Page 29 of Her Crew

I don’t answer her, and she doesn’t release my face as my lip trembles. She only takes her right hand away to brush a tear I didn’t realize had fallen down my cheek. It just adds to the pile of embarrassment that’s crushing me.

“You’re anxious right now,” she says, mirroring my words from earlier. “Let me feed you.”

I suddenly realize what she’s asking. I’m not going to have sex with this girl just because she wants to make me feel better. In fact, I don’t even think I could if I wanted to. Her feeding herself to quench her anxiety isn’t the same thing as me using her body for my pleasure. My selfish desires. I absolutely want to fuck her, especially as her hand falls over the front of my pants, but not like this.

I put my hand over hers. “I can’t, pup.”

She moves her fingers along the denim. Over my very limp dick. Other women would get offended by the flaccidity, but she seems more determined.

When she realizes I really can’t get hard, she sits back. “Is this because of Tye? Because he touched me?”

I would never get mad at her for being touched. Kind of the opposite, actually. I’d love to see Tye go further down with his hands.

But he can’t know this about me.

Despite our bond, I’ve never told him what I like. What I want. I’ve shared crew girls with other men, but not him. Maybe it’s the fear of judgement. Or that he might never speak to me again because his morals are much higher than mine.

Because I’ll admit, my morals are very fucked.

But her words go right to my mind, and I’m absolutely stuck on thinking about her, me, and Tye. Watching and pleasing and fucking. And just like that, life springs to my dick. I scan the horizon to make sure no one is coming before I climb over her again.

She looks up at me. Long, beautiful eyelashes frame her greenish eyes.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you,” I growl, “But understand what the fuck it means. Make sure you’re ready for this.”

“What am I not ready for?” she asks.

“Once I fuck you, you’ll be mine. And not just mine—” I cut myself off, afraid my words could frighten her.

Hiding this side of me from her is wrong. No, not just a side. It’s most of me. And I meant what I was going to say. Even if I let others play with her, she’s still mine. Not theirs. They’d merely borrow her body.

But I own it.

“Tell me what you want, Tegan. Use your words and tell me.”

“I want you, Ace,” she whispers before I capture her mouth with mine.

Sweat drips down my sides as the sun warms my back through the van windows. I’m hard because she pushed me into the fantasy. She’s willing. Deep inside, she knew what she was doing. She knows what I need and what she will grow to want.

I glance around once more, ensuring a clear coast before I lean back and start ripping off her pants. She kicks off her shoes, and I pull off the leggings and her underwear. Her hands go to cover her crotch, insecurity suddenly washing over her like a wave.

I rip her hands away. “Don’t you hide from me. Your body is perfect.” I put her hand on my dick. “Would it be this hard if I didn’t find you attractive?”

“I don’t know,” she says, her cheeks flushing with insecurity.

I grab her hips and pull her against me until my cock rests against the seam of her pussy. Heat and wetness embrace my dick, and I want nothing more than to be inside her.

“I won’t fuck you while you look so terrified,” I whisper before kissing her. “Is it your weight? Because fuck your weight, Tegan.”

“I don’t know,” she repeats.

“Is it the piercings?”

She bites her lip and nods.

“Oh, sweet girl, they won’t hurt you. I won’t hurt you.” I kiss down her neck until she softly moans. I reach down and grip my dick, dragging it through her wet heat.

She stops clenching my shirt, then relaxes, and that’s as much invitation as I need. I draw my hips back and put my cock against her entrance, then push my hips forward and drive myself into her. She screams, and I feel like shit because I promised I wouldn’t hurt her.