Balls (Cruz Boys #1)

by Danielle Slater

  I rested my cheek against his chest and soaked in the reassuring warmth. The unspoken promise that if I opened myself completely, I wouldn’t end up smashed into a thousand jagged pieces.

  We stood there, arm in arm, swaying to the soft rhythm of some classical music emanating from invisible speakers. I was acutely aware of the hardness pressing into my belly.

  Leo turned my head up and touched the softest feather kiss to my lips. His breath swept into my mouth, becoming one with my own.

  The hard pull of gravity between our bodies threatened to throw the earth out of orbit.

  I floated in the trembling expanse.

  And then he crushed his lips into mine. His tongue ventured into my mouth and claimed me. His hands slid down my ribs and hips and anchored on my bottom, pulling me tighter to him.

  My leg moved by reflex. It hiked up over his narrow hips and hooked around his lower back.

  His power overwhelmed me. His passion only equaled by my own.

  He lifted me and I curled my other leg around his waist. He was my lion, trapped for as long as I could hold him. He carried me like I weighed nothing. We moved to a low white and nautical blue couch next to the pool.

  I clung to him, every millimeter of space between us an infinitely insufferable distance.

  He laid me on the couch and brought his weight down. I arched my hips up, grinding into his cock.

  In a husky voice, he whispered, “I’m gonna fuck you until you come all over me, Alex. I’m gonna own that tight little pussy.”

  He anchored one toned arm next to my head and pushed himself up. It was glorious torture to have him so far away. Torture that his lips weren’t on mine. But glorious because I got to see more of him.

  He slipped off my spaghetti straps and pulled the top of my dress down. He unclasped my bra and flicked the cups to the sides. He sucked in sharply.

  Did he like what he saw? Was I too floppy? Laying on my back wasn’t my best angle. Were my nipples oddly shaped?

  He dove at my breasts like an eagle swooping at a fish below.

  His mouth covered my nipple and sucked it in.

  Oh God.

  “Yes,” I croaked.

  His tongue flicked my aching nipple.

  The wetness between my legs gushed into a flood. My pussy begged for attention. It pleaded to have his mouth giving it the same treatment.

  Tongue treatment.

  My body pleaded for everything at once. It was crazy. If he had a hundred mouths and they were all on me everywhere at once, it still wouldn’t have been enough.

  I needed him more than air.

  His tongue trailed down into the valley between my breasts and licked up the other side to an already stiff nipple. His hot mouth closed around it and sucked it in with an intensity that made me shudder.

  My hips bucked up, wanting to hump his cock off.

  He pushed up and my nipple popped out as the suction broke. I almost screamed with ecstasy. He leaned back and yanked off his shirt and tie. He was like Harry Houdini. I’d never seen anyone do it with less effort.

  The lion tattoo on his chiseled chest roared in the moonlight. The wild mane shook. I touched it in wonder. The king of the jungle hungered for my flesh.

  For my pussy.

  Oh God.

  Yes, please.

  The moon cast his ripped body in stark relief. His abs were alternating ridges of light and dark, the broad planes of his chest sculpted slabs of granite. His wide back swept down to narrow hips like a cobra ready to strike.

  He pulled my dress down and I lifted my legs to shimmy free. His eyes dropped to my white lace panties.

  To the center of them.

  He slipped a hand down between my legs and pushed the cloth aside exposing my eager state. His rough finger glided across my engorged lips.

  Chills zipped over my skin in bouncing waves.

  He shoved a finger inside and I shuddered.

  “Fuck, Alex. You’re dripping wet.”

  My insides squeezed tight as his finger probed deeper. My core pleaded to be fucked harder, with his finger, his tongue, with something bigger.

  I grasped two handfuls of couch as my hips rolled on his hand. His palm rubbed my clit, blasting lightning bolts like Zeus from Olympus.

  “Come for me, baby,” he said in a husky voice. “I need your cum on my fingers.”

  I rode his fingers and surrendered my fears, my limitations, my futurized regrets.

  None of them mattered.

  Only the cresting desire did. Only the swooping sense of losing myself to ecstasy.

  “Okay,” I said. “OkayOkayOkayOkayOkayOkay.”

  My belly clenched tight and my insides even tighter. I jerked as I climaxed. I clung to the couch so tightly I nearly ripped away fabric samples. My wavy black hair flopped over my face and I didn’t give a single shit that the bun I’d spent an hour getting just right fell completely to crap.

  My thighs quaked as shimmering tides surged through me.

  “Good girl,” he said.

  He slipped his finger out and my body cried, doing its best to refuse its exit. He laid his finger flat along my wet groove, letting it part my lips.

  With his other hand, he unzipped his pants and pulled them down. His enormous cock sprang out and swung back and forth like a metronome.

  He peeled one of my hands from the couch and brought it to the base of his shaft. He wrapped my fingers around it and I was shocked to discover that my middle finger and thumb couldn’t touch.

  He was big.

  I’d seen his cock a few times now. But having it throbbing in my hand was something else entirely.

  I tugged him and he groaned with pleasure. My pussy dreamed of taking over.

  He hooked a thumb under my panties and tugged them off. He pushed my knees apart, and I was so super-prepared to feel weird, exposed.

  Vulnerable.

  Leo bit his lip and his eyes were heavy with need.

  He pulled me up. My hand around his cock refused to let go. We drew close and he kissed me.

  Kiss wasn’t the right word.

  We connected our souls through our mouths.

  We channeled our need through our tongues and lips.

  My breasts flattened against his chest. My soft curves paired with his hard lines.

  The perfect union.

  He rolled back on the couch and I tumbled over after him, my legs straddling his waist. The base of his thick shaft parted my engorged petals.

  “I want to taste you, Alex. Your sweetness is the only dessert I need.”

  Who was I to deny a man in need?

  He grabbed my hips and lifted me towards his mouth. In midair, he flipped me around and settled my knees on each side of his head. He pushed on my back and I pitched forward.

  I looked down at the head of his stiff cock.

  Three inches from eyes.

  Two inches from my nose.

  One inch from my mouth.

  “Suck it, Alex.”

  His words were my command.

  His desire, my desire.

  I dipped lower and licked the salty bubble of pre-cum welling out of the tip. I pushed his muscular thighs apart and tongued his balls.

  “Oh, yes,” he grunted.

  He gripped my butt and pulled me down to his mouth. His tongue penetrated me.

  I licked his shaft, feeling the thick veins running up the side. I traced under the ridge of his flared head and around to the sensitive band of skin on the underside.

  His moans of appreciation vibrated into my core, like we were a circle of reciprocating ecstasy. My every touch filtered through him and returned to me through his reflected passion.

  He pulled his tongue out and softly nibbled my engorged lips. He circled and teased me.

  A thrill zipped through my tummy. I was so exposed. So spread and vulnerable.

  His mouth covered my mound and he licked and sucked and chewed like a ravenous dog.

  My body shook and threatened t
o come undone. My only anchor was the thick rope in my hands. I held on like a climber teetering off the edge of a cliff.

  My soul quivered towards the abyss. An abyss I was increasingly eager to fling myself into without the slightest care of where it might go.

  Of where we might go.

  Leo licked me with rabid intensity, and I would’ve screamed were it not for his cock thrusting into my mouth.

  I choked on his thickness, gagging on the pressure at the back of my throat. I gripped his shaft and swallowed him again and again.

  I’d never done this. The both-at-once part.

  It was hot.

  He needed me in his mouth and I needed the same from him. We joined as we were meant to.

  The taste of salty brine on my tongue matched the musky scent of our shared sweat. I moved with a certainty that didn’t match the my lack of experience. Something about Leo, and more specifically something about his cock, made me feel like I couldn’t make a wrong move.

  Like my every action was destined from the beginning of time.

  Like all the years between the creation of the universe and this moment were but prearranged dominoes falling in ordered cadence. All leading to Leo’s delicious cock plunging in and out of my mouth.

  I choked on his size when I got too eager and backed off until the desire overwhelmed again.

  “Fuck, Alex,” he groaned.

  “Uh huh, uh huh,” I replied. Sounds were all I could manage.

  He growled into my wetness as his tongue worked from top to bottom.

  I rolled my hips back and forth never letting off the downward pressure on his mouth.

  His cock throbbed and I waited for a hot blast of salty seed to shoot down my throat.

  But I came first.

  Wild and free.

  If he could’ve swallowed me whole, it couldn’t have been any more intense. I shook apart at the seams and forgot to breathe.

  He nibbled my sensitive lips and I couldn’t stop vibrating.

  I came again for him.

  I could come for him for a million years, and it wouldn’t be long enough.

  He lifted me into the air and twirled me around like a performer at Cirque du Soleil. One second his cock was in my mouth and the next he was kissing me.

  Warm night air cooled the sweat on my skin.

  “Do you want me to fuck you, Alex?”

  I bit my lip and nodded. I didn’t want anything more.

  Ever.

  That didn’t mean I wasn’t a little nervous. His cock would’ve given any sane woman pause.

  My thighs quivered in anticipation while my mind chattered with fear.

  Fear of my desire. Fear of my overwhelming need to have him inside me.

  “It’s going to sting at first,” he said. “But you’ll be fine in no time.”

  “Fuck me, Leo.”

  Who talked like that?

  The words had the pitch and timbre of my voice, but it was a phrase that I never thought would come out of my mouth.

  A small voice in my head shouted that I should be embarrassed to want something like that.

  To say something like that.

  Leo’s nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed. He grabbed my hips and pulled me down onto his waiting pole. The wide head parted my petals and pushed into my core.

  He was so big.

  Fuck.

  And he was barely an inch inside.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Leonardo

  I was barely an inch inside.

  Fuck.

  And she was so tight.

  I was ready to blow my top. My balls ached with the building pressure. Her pussy gripped me like a silky glove, coaxing my dick to blast hot seed inside her.

  Whoa. Slow it down.

  I wasn’t a one-and-done kind of guy, and I wasn’t gonna start now. Especially not when the hottest girl in the world was sliding onto my cock.

  I eased her hips down, pushing my length deeper. The soft welcoming pulsing inside her drove me wild. Her sweetness demanded my seed.

  I wasn’t gonna leave her high and dry. But it wasn’t time for that yet.

  We had to enjoy heaven first.

  Her full, heavy breasts smothered my face. The skin so soft against my cheeks. I smelled the delicate scent of her wetness on my lips. God, she tasted good.

  When her thighs touched mine, my balls tensed so hard I knew it was over. But I clawed back from the edge and fought for control.

  “Whoa, Alex. One stroke in and I gotta come so bad it hurts.”

  “Do it, Leo,” she said in a raspy voice.

  “You want me inside you?”

  She nodded as she lifted up for another descent into ecstatic madness.

  “Yes. Please, yes,” she said. “Fuck me with your big, hard cock.”

  Her silky glove stretched to take me in again. It was the softest warmth imaginable.

  “I’m gonna fuck a baby into you,” I said.

  I eased her up and watched as my glistening cock slipped out from between her legs. I lifted her until just the head parted her pretty lips, and then guided her back down.

  Slow and steady.

  That was the only way to win this race. My cock was a rabbit and I had to keep a leash on that motherfucker and walk it like a turtle.

  Up and down.

  In and out.

  Slick heat and growing tension.

  Her wetness cooled my shaft as the warm ocean breeze tickled it with every departure from her warmth.

  Her beautiful amber eyes peeked out between locks of silky black hair. Her eyes hungered for me.

  No more than mine for her.

  The tightness in my balls promised an impending explosion. The building pressure was insane. I could barely hold back.

  Delicious agony in those mindless seconds before release.

  “Gonna come inside you.”

  Her movement became more urgent. She rolled her hips back and forth guiding my size where she needed it most.

  I cupped her soft tits and moved with her motion. My balls hugged tight to my body and I knew I couldn’t last much longer.

  Fuck.

  She was a goddess granting me a miracle.

  She rolled her hips harder and faster, somehow driving me deeper.

  “Okay,” she said. “Okay, I’ll come for you.”

  I moved my hands to her hips and pulled down with all my strength.

  She threw her head back and wailed into the wind. A wild wail of primal pleasure. Her warbling voice like water washing over me.

  “I’m coming, I’m coming, coming,” she said.

  The peak of her climax snapped the last thread holding me back. With a sweep of my arm behind her lower back and a twist that would’ve made a gymnast proud, I lowered her on her back and landed on top between her legs.

  Never losing an inch of deep penetration.

  She locked her legs behind my thighs and pulled me closer. Her eyes fluttered, rolling up into her head.

  My stomach clenched tight as I exploded.

  A jet of hot seed blasted up my shaft. The release so intense I almost passed out. The depths of my balls squeezed and filled her. Every contraction shot another hot load.

  Three.

  Four.

  Five.

  Her tightness milked me dry.

  Sweat beaded on her chest and rolled down the curve of her gorgeous tits. A little puddle of sweat gathered in her belly button.

  My last small spurts seeped into her.

  Whoa!

  I was empty. Completely drained and out of gas.

  I gently lowered myself on top of her making sure to keep most of my weight on one arm. I bit her lower lip and her eyes flickered open in response.

  “Oh. Hi,” she said. “Am I dreaming?”

  “If this is dreaming, I don’t ever want to wake up.”

  “I didn’t know it could be like that,” she said.

  “I didn’t either.”

  It was true. It had
never been like this. This was deeper by a cosmic mile. Alex was everything I’d ever wanted in a woman. She was it for me.

  She lifted her head and ran her tongue over my lips.

  “I want more,” she whispered.

  We were so made for each other.

  “Me too.”

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Alexis

  We had three hot nights together when Leo said he wanted to take me on a special surprise date the following evening. I couldn’t imagine a better way to spend our time than in each other’s arms, but he insisted so I finally agreed.

  I swiped on a thin layer of lip gloss and smacked my lips to even out the coverage. It wasn’t the over-the-top sparkly lips kind (though I liked that too). It gave a hint of moisture. A subtle signal of sexual vitality for the opposite sex.

  That’s what scientists said anyway.

  My signals were all for Leo.

  I looked in the bathroom mirror and judged myself ready for our big date. I had a silk halter top and jeans on. Leo said we were going more casual this evening.

  I’m sure there was a hint in there but I couldn’t see where it might lead.

  I turned to Megan in the living room.

  “How do I look?”

  It was always good to get confirmation.

  She squinted her eyes and combed over me with an appraising look.

  “I’d fuck you,” she said. “I’ll do it right now. Get over here.”

  She held my imaginary hips above hers and pumped up off the couch.

  “Megs, you seriously need a man.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Tell me about it. My koochie feels as dry as old parchment paper. If I don’t get some soon, it’ll disintegrate into dust.”

  I grimaced.

  “Your descriptions are way too visual,” I said. “Thanks for that.”

  “Just doing my job. Someone’s got to be the lonely spinster holding down the fort.”

  “The fort will hold up fine without your able arms. Sign up for a few dating sites already!”

  “Yeah, I probably should. But it feels so pathetic. Am I right?”

  “No. Not at all. Everyone’s doing it these days. It’s our generation’s malt shop.”

  Her brows batted up and down. “I could go for sucking on a straw or two,” she said.

  “You need to get laid.”