Eat Crow (Cheap Thrills 6)

Squeezing a hand between us, I gripped the base of my cock and lifted it to meet her, my eyes almost crossing when the tip skimmed through her folds perfectly. It was one thing to feel how wet and soft she was for me on my fingers, a whole new ballgame when it was my dick feeling it.

“It didn’t do you justice,” I croaked, moving it down again to find her entrance.

Panting, Bex tried to lift as best she could to help me out. “What didn’t do me justice?”

“My memory.”

It only took her a second to understand what I was saying. “Then we’ll just have to keep doing it, so you don’t forget.”

Those words were everything. It wasn’t a serious conversation about ‘us’ and where we were headed—it definitely wasn’t the moment for that—but it was as close as we’d get until we were in a situation where it would be more appropriate to do it.

“I’m going to hold you to that,” I promised as I started to push inside her slowly, closing my eyes as the feeling washed over me.

Then she laid down the gauntlet and taunted the beast. “We’ll see. You could be shit at it, and—” her words were cut off by the wail that came out of her as I thrust into her, pushing half my length inside her.

“You were saying?”

Dropping her forehead onto my shoulder, she moved her hips from side to side, like she was trying to squeeze more of me inside. “I have no idea,” she panted, pressing down now with her movements. “Why aren’t you moving?”

Shifting one hand under her ass to support her and the other one behind her neck, I gently skimmed my nose from her temple down to her jaw. “I’m trying to give you time. I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”

Turning her head so that her lips were only just touching mine, she raised her eyes to meet mine. “I’m not breakable. If it hurts, I’ll tell you, even if it means punching you in the head.”

My hips had already started moving, withdrawing slightly to push back into her. I’d been about to say something back, but it was cut off by knocking on the front door.

Not stopping what I was doing, I thrust harder into her. “Ignore it.”

With patience and a mixture of speed and power that satisfied both of us, I worked my full length inside her. If I’d thought having the tip inside this morning was heaven, this was a full-blown paradise.

I kept us so that I was looking into her eyes as I moved in and out of her, loving how glazed they were, but also the way she had to bite her lip to hold her cries in, seeing as how whoever was outside kept knocking on the door.

Keeping my voice low, I promised, “The next time we do this, you’re going to let all of those screams out. You’re going to let me know how everything feels, even this.” I ground into her, rubbing my pubic bone against her clit.

Almost like her head was too heavy, even with my hand still supporting her neck, it dropped back and made a noise as it hit the wall. On the next thrust, her hair moved away from her forehead, revealing a blue mark that was quickly covered back up again when the strands dropped back into place.

Being face-to-face ticked so many boxes, but I needed more. “It’s not enough,” I said grimly, lowering her to her feet and slowly sliding out of her. “Turn around.”

She did as I asked, pulling her t-shirt off at the same time. With her back to me, I unclipped her bra and slid it down her arms, dropping it on top of the other clothes now tangled around our feet.

“Perfect,” I groaned, sliding back into her and making her squeak when the cold wall met her naked tits.

“Shit, that’s freezing.”

This position made it easier to move inside her, but it felt like she was slipping on the wall slightly, so I moved back about six inches to give her some room away from it. Come to find out, Bexley had her own ideas of what she wanted, because she braced her hands on the wall and used it to push back against me even more, moving me back farther.

With my hands holding her hips firmly, I thrust into her, not quite able to grasp how she felt so good inside. It was like she was gripping onto all of me with each move and didn’t want to let go when I withdrew. This was bad because it meant I was going to come sooner than I wanted to if I didn’t do something to stop it.

One of her hands disappeared from the wall, and then I felt her fingers on the next thrust into her and realized she was rubbing her clit.

“Fuck!”

“Sh

it, Logan,” she gasped, her body starting to shake. “I’m coming.”

Unable to stop the same thing happening to me, I increased the speed and power of my thrusts even more until I felt her walls start to spasm and gave into my own climax. It felt like each spurt of my come into her took my energy with it, and each squeeze of her walls around me made it happen even more, leaving my limbs feeling like jelly when it finally ended as I lowered my forehead onto her back, panting against it.

I was so focused on trying to stay standing and get oxygen into my body that I jerked when she spoke. “Is that my heartbeat or the door?”