FIC: How Was I Supposed To Know, Chapter 14 / 16 (Crowley/OFC)
FIC: How Was I Supposed To Know, Chapter 14 / 16 (Crowley/OFC)
AUTHOR: anneelliot201
GENRE: Romance/Drama
PAIRING: Crowley/OFC
RATING: NC-17
SPOILERS: Season 8, references to Season 9
SUMMARY: Hazel is an ordinary woman--a blackjack dealer at a casino in the middle of the New Mexican desert--but her world gets turned upside down when a man in a black suit decides to take an interest in her. PLEASE NOTE THIS FIC WAS WRITTEN WHILE WATCHING SEASON 9 AND THEREFORE DOES NOT COMPLY WITH CURRENT CANON. I TOOK THINGS IN A DIFFERENT DIRECTION FOR STORYTELLING PURPOSES.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wrote too much and now it's going to be 16 chapters. And it's almost done!
Hazel was exhausted. The cold weather and snow meant everyone was spending more time inside. And that meant the casino’s business had picked up over the past few weeks with winter in full swing. Not only had she worked an extra two hours this evening, but she’d driven home in a state of tension over the condition of the roads. Just a couple weeks ago, she’d spent Christmas and New Years alone. Feeling sorry for herself was still fresh. Tonight, she’d taken an extra hot shower and fallen into her bed with a book and a cup of camomile tea to help her sleep.
Within an hour she’d given up on the book and instead spent her time staring at the ceiling and thinking of HIM. He’d done so much to help and to hurt her. She wondered why she was being such a stupid girl by obsessing over him. He was bad news and she should be grateful he was out of her life. Except she wasn’t grateful at all.
Maybe Dean was right. Maybe after you’ve seen what is really going on in the world, it IS difficult to go back to ordinary life. Maybe her problem wasn’t missing Crowley; maybe her problem was that she needed to do something else with her life. Dealing cards at a casino seemed like such a pathetic thing to do when she knew that there were people dying every day because of things she’d spent all of her life denying the existence of. She couldn’t fight, but maybe she could help with research. She was a voracious reader and might be able to help the Winchesters if she had access to the library in the bunker.
Hazel sighed. Or maybe not. The bunker would just remind her of Crowley. He hadn’t even let her know he was alive after all those conversations in which she felt they’d connected. Obviously they hadn’t if it was so easy for him to cut off contact with her. Stupid, stupid girl. She shouldn’t let some dumb guy who didn’t give a shit about her dictate what she did with her life.
Hazel closed her eyes and slowed her breathing. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. She needed to fall asleep. One, two, three, four, five, she thought, counting her breaths. Six, seven, eight...
“Hello, love.”
Her heart jumped into her throat as she sat up in bed, sure that she’d imagined his voice. She hadn’t. He was standing at the foot of her bed, looking like his usual self--black suit, gray tie, scruffy facial hair that had felt so nice against her fingertips when she’d kissed him.
“Crowley,” she whispered, surprise evident in her tone.
“It’s been so long; I’m glad you remembered my name.”
“What are you doing here?” she asked, pulling the sheets up around her body. She was wearing a tank top and a pair of panties. Sleeping in pajamas had never been very comfortable for her and it wasn’t like she had visitors dropping by every night.
“I’ve missed you, darling,” he replied
She should have been terrified, but she wasn’t. She was just nervous and oddly happy to see him, to hear the special way he said, “Hello, love,” like she actually meant something to him.
“You sent Hank,” she told him.
Crowley’s brows furrowed. “Found you, did he? I thought I sent him off with a one-way ticket to the pearly gates.”
“He got there, but he made a pit stop here a few weeks ago. Before Christmas.” She paused and then said, “Thank you.”
“My pleasure, darling.” He shifted from one foot to the other, suddenly looking just as nervous as she was.
“I thought you died,” she told him.
“I thought I did, too.”
“You saved me.”
He smiled. “Guess I figured that hero thing out in the end.”
Hazel smiled back. “You did,” she said. He was watching her with those dark eyes, but she still didn’t feel any fear of him. She just wanted to touch him, to find that intimacy they’d had when she was sitting on his lap, kissing him. Or when they’d shared her bed in the bunker. “Did you come to check on me?”
“No. I’d already done that,” he said.
“What do you mean?”
“I checked on your months ago to make sure you were okay.”
“Oh,” she shifted in bed, pressing the sheet hard against her chest. “I didn’t realize.”
“You weren’t supposed to, darling.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were alive at least?”
He smiled again. “Did you care?”
“You know I did.” She paused and shifted over to the side. “You’re making me nervous standing over the bed like that. Why don’t you sit down?”
“There? In your bed?” he asked, the playful grin on his face.
“Like old times,” she told him, hoping he remembered that night talking in bed as fondly as she did.
“Darling,” he said, loosening his tie and shrugging off his jacket, “I couldn’t say no if I tried.”
Hazel smiled as he toed off his black shoes to reveal wildly patterned green socks. “Have I told you I missed our talks?” she asked. Her heart was beating uncontrollably. It was probably strange that she wasn’t afraid of him; she was just inundated with ideas of what he would do if he were in bed with her.
He sat down on the edge of her bed. “Just our talks?”
“That’s all we really did was talk,” she told him, sliding over so he could slip under the sheets with her. She was vibrating with nervous energy, desire and longing. Of any man she’d ever met, he made her feel the most special and important.
“I seem to remember some tongue,” he whispered, turning onto his side and reached out his arms for her. She offered no resistance, letting his warm hands grab her waist and pull her closer. In a moment of shyness, she pressed her forehead against his chest when her bare legs entangled with his.
His fingertips ran up and down her spine. Her top was hiked up, revealing her lower back and the gentle pressure of his fingers against the skin there made her shiver in pleasure. She felt reckless.
“Why the sudden capitulation, love? You spent months telling me I wasn’t allowed to share a bed with you,” he whispered into her hair.
Why indeed? Hazel wasn’t sure herself. She just knew that she was lonely and had missed him terribly. And now that he was alive and standing in front of her, it seemed natural to want him to be closer. He felt so nice next to her with his hands on her body, holding her like she was some precious thing he’d been dreaming about. Even if it was a lie, it felt so nice. “Perspective, I guess. Or maybe I’m just being a stupid girl.”
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Crowley slipped his knee between her thighs and ran the fingers of one hand through her soft hair. He couldn’t see her face; she was acting demure, hiding it by pressing it into his chest. “You’re not a stupid girl,” he assured her.
“I shouldn’t be doing this with you.”
“Doing what? Talking?” he asked with a smile. He slipped a hand underneath her shirt, exploring the smooth skin of her back.
She arched her body into his and Crowley almost groaned at the feel of her against him. “Touching you,” she whispered, her little fingertips tracing patterns on his chest.
He’d been drunk with lust before, but this was something more potent. Everything had disappeared. The world, Hell, the politics of power, enemies, minions, everything. Gone. The only thing that existed was her in this bed with her hands on him.
Crowley closed his eyes. That ache in his chest was back. He wanted her, but having her was only short-term. He could and would have sex with her, but it would never be more than that and he couldn’t seem to accept only sex. The prospect of letting her go was not just upsetting; it was unacceptable.
He opened his eyes when he heard her speak. “Thank you for returning and saving me back there,” she said softly, finally looking up at him.
“It was my fault, love. It was the least I could do.”
“I was so sad when I thought you had died.” Her simple statement cut open what was left of his blackened heart. She sounded so sincere.
“You’re the only one who would be, darling.” Crowley pushed her shirt up so he could caress more of her back, feel the silken skin against his fingertips.
She shivered in his arms and pressed herself closer, hooking one of her legs over his. This intimacy was too much, overwhelming, consuming. He just wanted to let himself go with her, forget everything and everyone. When she spoke, her voice was soft. “Well, better one person than none. I’m glad you’re still around. Even if you never came to see me.”
“And you wanted me to? After I left you?” He brushed his lips over her forehead and cheek, savoring her warmth and sweetness.
“You didn’t leave me. You came back. You almost died trying to save me.”
He chuckled softly. “You make me sound so altruistic.”
“Maybe you’re not as bad as you think you are.”
“Maybe you don’t know me well enough.”
“Maybe that’s your past.”
“And my present is with you? My future, love?” His throat felt like it was closing up as he asked the questions.
“Demons aren’t allowed to date lowly humans, right?” she whispered, squeezing his shoulders before sliding her hands down his chest. He wished he could just make his clothes disappear without the possibility of scaring her out of bed.
“It’s complicated.”
She tilted her head back and pressed her nose into his neck, inhaling and exhaling. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “I get it. This can’t be anything. But I’ve been lonely and questioning my life lately. And this feels nice right now. Nice is something I need.”
Crowley wanted to gather her up in his arms and promise her anything she wanted, promise her that he’d make sure she was never lonely again. Just the thought of her in pain hurt him, made his chest clench with that dull heartache that made thinking straight difficult. “Nice has never been something used when referring to me,” he said, hoping a joke would make things better. It didn’t, but she laughed softly anyway, her warmth breath tickling his throat.
“You feel very nice,” she murmured.
“Mmm, so do you, love.” Crowley swept his hands down to cup her ass, pulling her tight against him. He relished her gasp of surprise as her fingers clutched at his shirt and her head tilted back so she could look at him.
Her face was beautiful. A pale complexion just tinged with pink and her soft brown lashes adorning those gorgeous green eyes. Not a stitch of makeup in sight to get between him and her natural beauty. Before he could make a fool of himself by blurting that out, she pushed her body into his and pressed her lips to his mouth. Crowley tightened his grip on her ass and kissed her back with everything he had.
It was an overwhelming kiss that pulled you under, made everything around you disappear. Just her body in his arms and the way her tongue felt as it tangled with his own. She smelled like lilacs and tasted like camomile. She must have been drinking tea to put herself to sleep before he arrived. Well, no sleep was in sight if he had his way.
Crowley slipped his hands up to play with the waist of her panties, slipping beneath the cotton and pushing them down to bare her hip. She pulled back, her lips barely touching his as she caught her breath. He’d almost thought she was going to protest, but she didn’t. She actually shifted her body to allow him to pull the panties down a little further. Unable to resist, he shifted one hand to press between her thighs, dipping first one then another finger inside her sex. She was dripping wet and the realization sent a surge of lust and power through him. That was for HIM. He’d put her into this state. She wanted him.
Her hands were fluttering around his neck and chest and, in his lust-addled frame of mind, it took him several moments to realize that she was unbuttoning his shirt, fumbling with the buttons. “Say the word and I’m remove them,” he whispered before capturing her mouth in another searing kiss.
“Take them off,” she whispered back when he broke away from the kiss.
A simple thought and every stitch of clothing on his body was gone. And the little minx that she was, she started scattering little kisses down his jaw to his neck and then over his collarbone and chest. Crowley moved his fingers inside her, brushing the tip of his middle finger against her clit. Hazel cried out and tilted her hips to give him more access.
Unable to maintain control much longer, he pushed himself up and flipped her onto her back. He easily settled between her legs and he had no doubt she could feel the hard press of his cock nestled between her legs and running up her stomach. Some days he regretted that deal he’d made to grow his cock. But on days like this he was glad for it. He wanted to satisfy her and the extra three inches would go a long way toward making her lose that composure of hers.
He reached down and slipped his hands over her curvy hips and up her tapered waist beneath the tank top she was wearing. It bunched up over his wrists as he proceeded up the sides of her ribcage and grazed the sides of her breasts with his fingertips. Her face was drunk with lust, her pink lips parted as she labored to breathe under this assault of pleasure.
The desire to see her naked body beneath him was overwhelming. He pushed the shirt up more and she obediently lifted her arms so he could pull it over her head and discard it in the floor. He looked down to see her full breasts with rosy nipples and couldn’t stop himself from dipping his head to capture one puckered bud in his mouth. Her hands immediately went to his scalp and he could feel the light pressure of her short nails running through his hair, making him shiver in pleasure. He ran his tongue down to the valley between her breasts and back up the mound of the other to give attention to her left nipple.
She tasted delicious, just like he’d alway imagined. And now that he’d whetted his appetite, he wanted to sip that honey that flowed between her luscious legs. Purposefully, he dragged the stubble on his chin down her sensitive stomach, savoring the way she gasped and jerked her body in neediness. “Crowley,” she moaned as he hooked his fingers into her panties and smoothly pulled them the rest of the way down her legs.
He smiled as he easily parted her thighs further and placed his open mouth fully over her slit, tentatively running the tip of his tongue up and down her. She tasted even better than he’d hoped and the desire to just lose himself in the way she smelled and felt was almost unbearable. Forget everything he’d ever worked for; he’d settle for this, especially when her hands found the back of his head, urging him to fuck her with his tongue.
He happily complied, enjoying the way her body writhed beneath him as he easily held her down and made her come so hard she pressed the edge of her pillow against her mouth to stifle the scream of pleasure. He smiled when the final swipe of his tongue tore a shuddering, ragged breath from her.
Feeling pleased with himself and crazy with lust, he lifted himself to his knees and looked down at her flushed body, her rapidly rising and falling chest. “What was that about sex not being like it is in the movies?”
“I take it back,” she said in a dreamy voice.
Crowley used a hand to adjust his cock at her entrance, watching as he pressed inch by inch into her. She was so tight and hot, her muscles gripping him so hard he was unsure if he could finish entering her. He leaned his body over her, peppering kisses up the side of her neck as he flexed his hips, making little rocking motions.
“Oh god,” she moaned, shifting her hips and hooking one leg over his hip. The moment allowed him to slide deeper. His head was spinning over the way she felt, so warm and willing beneath him.
“Oh, Crowley,” he corrected through his clenched teeth.
“You’re huge,” she gasped, as he hooked her other leg over his arm and pressed into her again, this time sliding all the way home.
Crowley laughed softly. “Stroking my ego as well as my cock, love?”
“It wasn’t a compliment,” she said. “It was a statement of fact.”
Tentatively, he pulled out and pushed back in, savoring the way she clamped onto his cock so tightly. “Mmm, flattery will get you everywhere with me, darling. You feel so fucking good.”
Another stroke out and in and she was tilting her head back in pleasure. “Oh, please don’t stop,” she begged.
He said, “Oh, I don’t intend to,” before capturing her mouth in another kiss. It felt beyond good to take her like this, his tongue in her mouth and his cock buried deep inside her, her body arching up into his like she couldn’t get enough of him, wanted him more than anything else in her entire life. It was a heady feeling, better than anything he’d felt in a very long time, maybe better than anything period.
It didn’t take long for him to feel that pressure that was rising in his balls, that imminent release that would shoot through him and out of him. She was so easy to manipulate and bring over the edge. Just a swipe of his thumb over her clit at the top of her cleft and she was crying out as she broke the kiss and shoved her face into his neck. Her little fingertips were biting into his arm and shoulder as her body stiffened beneath him in waves of pleasure. Feeling the muscles of her sex clamp down on him in release made him lose his rhythm. He pounded into her and finally came, almost roaring out his release before collapsing on her and immersing himself in the soft touch and delicious scent of her body.
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Hazel had fallen asleep with his arms around her. And she’d woken to an empty bed. The sheets were askew and half the comforter was on the floor. Her panties were waded up at the foot of the bed and her shirt was hanging off the headboard. She pushed her hair back from her face and sat up, straining to hear the sounds of someone else in the darkness of her house. Nothing.
He was gone. Long gone from the look of things. She pulled the sheet and blanket closer and lied back down on her side, curling into a little ball. Stupid, stupid girl. She’d known it would be nothing when he’d popped into her bedroom with his “hello, love”, but she’d let him slip inside her defenses anyway. Even though she’d told herself that it was just sex, it was never just sex for her. She’d fallen asleep thinking that maybe he wanted more since he was sticking around. Since he was being gentle and sweet to her.
Obviously, he had just been waiting for a good time to exit without her accusing eyes watching him walk out the door. She felt pathetic and even lonelier than she’d felt before he’d waltzed back into her life.
The alarm clock by her bed said it was six in the morning. It was still dark and very cold outside. She sighed and forced her eyes closed. She needed sleep if she was going to work tonight. And she finally did sleep after she’s cried herself into exhaustion.
AUTHOR: anneelliot201
GENRE: Romance/Drama
PAIRING: Crowley/OFC
RATING: NC-17
SPOILERS: Season 8, references to Season 9
SUMMARY: Hazel is an ordinary woman--a blackjack dealer at a casino in the middle of the New Mexican desert--but her world gets turned upside down when a man in a black suit decides to take an interest in her. PLEASE NOTE THIS FIC WAS WRITTEN WHILE WATCHING SEASON 9 AND THEREFORE DOES NOT COMPLY WITH CURRENT CANON. I TOOK THINGS IN A DIFFERENT DIRECTION FOR STORYTELLING PURPOSES.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wrote too much and now it's going to be 16 chapters. And it's almost done!
Hazel was exhausted. The cold weather and snow meant everyone was spending more time inside. And that meant the casino’s business had picked up over the past few weeks with winter in full swing. Not only had she worked an extra two hours this evening, but she’d driven home in a state of tension over the condition of the roads. Just a couple weeks ago, she’d spent Christmas and New Years alone. Feeling sorry for herself was still fresh. Tonight, she’d taken an extra hot shower and fallen into her bed with a book and a cup of camomile tea to help her sleep.
Within an hour she’d given up on the book and instead spent her time staring at the ceiling and thinking of HIM. He’d done so much to help and to hurt her. She wondered why she was being such a stupid girl by obsessing over him. He was bad news and she should be grateful he was out of her life. Except she wasn’t grateful at all.
Maybe Dean was right. Maybe after you’ve seen what is really going on in the world, it IS difficult to go back to ordinary life. Maybe her problem wasn’t missing Crowley; maybe her problem was that she needed to do something else with her life. Dealing cards at a casino seemed like such a pathetic thing to do when she knew that there were people dying every day because of things she’d spent all of her life denying the existence of. She couldn’t fight, but maybe she could help with research. She was a voracious reader and might be able to help the Winchesters if she had access to the library in the bunker.
Hazel sighed. Or maybe not. The bunker would just remind her of Crowley. He hadn’t even let her know he was alive after all those conversations in which she felt they’d connected. Obviously they hadn’t if it was so easy for him to cut off contact with her. Stupid, stupid girl. She shouldn’t let some dumb guy who didn’t give a shit about her dictate what she did with her life.
Hazel closed her eyes and slowed her breathing. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. She needed to fall asleep. One, two, three, four, five, she thought, counting her breaths. Six, seven, eight...
“Hello, love.”
Her heart jumped into her throat as she sat up in bed, sure that she’d imagined his voice. She hadn’t. He was standing at the foot of her bed, looking like his usual self--black suit, gray tie, scruffy facial hair that had felt so nice against her fingertips when she’d kissed him.
“Crowley,” she whispered, surprise evident in her tone.
“It’s been so long; I’m glad you remembered my name.”
“What are you doing here?” she asked, pulling the sheets up around her body. She was wearing a tank top and a pair of panties. Sleeping in pajamas had never been very comfortable for her and it wasn’t like she had visitors dropping by every night.
“I’ve missed you, darling,” he replied
She should have been terrified, but she wasn’t. She was just nervous and oddly happy to see him, to hear the special way he said, “Hello, love,” like she actually meant something to him.
“You sent Hank,” she told him.
Crowley’s brows furrowed. “Found you, did he? I thought I sent him off with a one-way ticket to the pearly gates.”
“He got there, but he made a pit stop here a few weeks ago. Before Christmas.” She paused and then said, “Thank you.”
“My pleasure, darling.” He shifted from one foot to the other, suddenly looking just as nervous as she was.
“I thought you died,” she told him.
“I thought I did, too.”
“You saved me.”
He smiled. “Guess I figured that hero thing out in the end.”
Hazel smiled back. “You did,” she said. He was watching her with those dark eyes, but she still didn’t feel any fear of him. She just wanted to touch him, to find that intimacy they’d had when she was sitting on his lap, kissing him. Or when they’d shared her bed in the bunker. “Did you come to check on me?”
“No. I’d already done that,” he said.
“What do you mean?”
“I checked on your months ago to make sure you were okay.”
“Oh,” she shifted in bed, pressing the sheet hard against her chest. “I didn’t realize.”
“You weren’t supposed to, darling.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were alive at least?”
He smiled again. “Did you care?”
“You know I did.” She paused and shifted over to the side. “You’re making me nervous standing over the bed like that. Why don’t you sit down?”
“There? In your bed?” he asked, the playful grin on his face.
“Like old times,” she told him, hoping he remembered that night talking in bed as fondly as she did.
“Darling,” he said, loosening his tie and shrugging off his jacket, “I couldn’t say no if I tried.”
Hazel smiled as he toed off his black shoes to reveal wildly patterned green socks. “Have I told you I missed our talks?” she asked. Her heart was beating uncontrollably. It was probably strange that she wasn’t afraid of him; she was just inundated with ideas of what he would do if he were in bed with her.
He sat down on the edge of her bed. “Just our talks?”
“That’s all we really did was talk,” she told him, sliding over so he could slip under the sheets with her. She was vibrating with nervous energy, desire and longing. Of any man she’d ever met, he made her feel the most special and important.
“I seem to remember some tongue,” he whispered, turning onto his side and reached out his arms for her. She offered no resistance, letting his warm hands grab her waist and pull her closer. In a moment of shyness, she pressed her forehead against his chest when her bare legs entangled with his.
His fingertips ran up and down her spine. Her top was hiked up, revealing her lower back and the gentle pressure of his fingers against the skin there made her shiver in pleasure. She felt reckless.
“Why the sudden capitulation, love? You spent months telling me I wasn’t allowed to share a bed with you,” he whispered into her hair.
Why indeed? Hazel wasn’t sure herself. She just knew that she was lonely and had missed him terribly. And now that he was alive and standing in front of her, it seemed natural to want him to be closer. He felt so nice next to her with his hands on her body, holding her like she was some precious thing he’d been dreaming about. Even if it was a lie, it felt so nice. “Perspective, I guess. Or maybe I’m just being a stupid girl.”
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Crowley slipped his knee between her thighs and ran the fingers of one hand through her soft hair. He couldn’t see her face; she was acting demure, hiding it by pressing it into his chest. “You’re not a stupid girl,” he assured her.
“I shouldn’t be doing this with you.”
“Doing what? Talking?” he asked with a smile. He slipped a hand underneath her shirt, exploring the smooth skin of her back.
She arched her body into his and Crowley almost groaned at the feel of her against him. “Touching you,” she whispered, her little fingertips tracing patterns on his chest.
He’d been drunk with lust before, but this was something more potent. Everything had disappeared. The world, Hell, the politics of power, enemies, minions, everything. Gone. The only thing that existed was her in this bed with her hands on him.
Crowley closed his eyes. That ache in his chest was back. He wanted her, but having her was only short-term. He could and would have sex with her, but it would never be more than that and he couldn’t seem to accept only sex. The prospect of letting her go was not just upsetting; it was unacceptable.
He opened his eyes when he heard her speak. “Thank you for returning and saving me back there,” she said softly, finally looking up at him.
“It was my fault, love. It was the least I could do.”
“I was so sad when I thought you had died.” Her simple statement cut open what was left of his blackened heart. She sounded so sincere.
“You’re the only one who would be, darling.” Crowley pushed her shirt up so he could caress more of her back, feel the silken skin against his fingertips.
She shivered in his arms and pressed herself closer, hooking one of her legs over his. This intimacy was too much, overwhelming, consuming. He just wanted to let himself go with her, forget everything and everyone. When she spoke, her voice was soft. “Well, better one person than none. I’m glad you’re still around. Even if you never came to see me.”
“And you wanted me to? After I left you?” He brushed his lips over her forehead and cheek, savoring her warmth and sweetness.
“You didn’t leave me. You came back. You almost died trying to save me.”
He chuckled softly. “You make me sound so altruistic.”
“Maybe you’re not as bad as you think you are.”
“Maybe you don’t know me well enough.”
“Maybe that’s your past.”
“And my present is with you? My future, love?” His throat felt like it was closing up as he asked the questions.
“Demons aren’t allowed to date lowly humans, right?” she whispered, squeezing his shoulders before sliding her hands down his chest. He wished he could just make his clothes disappear without the possibility of scaring her out of bed.
“It’s complicated.”
She tilted her head back and pressed her nose into his neck, inhaling and exhaling. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “I get it. This can’t be anything. But I’ve been lonely and questioning my life lately. And this feels nice right now. Nice is something I need.”
Crowley wanted to gather her up in his arms and promise her anything she wanted, promise her that he’d make sure she was never lonely again. Just the thought of her in pain hurt him, made his chest clench with that dull heartache that made thinking straight difficult. “Nice has never been something used when referring to me,” he said, hoping a joke would make things better. It didn’t, but she laughed softly anyway, her warmth breath tickling his throat.
“You feel very nice,” she murmured.
“Mmm, so do you, love.” Crowley swept his hands down to cup her ass, pulling her tight against him. He relished her gasp of surprise as her fingers clutched at his shirt and her head tilted back so she could look at him.
Her face was beautiful. A pale complexion just tinged with pink and her soft brown lashes adorning those gorgeous green eyes. Not a stitch of makeup in sight to get between him and her natural beauty. Before he could make a fool of himself by blurting that out, she pushed her body into his and pressed her lips to his mouth. Crowley tightened his grip on her ass and kissed her back with everything he had.
It was an overwhelming kiss that pulled you under, made everything around you disappear. Just her body in his arms and the way her tongue felt as it tangled with his own. She smelled like lilacs and tasted like camomile. She must have been drinking tea to put herself to sleep before he arrived. Well, no sleep was in sight if he had his way.
Crowley slipped his hands up to play with the waist of her panties, slipping beneath the cotton and pushing them down to bare her hip. She pulled back, her lips barely touching his as she caught her breath. He’d almost thought she was going to protest, but she didn’t. She actually shifted her body to allow him to pull the panties down a little further. Unable to resist, he shifted one hand to press between her thighs, dipping first one then another finger inside her sex. She was dripping wet and the realization sent a surge of lust and power through him. That was for HIM. He’d put her into this state. She wanted him.
Her hands were fluttering around his neck and chest and, in his lust-addled frame of mind, it took him several moments to realize that she was unbuttoning his shirt, fumbling with the buttons. “Say the word and I’m remove them,” he whispered before capturing her mouth in another searing kiss.
“Take them off,” she whispered back when he broke away from the kiss.
A simple thought and every stitch of clothing on his body was gone. And the little minx that she was, she started scattering little kisses down his jaw to his neck and then over his collarbone and chest. Crowley moved his fingers inside her, brushing the tip of his middle finger against her clit. Hazel cried out and tilted her hips to give him more access.
Unable to maintain control much longer, he pushed himself up and flipped her onto her back. He easily settled between her legs and he had no doubt she could feel the hard press of his cock nestled between her legs and running up her stomach. Some days he regretted that deal he’d made to grow his cock. But on days like this he was glad for it. He wanted to satisfy her and the extra three inches would go a long way toward making her lose that composure of hers.
He reached down and slipped his hands over her curvy hips and up her tapered waist beneath the tank top she was wearing. It bunched up over his wrists as he proceeded up the sides of her ribcage and grazed the sides of her breasts with his fingertips. Her face was drunk with lust, her pink lips parted as she labored to breathe under this assault of pleasure.
The desire to see her naked body beneath him was overwhelming. He pushed the shirt up more and she obediently lifted her arms so he could pull it over her head and discard it in the floor. He looked down to see her full breasts with rosy nipples and couldn’t stop himself from dipping his head to capture one puckered bud in his mouth. Her hands immediately went to his scalp and he could feel the light pressure of her short nails running through his hair, making him shiver in pleasure. He ran his tongue down to the valley between her breasts and back up the mound of the other to give attention to her left nipple.
She tasted delicious, just like he’d alway imagined. And now that he’d whetted his appetite, he wanted to sip that honey that flowed between her luscious legs. Purposefully, he dragged the stubble on his chin down her sensitive stomach, savoring the way she gasped and jerked her body in neediness. “Crowley,” she moaned as he hooked his fingers into her panties and smoothly pulled them the rest of the way down her legs.
He smiled as he easily parted her thighs further and placed his open mouth fully over her slit, tentatively running the tip of his tongue up and down her. She tasted even better than he’d hoped and the desire to just lose himself in the way she smelled and felt was almost unbearable. Forget everything he’d ever worked for; he’d settle for this, especially when her hands found the back of his head, urging him to fuck her with his tongue.
He happily complied, enjoying the way her body writhed beneath him as he easily held her down and made her come so hard she pressed the edge of her pillow against her mouth to stifle the scream of pleasure. He smiled when the final swipe of his tongue tore a shuddering, ragged breath from her.
Feeling pleased with himself and crazy with lust, he lifted himself to his knees and looked down at her flushed body, her rapidly rising and falling chest. “What was that about sex not being like it is in the movies?”
“I take it back,” she said in a dreamy voice.
Crowley used a hand to adjust his cock at her entrance, watching as he pressed inch by inch into her. She was so tight and hot, her muscles gripping him so hard he was unsure if he could finish entering her. He leaned his body over her, peppering kisses up the side of her neck as he flexed his hips, making little rocking motions.
“Oh god,” she moaned, shifting her hips and hooking one leg over his hip. The moment allowed him to slide deeper. His head was spinning over the way she felt, so warm and willing beneath him.
“Oh, Crowley,” he corrected through his clenched teeth.
“You’re huge,” she gasped, as he hooked her other leg over his arm and pressed into her again, this time sliding all the way home.
Crowley laughed softly. “Stroking my ego as well as my cock, love?”
“It wasn’t a compliment,” she said. “It was a statement of fact.”
Tentatively, he pulled out and pushed back in, savoring the way she clamped onto his cock so tightly. “Mmm, flattery will get you everywhere with me, darling. You feel so fucking good.”
Another stroke out and in and she was tilting her head back in pleasure. “Oh, please don’t stop,” she begged.
He said, “Oh, I don’t intend to,” before capturing her mouth in another kiss. It felt beyond good to take her like this, his tongue in her mouth and his cock buried deep inside her, her body arching up into his like she couldn’t get enough of him, wanted him more than anything else in her entire life. It was a heady feeling, better than anything he’d felt in a very long time, maybe better than anything period.
It didn’t take long for him to feel that pressure that was rising in his balls, that imminent release that would shoot through him and out of him. She was so easy to manipulate and bring over the edge. Just a swipe of his thumb over her clit at the top of her cleft and she was crying out as she broke the kiss and shoved her face into his neck. Her little fingertips were biting into his arm and shoulder as her body stiffened beneath him in waves of pleasure. Feeling the muscles of her sex clamp down on him in release made him lose his rhythm. He pounded into her and finally came, almost roaring out his release before collapsing on her and immersing himself in the soft touch and delicious scent of her body.
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Hazel had fallen asleep with his arms around her. And she’d woken to an empty bed. The sheets were askew and half the comforter was on the floor. Her panties were waded up at the foot of the bed and her shirt was hanging off the headboard. She pushed her hair back from her face and sat up, straining to hear the sounds of someone else in the darkness of her house. Nothing.
He was gone. Long gone from the look of things. She pulled the sheet and blanket closer and lied back down on her side, curling into a little ball. Stupid, stupid girl. She’d known it would be nothing when he’d popped into her bedroom with his “hello, love”, but she’d let him slip inside her defenses anyway. Even though she’d told herself that it was just sex, it was never just sex for her. She’d fallen asleep thinking that maybe he wanted more since he was sticking around. Since he was being gentle and sweet to her.
Obviously, he had just been waiting for a good time to exit without her accusing eyes watching him walk out the door. She felt pathetic and even lonelier than she’d felt before he’d waltzed back into her life.
The alarm clock by her bed said it was six in the morning. It was still dark and very cold outside. She sighed and forced her eyes closed. She needed sleep if she was going to work tonight. And she finally did sleep after she’s cried herself into exhaustion.