CRASH: An Evil Dead MC Story (The Outlaw Series) (37 page)

“Your mouth.” The words breathy and soft.

The corner of his mouth pulled up. “Hoping you’d say that.” He slid down
her body, pausing to take one of her nipples in his mouth as he pinched and
twisted the other. Her back arched off the bed. “Yes. More.”

He suckled harder and redoubled the movements of his finger and thumb
until she was moaning and thrashing. So far he hadn’t touched her where she
longed for him to touch her the most. Where she ached for his touch. And that
need of hers to be touched grew with each tug on her nipples, until she
writhed, pleading, “Crash, please.”

He released her nipples and continued his journey down her body,
settling between her thighs. His broad shoulders pressing them wide, exposing
her to his slow perusal. She couldn’t stop her hips from lifting, her body
begging for his touch. “Don’t make me beg, please.”

He ran his warm calloused palm from her waist down her belly to the heat
between her legs. “I should be the one begging, Princess. All this beauty laid
out for me. Let me take it in, sweetheart.”

His smooth palm caressed her, and she couldn’t help but undulate her
hips.

“I love seeing my ink on you, baby. Love knowing I’m the one that put
that there. You’ll always be connected to me, Shannon. Every time you look at
this, you’ll remember the rainy day I put it there. I’ll always remember how brave
you were. How you put your trust in me. That meant something to me, Princess.
It meant a lot.”

“Crash.” Her eyes sparkled with unshed tears.

“Christ, baby, you’re the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
And I don’t deserve you.” He pressed a kiss to the tattoo. Then he grinned and
added, “Still gonna take you, though.”

“Baby, please-” Shannon pleaded.

“You’re skin is so soft,” he murmured, and then his hand moved lower,
and his thumb grazed over her. Her hips shot up. “So sensitive. So responsive
to my touch. I like that, pretty baby. I like that a hell of a lot.”

Shannon writhed on the bed, her hands gripping the comforter. She looked
down her body loving the erotic picture he made between her thighs, his face poised
above her, and then finally,
finally
,
he dipped his head. His beard grazed her upper thigh a moment before his
tongue, warm and rough, lashed over her. As his tongue slid along her, she
moaned, her hips coming off the bed. His strong forearm came down across her
hips, pinning her down to the bed, holding her still while his mouth worked
over her. She was captive and held wide open to his every touch. His mouth
teased and tormented her until she couldn’t take anymore. And then he redoubled
his efforts, and she was thrusting up against his mouth. She thrashed, hoping
Crash would put her out of her aching, frustrated misery.

Two fingers plunged into her, searching and finding that sweet spot deep
inside her. His fingers curled, hooking and rubbing. His other hand pressed
against her belly just above her mound, increasing the internal pressure of his
fingers. She arched and writhed, the feelings so intense she didn’t think she
could bear it. And then his mouth latched onto her, and she flew, racing toward
the most incredible and intense orgasm she’d ever had. Her hands buried in his
hair, pulling him closer as she thrust up against him, her body soaring over
the edge into blissful orgasm.

She fell back against the bed, panting heavily, her whole body melting
into a haze of pleasure. He slid up over her, his hard body coming down on top
of her again, and his mouth dove into hers. His hands threaded through her
hair, pulling back, forcing her mouth to open further, his tongue thrusting
deep. He ate at her mouth, devouring her.

Breaking off, he muttered, “Fuck, I want inside that pussy, baby. Never
wanted anything so bad in my life. You ready for me?”

Shannon had been consumed with thoughts of having sex with Crash since
the first night she’d crawled into his bed. The scent of him on the sheets, the
smell of his body wash in the shower. How many times during her showers these
past weeks had she uncapped the bottle and brought it to her nose, inhaling
deeply. Every time he brushed up against her, every time his hand settled on
the small of her back, on her hip, on her waist, he set her on fire, throwing
her system into overdrive. She’d never wanted a man the way she wanted Crash.
Never craved sex as urgently as she did now. Never been so hungry for it.

And seeing that same hunger reflected back at her from his eyes fanned
the flames even higher. She nodded. “Yes, Crash. God, yes.”

Raising above her, he stretched toward the nightstand. Fumbling in the
drawer, he snagged a foil packet. Tearing it open with his teeth, he hurriedly
effectively protected her.

“You said you wanted it rough, hard and fast? You sure?”

She nodded.

“All right. I promise I’ll give you slow and sweet before we’re through,
but not now. You stop me, if you can’t handle it, yeah?”

“Yes. Hurry, Crash. I want you inside me.”

He grabbed her wrists, pinning them to the bed. She trembled and tried
to pull free.

He held tight. Their eyes locked, and she could see the aggressiveness
of his expression. He wanted her with a single minded determination, and he
meant to have her.

She struggled, her body shifting under him, brushing against him. She
writhed, enjoying the way he wouldn’t let her go. The look in his eyes had
changed, intensifying with the drive to take her, to subdue her. She could feel
the air around them shift, as his eyes narrowed, burning hot with desire and an
intense hunger she feared would consume her.

“You want to get away, Princess?” he growled, tightening his grip on her
wrists and watching her face.

She shook her head, contradicting the twisting of her body.

“Give in to me,” he rumbled, spreading her legs wide with his knees and
settling into the cradle of her thighs. He plunged into her in one quick,
fierce thrust that drove a cry from her throat. Another thrust, harder, and a
whimper escaped from her parted lips. Crash growled out a groan. “So damn wet
for me, baby.”

He held her down and helpless as he took her. She stared up at him, held
rapt by the look on his face as he drove inside of her. No matter how fast or
hard he was taking her, he watched her like he couldn’t believe she was
actually there, under him, taking everything he was giving her.

She didn’t think she’d be able to come again, after the last
overwhelming orgasm she’d just had, but he changed his angle, dragging his cock
up and across her most sensitive spot with each thrust, over and over, working
her into a frenzy, quickly bringing her right back up to the precipice again.
She shuddered and arched her back, writhing against his touch. She wanted to
touch him, to hold on as he rode her, but he held her pinned.

“Crash.” The word barely a gasp. He attacked her mouth, his tongue
thrusting hard and deep, demanding a response. She rolled her hips, arching up
to get more from him. He made her needy and shameless when it came to taking
her pleasure. And when she responded, he growled his approval.

She moaned.

He held her gaze as he pounded into her. “So fucking good, baby. So
good.”

“Yes,” she gasped out.

“I want to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to get out of this bed
tomorrow. I want to be the only thought in your head. I want my scent all over
you. I want you to feel me between your legs with every sweet ache.

She moaned. He loomed above her, so incredibly male. Powerful and savage
as he took what he wanted and gave her what she needed, too.

“So hot and wet and taking everything I’m giving. Fucking beautiful,” he
panted, his strokes intensifying.

She was helpless to do anything but take what he gave her, the way he
wanted to give it. “Oh, God, Crash,” she cried, her head arching back as the
waves of another intense orgasm washed over her.

His mouth latched onto her throat, sucking strongly, prolonging the
ecstasy with every suckling pull of his mouth. Then his mouth moved to her ear,
and he whispered, “We’re not done. We’re just getting started.”

She moaned as he pulled back off her and yanked her by the ankles,
sliding her to the end of the bed. Grabbing her, he hauled her off the bed,
spinning her around, her back to his front. One arm came around her throat,
putting her in a gentle headlock. He pulled back, letting her know he was in
control. His mouth came to her ear, and he whispered, “I’m gonna bend you over
the bed and take you from behind. You still with me?”

“Yes.” Her voice breathless.

He ran his hand down between her legs, rubbing, and she moaned, her nerve
ending still overly sensitive from what they’d just done. He moved his hand
around, caressing it up and down her ass cheek. “Can you take more, baby? I
told you I’m not done with you yet.”

She nodded.

“Down you go,” he said, releasing her neck, his palm pressing between
her shoulder blades, urging her down over the foot of the bed, her face to the
mattress. He kept his hand on her back as his other palm slid over the skin of
her inner thigh. “Spread for me, baby.”

She moved her feet apart.

“Further.” He lightly smacked her ass cheek, and that combined with the
commanding voice he used sent an electric jolt straight to her core. She moved
her feet wider.

“That’s my girl.” His palm rubbed her cheek, and then slid down over the
soft skin of her inner thigh. He began to massage the muscles there, and she
moaned. “You sore, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I want you sore. I want you to think about me, about this, all
day tomorrow, with every little ache.” His hand left her thigh, and she felt
him lining himself up with her entrance, and then he thrust inside in one
powerful thrust that lifted her off her toes. Both his hands moved to her hips,
holding her still as he began to pound into her again.

She
thought it would not have been imaginable to feel more immobilized, more vulnerable
than when he’d held her down, but this new position brought him into her at
higher slant, penetrating so fully, she swore he was touching her womb. His
thrusts accelerated, forceful and wild. And with each dragging thrust in and
out, he grazed over that secret sweet spot hidden deep inside her.

“Oh, God,” she panted. She was building toward another orgasm. It wasn’t
possible. It couldn’t be. She’d never had three orgasms that close together.
Hell, she’d never had three orgasms in one bout of sex. But then, no man had
ever fucked her the way Crash was fucking her. He knew her body better than she
did. He knew just how much she could take, and then took her right to the edge.

Crash reached under her, pinching one nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
That was the final push that took her right to the edge again, she sucked in a
breath and held it. Crash’s hand came back to her ass, another smack, and it
sent her slamming over the cliff into another orgasm. Moaning and jerking under
him.

At her release, Crash’s thrusts became frantic, and he gripped her hips,
holding her still. He pumped hard and fast before he slammed home, his cock
jerking one final time as he went solid behind her and came with a growl.
 
He collapsed over her, one shaking forearm
holding him up so he wouldn’t crush her completely, and he groaned.

Shannon panted, trying to slow her breathing. She’d never been
controlled that way, handled with raw need. Crash had no reservations about
what he needed or wanted in the bedroom. He was unashamed of the male urges and
instincts that ruled him when he allowed them free rein.

His hand came up and swept her hair aside, his mouth brushing a soft kiss
to the skin at the back of her neck. “You okay, Princess?”

She nodded. “Better than okay.” She felt him grin against the back of
her neck.

“I’ll do you sweet next time. I’ll make it good for you.”

He pulled out, taking care of the condom. His arm slid under her belly,
and he put a knee in the bed, dragging her up to the pillow. Then he removed
her shoes and laid down, tucking her into his side with her head on his chest,
his muscular arm wrapping around her body. “Did I hurt you?”

“No. I’m fine.”

“Just fine?” he teased.

“Ok, better than fine. Way better.”

Lying in the aftermath of explosive sex with Crash somehow felt so right
to Shannon. Her walls crumbled even more as he held her in his arms, his hand
slowly caressing up and down her arm.

Her fingers trailed over the tribal ink that ran up his ribs, bathing in
the glow of the aftermath of the wildest sex shed ever had. His eyes followed
the movement of her fingers as she traced the curves and lines. He reached out,
taking her hand in his, stopping her movement. “Tell me what you’re thinking
about.”

“You. Me. This.” She shrugged, her head tilting to look up at him, and
she tried to lighten the mood, teasing, “Did Ms. Walker teach you all that?”

His hand cupped her face as he rolled to his side, coming up on his
elbow and hovering above her. “Baby. What is it? Tell me?”

“Nothing.” She couldn’t meet his eyes, afraid to admit she was beginning
to feel a strong connection to him. A connection she wasn’t sure he was feeling
in return.