Chapter 114

Lily's pov

“Y-yes.” I slip my hands into his hair, holding him to me. Like I never want him to leave.

He laps at my clit. Gentle, soft strokes that have me moaning. He pauses, and I want to die. I never want him to stop. “Like this?”

“Harder,” I encourage, and he presses his tongue flat against me, licking and then sucking. “Oh yes. Like that.”

I’m shameless, rubbing myself against his face, his low groans only encouraging me. It feels so good, what he’s doing. He feels so good. It doesn’t take much until I’m coming, my body wracked with shivers, his name falling from my lips as I thrust my hips up, trying to get closer to his magical mouth.

He holds me to him, his mouth never wavering, his tongue lashing at my clit as I ride out my orgasm against his face. He slips a finger inside me and I arch up, closing my eyes.

“I don’t think I can take it,” I protest.

But he doesn’t let me go. A second finger joins the first and he pushes them deep inside me, pulling out before sliding back in. His tongue is everywhere, licking my still throbbing clit. Searching every part of me slowly.

Another orgasm builds, this one slower. More gradual. I keep my fingers in his hair, twisting the strands tightly, moving with him as he drives me out of my mind with his tongue and fingers. Until I’m a gasping, crying mess, coming again, so quickly after the first one.

He kisses the inside of my thigh, wiping his face against my skin before he rises up and kisses my mouth. My response is enthusiastic. I can’t get enough of him, and the heavy weight

of his erection against my stomach tells me he’s ready.

He’s probably been ready since this all started.

“You taste good,” he murmurs against my mouth, making me smile. “I can’t get enough of you.”“I want you,” I whisper, not holding back.

“I’ll be right back.” He drops a kiss on my forehead before he climbs off the bed.

I rise up on my elbows, watching as he strips off his jeans and socks before going to his bag and pulling out a box of condoms. Shock courses through me and he must see it on my face as he tears the box open.

“I was hopeful.”

The smile that curls my lips is one of pure satisfaction. I love that he was hopeful.

He plucks a condom out of the box and tosses it on the bed before he drops the box back into his duffel. He makes quick work of his boxer briefs and I watch, gnawing on my lower lip as he tears into the condom wrapper and slips the whole rubber over his thick dick.

Crew has sure a big dick.

I swallow hard, fighting the fresh nerves fluttering low in my belly. This has been fun and all, but knowing he’s about to enter me for the first time is making me apprehensive. I think of all those promises I made long ago to my dad.

How I swore this would never happen until I'm married to who knows who.

But I’m almost eighteen, and I know what I want. And what I want is…

Crew.

For him to take my virginity.