Crash (Evil Dead MC 2)

split-second before his hands slid to her waist, the heat of his touch burning through her skin, and he began walking her backwards. She assumed toward the bedroom until he changed direction suddenly and backed her up against the wall between the kitchen and bathroom. She gasped as her skin came in contact with the smooth cool surface.

His head dipped to the curve below her jaw, his close beard brushing the vulnerable underside of her chin, and his tongue moved over her skin as he pressed kisses down her throat. Moving lower, past her collarbone and breastbone, trailing along the edge of her bra, his mouth warm and wet on the skin of her exposed cleavage.

He dropped down, squatting, one knee hitting the floor. His grip on her waist tightening as his mouth worked its way down her body. He paused at her belly button ring, exposed by the low waist of her jeans, and his tongue toyed with it, flicking it several times before dipping inside her navel. She inhaled sharply as she remembered the last time he’d done that. Memories flashing back to the belly shot he’d taken from her on the pool table.

Her eyes followed the movements of his hands as they moved to the button of her low-cut jeans, popping it open and dragging down the zipper. And then his hands were hooking in the waistband at both hips and dragging her jeans slowly over her hips and down her thighs. His eyes fell to the matching lace panty revealed.

“So pretty, baby.” He pressed a soft kiss just above the tiny bow in the center of the top edge, his lips warm against her skin and his soft beard brushing seductively. He touched her as though she were precious, as if he cherished her. It made her feel treasured and adored, a feeling that made her heart soar.

He pulled the jeans free of her legs, leaving her heels in place. Taking an ankle gently in one of his big warm hands, he lifted it and studied her shoe. “Those shoes are sexy as fuck, baby. I think I’ll leave them on.”

His eyes traveled up her long legs as his hands glided up them, touching her as if she were fragile porcelain. Shannon looked down at him, kneeling at her feet. He met her eyes, and she found herself staring lost in the depths of the hunger reflected back at her. Her chest rose and fell, her breaths short and panting. The anticipation was torture, twisting her insides, making her tremble. He must have noticed.

“You’re shaking, pretty baby.”

She nodded once.

“Don’t be afraid of me, of this. I’ll be gentle.”

“I know,” she rasped out.

His hands hooked in the top edge of her panties, pulling them down a bit, just enough to reveal the rose he’d inked on her. “Beautiful,” he breathed a moment before his lips brushed against it. And then his tongue snaked out, the tip skating along the design.

Shannon’s hands went flat against the wall behind her as white hot desire shot through her, and she stuttered out on an indrawn breath, “Crash.”

His hands dragged her panties the rest of the way down and off, his movements a little more urgent, his control beginning to break, it seemed. She stepped free of them. A moment later his hands were grasping her hips firmly as his face pressed against her, inhaling deeply. Shannon’s head fell back against the wall, her eyes closing as she moaned in response to his erotic act.

Suddenly, he was back on his feet, his arms sliding around her, unhooking her bra and pulling it free. He tossed it aside, his eyes devouring her, his palms brushing up her ribcage on either side. Only a moment’s pause before they slid up, closing over her breasts, squeezing, kneading. He leaned into her, his warm hard-muscled chest coming flush against her nakedness. She looked down at his big hands, still closed over her breasts, his muscled biceps bulging. The contrast in his darker tanned skin and her creamy golden skin was striking.

She took in the eroticism of her position, being completely naked, pressed between his mostly clad body and the wall, and a thrill shot through her. She felt completely at his mercy, completely there for his pleasure, and she was all too eager to please him. His hands squeezed, pushing her breasts up as his head dipped, and his lips brushed soft kisses across the swell. Her hands went to his head, her fingers threading through his hair as she moaned. Her hands fell to his waist, urgently, as desire tore through her. She clutched the side of his jeans, her fingers closing on the belt loops, and she pulled him tighter up against her.

He released her breasts on a moan as his jean covered cock rocked against her. His palms pressed flat to the wall on either side of her head as he ordered, “Undo my pants. Now.”

Her hands obeyed, going to the button of his jeans, she undid them. She pushed the placket wide, and her gentle fingers brushed against his belly, her fingers finding and tracing the trail of hair that disappeared into his jeans. The soft touch of her fingers must have done something to him, because she heard the hiss of his indrawn breath.

A moment later, his hands dropped, sought out hers, his fingers lacing with hers and lifting them to press them against the wall above her head. He dropped his forehead to hers, his breathing sawing in and out. “Christ, Shannon. If we don’t slow down, I won’t be able to do you gentle, like you deserve. I’ll be rough and take you hard and fast,” he warned.

“Please, I want that. What you said.”

He pulled back, stunned. “What?”

“I…” She stopped, embarrassed. Maybe he didn’t want her to be so forward.

“Say it again, Princess. Please, God, say it again.”

“I want that. Rough. Hard. Fast. Please, Crash. I don’t think I can wait another minute.”

Suddenly, she was up and over his shoulder, and he was carrying her into the bedroom. He set her down on her feet, and before he could stop her, she did what she’d been longing to do since he’d crawled in bed with her. She dropped to her knees at his feet and yanked his jeans down roughly, baring him to her. His cock rose up big and hard and beautiful. Her hands slid up his thighs, and she looked up at him. He was gazing down at her, his expression letting her know how much he was craving her touch. His palm moved to her head, his fingers tangling through the long silky locks tumbling down her back.

“Damn, you’re so beautiful. I’ve never seen anything as gorgeous,” he murmured, his hand gentle in her hair.

She grasped him, her hand closing over his velvety steely hardness and heard the moan that tore from his chest when he felt the heat of her touch.

“Tighter,” he managed to grit out.

She did as he asked, and as if he couldn’t stop himself, Crash’s hips pumped, his whole focus shifting to his cock.

He stood so tall, towering above her, powerful and commanding, and yet his touch on her head was gentle. She felt the control he fought to maintain though, when he growled out the words, “Give me your mouth, Shannon. Open those lips for me.”