*Mature content ahead*
"Watch that first step, it's kind of stupid." I told him as I unlocked the door. He took his shoes off at the entrance. I did the same because they were also soaked. Croy had gotten caught up trying to find his phone which had slipped out of his back pocket and fallen underneath his seat. So when the rain cloud arrived, it drenched us.
"Go ahead and take a seat. My couches are leather anyway." I told him as I made my way into the room. I picked out some of my baggiest clothes, along with a pair of towels.
"Oh fuck!" I gasped when I turned and nearly bumped straight into him. "Jesus Croy, you scared me!" I chastised.
"Heh, sorry." He apologized sheepishly. I handed him a towel and the warm clothes.
"Cool posters." He complimented as he looked around the room.
"Thanks. Favorite bands, comics and anime. You know, the usual." I told him as I dried my hair. He walked over and plucked the strings of the acoustic guitar that I had leaning against my bed. He smiled when he heard the sound.
"Nylon. Very cool." He complimented my choice in strings. "Yeah and way easier on the finger tips." I reminded.
"True." He agreed as he took off his damp shirt. I couldn't help but stare. His chiseled abs glistened with stray drops of water. Croy glanced over as he dried the nape of his neck. "Like what you see?" He asked with a cocky smirk. My face turned red when I realized I'd been staring.
"Pfft, as if!" I protested as I grabbed my clothes and began making my way to the bathroom.
"Wait." He called after me as he caught my hand. "I'm just kidding. Don't go." He pled as he stepped closer. He raised one of his hands and cupped my face. I nestled into the warmth it provided. It was so big, that my entire face fit in it. I couldn't help my wandering eyes as they traced his pecks, then landed on the scar that mark him. He took my hand and gently placed it over the old wound. I hesitated, guilt plugging my throat again.
"You know, out of all the scars I have, this one's my favorite." He began as he traced his fingers down my jaw. Like a cat, I leaned into his touch. "Why is that?" I asked, my gaze now focused on his lips. "Because it was the first day you said you loved me." He admitted.
My cheeks flushed a deep rose. I backed up a step. "You okay?" He asked when he saw me reach for the back of my necklace. Once I managed to loosen it, I slipped it off my neck, then over Croy's head. He looked up at me, a bit bewildered. "Welcome back loser." I teased before pulling him in by the dagger and pressing my lips against his.
Croy stumbled, a bit surprised. His knees bent when they tapped the edge of the bed. He wrapped his arms around me as he sat down, bringing me onto his lap. A soft moan escaped Croy's mouth as we kissed. The sound lighting a fire in my chest.
I tilted my head and boldly slipped my tongue inside his mouth. Croy's hands roamed the expanse of my back. The warmth of his skin, combined with my damp shirt, sent tingles down my legs.
"You're gonna get sick." He whispered between kisses as his fingers traced the hemline of my T-shirt. "Then you can nurse me back to health." I suggested as I leaned in and placed a nibble on his neck. Croy gasped, his grip on my torso tightening. He buried his face in my hair, rolling his hips upwards so he could rub against me.
I pulled back and took a peek at his pleasure filled face. His pupils were dilated to their capacity and the area around his cheeks and nose glowed pink in the dim light. I smirked when I felt goosebumps rising over his skin. I allowed my hands to roam, his toned shoulders and chest mirrored the physique of those marble statues that were found in art museums.
"How are you so fucking perfect?" I asked as I kissed my way up his jaw.
"Hey, that was my line." He teased as he picked me up and gingerly laid me on the bed. I bit my lip to keep myself from crying out as he began his trail of nibbles, down my neck and to my collar bone. His hand slowly slid up and entangled itself with mine as we kissed.
"We should stop." He muttered as he pulled himself back, his eyes were half-lidded and his lips, kiss swollen.
"I don't want to." I admitted as I pulled him in firmly. My teeth grazed his bottom lip once he was close enough. I shivered when I felt the tips of his calloused fingers, trace the skin under my shirt. I could feel my body burn as Croy grinded against me. The friction caused by the denim of our pants was...favorable. It was down-right erotic. Soon, I found my hips rolling too, rubbing up against him as he placed kisses up my navel and towards my sternum.
"Is this okay?" He asked, without removing his lips from my skin. I nodded and lifted my arms, signaling him that it was ok to remove the intrusive garment. Croy obeyed wordlessly, his warm lips touching down on my collarbone once my shirt was off. An unwilling moan left my mouth just as lightening lit up the room and thunder shook the walls. It was as if the weather was mirroring our passion.
I reached down and unbuttoned Croy's pants slowly, the bulge that pressed against them was...prominent. I couldn't help but stare a bitâhe was quite proportional.
"I'm sorry." He apologized. I shook my head and cupped his face. "Shut up." I ordered, before re-taking his lips.
As the sky got darker, we began to rely less and less on our sense of sight. I used my fingers to trace every line of muscle in his body, just as he used his to memorize every one of my moles. Soon the room was filled with nothing but the sound of the rain hammering away at the ceiling and our ragged breaths.
"Are you sure?" He asked once we were under the covers, completely naked.
"I want you." I affirmed as I caressed his face. "I want you forever." I admitted, my gaze trained on his lips.
"I want you too." He assured as he reached down to guide himself in. I clenched my eyes shut once I felt the pain. I bit into his shoulder to keep myself from crying out. It hurt. I could feel his girth parting me.
"It hurts." I squeeked as I dug my nails into his back.
"I'm sorry. It's a bit uncomfortable for me too. You're really fucking tight." He admitted as he paused.
My face burned, I buried it back into his shoulder once he began to move again. I grunted softly as I felt him push in farther. Heat radiated off him. I bit him again when he pushed himself all the way in.
"Fuck." He groaned. "You're so warm." Croy then pinned my hand against the pillow and kissed me roughly. The first thrust was...brutal. I thought for sure he would split me in half. Croy grunted, pleasure and pain filling his voice. He kept going though, his mouth dominating mine as he slowly got into his rhythm. I gasped when he pulled away from my mouth, only to wrap his lips around one of my breasts.
Waves of pleasure rolled down my spine when he licked and fondled me. His mouth felt incredible. My back arched when he sucked on them , giving Croy the opportunity to thrust upwards.
I moaned, my eyes shooting open as he hit a very...receptive spot. He caught on to this immediately. My body's reaction alerting him to my preference.
Croy slipped his hands under my thighs and cupped my cheeks before pulling me closer. I sat up just as he lifted, allowing him to place me on his lap. We both moaned as the feeling of the new position washed over each of us. At this point the pain was fading into a dull ache. My arousal helping things along. I threaded my fingers through his hair and pulled him in, kissing him aggressively, eagerly.
"Hazel." He moaned my name as I marked the skin on his neck."I love you." I gasped as he took my rear and held me down as he moved faster. My toes curled when Croy leaned in and recaptured one side of my chest in his mouth. I moaned louder, the overwhelming cocktail of sensations heating my lower half.
"Sweetheart...I'm getting close." He warned in a lust filled whisper as he licked the outer part of my ear. "Haze..." He moaned again as he kissed down my sensitive neck.
Every sound he made was overbearingly sexy. Every gasp that escaped his lips, just knowing I was the cause, was enough to send me over the edge. I wanted to hear more. I wanted to hear every sound he could make.
I gripped onto him firmly and brought his face into my chest as I bounced. He moaned too, his hold on my butt tightening as he sped up.
We moved faster and faster, until we couldn't take anymore. He buried his face in my hair, to stifle out his moan, but I could still feel his shivers. Every twitch that rolled through him, recoiled inside me. I shuddered, immediately feeling my energy drain as we pulled away. Croy collapsed backwards next to me, his arm draped over his eyes to cover his expression. Sweat dotted his bare skin. "I love you." He panted.
"I love you too."