “I made you mad.”
“I’m just trying to make sure you’re okay. I don’t know why you have to argue with me about it.”
“Everyone always takes care of me. Teachers. My parents. Especially my dad. He’s the worst.” She lifts her chin. “I’m trying to learn how to take care of myself.”
I lean back in the chair, immediately feeling like a jackass, but I push past it. “What if something happened to you on the walk back? I’d never forgive myself.”
She studies me, shoving her hands into her hoodie pocket. “You’ve changed a lot over the last few weeks.”
“What do you mean?” I frown.
“You’re a lot nicer.”
I rise up and go to her, pulling her into my arms. “And you’re a lot meaner.”
Before she can complain, I’m kissing her, murmuring my approval when she opens to me without hesitation. Damn this girl is so fucking sexy. We are making all the right steps, and it’s all leading to exactly what I want. I predict I’ll take her virginity before winter break starts.
At the rate we’re going, it’ll be easy to get her to have sex with me.
And then what? What happens next? I forget all about her, like the other girls before her?
I don’t know if I can do that with Wren. She sticks with me. Within me.
All the time.
I can’t stop thinking about her. And after what happened between us just now? Forget it. She’ll consume me. I know she will.
She already does.
When she breaks away from me, her lips are swollen, her breath hitching in her throat. “We need to go.”
“Yeah.” I kiss her one last time, then let her go, grabbing my coat while she slips on that black puffy jacket she wore over. She puts on a pair of beat-up UGGs and then we’re headed out the door, out the building, and into the bitterly cold night.
I haul her close to me, draping my arm around her shoulders as we walk along the iced-over sidewalks, our steps careful, so we don’t slip. We don’t say much, our breaths forming little clouds when we exhale, and she’s shivering next to me, despite me holding her close.
When her dorm building comes into view, I have to restrain her so she doesn’t break free of me.
“I need to get inside,” she says to me when I grab hold of her hood and don’t let go. “It’s almost ten. I don’t want to get in trouble.”
The pleading look she sends my direction has me letting go of her hood, but she doesn’t run away.
Instead, she throws herself at me, her arms sneaking in beneath my coat to give me a hug, the fur ball on her hat smacking me in the mouth. “I had fun,” she murmurs.
Fun. That’s one way to describe what we did tonight.
She tilts her head back, her gaze meeting mine. “Please don’t make it weird between us tomorrow.”
“I should be the one telling you that.” I kiss her fast, then gently push her out of my arms. “Go. Before you’re late.”
A smile crosses her lips, her eyes sparkling as she takes a step backward. Then another. Her footing slips, her expression turning downright comical, and I’m about to go catch her, but in the end, she remains upright.
“Be careful,” I hiss at her, and she just laughs.
Such a pretty sound.