Balls (Cruz Boys #1)

by Danielle Slater

  Leo stared between my legs.

  I could let him peek for a second.

  I plunged a finger inside and brought it out, all wet and glistening with my juices.

  His stiff cock bobbed in the air.

  I had his attention.

  But I wanted more than his attention.

  I wanted to give him something special, something to pull him up from the depths. I wanted to give him a part of me that I’d never given to anyone.

  I wiggled out of my panties and let them drop to my ankles. There was more of me to wiggle lately.

  Leo’s expression couldn’t have been a bigger turn-on. The heat in his heavy gaze was evidence enough of his attraction. Besides, his giant rock-hard cock was a pretty strong signal, too.

  I slipped a finger between my engorged petals and gathered the wetness there. I slid it out and adventured deeper between my thighs.

  I never figured myself for a girl who would finger her own back there. But desperate times called for desperate fingers. And the way Leo’s eyes followed my every move made me feel like the sexiest woman alive.

  I pressed my fingertip against the tight muscle and shivered as the oddest sensation sparked in my belly. I breathed deep and slow trying to relax down there.

  The muscle eased open and my finger pushed inside. I pushed deeper in, all the way to the top knuckle.

  Leo’s cock jerked in midair. It looked like it was about to explode off his balls. Like it was a two-stage rocket ready to leave the balls behind.

  “You want to fuck this?” I asked.

  He nodded yes.

  I slowly slid my finger in and out of my bottom.

  “Tell me what you want to do,” I said.

  He swallowed hard and the first few words croaked out, so husky and deep I could barely understand them.

  “I want to get inside that ass,” he said. “I want to bury my cock so deep you feel it in your throat.”

  He reached down and started to stroke it.

  I yanked my finger out and squirmed as a wiggly feeling in my belly made me wetter.

  I gathered more wetness and guided it backward. I plunged a finger in more easily this time, now that I knew what to expect.

  “What else do you want to do?”

  His strong hand throttled his shaft.

  “I want to come inside you, baby. I want to fill you with my hot seed.”

  My body trembled, partly from the sensation of my probing finger and partly from his words.

  From the power and longing behind those words.

  I slowly worked another finger in beside the first. I cupped my heavy breasts with my other hand and pinched my aching nipples.

  Whoa. I was getting myself off.

  I massaged my backside gradually opening it wider, preparing for something it had never known.

  I pulled both fingers out and swept more juices back over the more relaxed muscle. I approached Leo and turned around facing away.

  His hands immediately grabbed my hips.

  “I need that ass, Alex,” he said in a gruff voice.

  Was I ready for this?

  Exploring my sexuality with Leo felt so natural, like the sun and the moon moving forever together.

  He backed me up and centered himself below me. He pulled me down until I felt the broad head come up against my bottom.

  Whoa.

  Seriously, whoa.

  I wanted to run and hide. Call the whole thing off like it was a joke.

  Frozen tingles made the hairs on my arm stand on end.

  He slowly lowered my hips, waiting for my resistance to relax. I gently rotated my hips back and forth and around like a belly dancer giving the most private lesson.

  I relaxed and eased down.

  Leo groaned. “Oh fuck, Alex. Your ass is so good.”

  I might’ve responded but all the air had fled out of my lungs. It was like my body realized there was only so much space inside and it had to make room.

  With a patience born from fear, I slowly worked up and down his cock, bit by bit dropping lower until I felt like I was about to explode with fullness. The overwhelming sense of fullness made it hard to feel anything else.

  He filled me completely.

  I grabbed his shaft, realizing with a shock that he was barely halfway in.

  It was unpleasant at first. But soon it felt good in an strange way. Feeling his hot breath blowing on my back, knowing he felt such ecstasy drove me crazy.

  My pussy dripped wetness and I spread it down his shaft and around the tight ring of our connection.

  He reached around my waist and put his finger right on my engorged button. He slowly massaged it back and forth as I throttled him in and out. He sandwiched my clit between two fingers and massaged it up and down.

  “Come for me, baby,” he said. “Squeeze that ass so tight and come on my balls.”

  His fingers on my clit drove me harder and faster. I slid up and down his pole while he teased my sensitive nub.

  My thighs quaked. My pussy squeezed tight, begging to get its share of attention. It could beg all it wanted, but there was no way there was room for more.

  An earthquake rolled through me, pushing me towards the beautiful beyond. It was all I could do to hold on.

  “Fuck me, Leo. Come inside my little ass.”

  My bottom was technically not all that little anymore, but the part he was penetrating sure was.

  “Okay, baby,” he said. “Okay. I’m gonna come.”

  He wasn’t the only one.

  He vibrated my tingling nub as he hammered into me.

  “Me too,” I said. “Me too.”

  He slammed me down all the way to the base of his shaft and my body ignited. My torso contracted around his shaft and a flood of ecstasy rushed through me. I couldn’t feel my limbs because they didn’t matter.

  All that mattered was the coming and the quaking in my core.

  His shaft throbbed and hot jets exploded inside me. I held his balls and felt them pull tight as he blasted his seed again and again.

  We came so hard together I thought we’d have security busting down the door from all the yelling.

  At last my shaking limbs felt strong enough to be useful and I gently raised myself off his spent rod. I flopped down on the cushy couch next to him.

  Leo’s hand traced my leg and cupped over my belly. He rubbed the bump and our baby inside.

  “Thank you, baby,” he said. “Thank you for saving me.”

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  Leonardo

  You’d think claiming Alex’s butt would’ve been enough to snap me out of it. That greedy thing sucked me so dry I had to drink ten gallons of water to feel normal again.

  She blew my mind.

  I woke up.

  Things were better.

  But a week passed and I started feeling the downward pull again.

  Tottering around on crutches with nothing much to do wasn’t a game plan that was ever going to make me happy. Not with the days zipping by and me not out on the field with my team.

  Reconstructive surgery went well and the ligaments were solid enough for me to move around, but that was about it. Any attempt at physical exercise would’ve torn apart the healing tissue.

  And to top it all off, I was officially missing my second game for the Spanish national team today.

  I stared at the leg brace enveloping my right leg and wondered why I hadn’t gotten a call from Hollywood yet. I’d be the perfect Terminator. More metal than muscle.

  “Want a beer?” Alex asked as she walked into the living room.

  “Yeah, sure.”

  I zoned out, watching the brand new eighty-inch flat screen. The other one needed replaced anyway, especially after I separated it into a hundred pieces.

  The Spanish national team, my team, played through the closing minutes of the game. The score was tied zero to zero. That upstart Martinez played my position up front.

  As much as I didn’t want to admit it, he
didn’t look like a total sack of shit.

  He was no Lion of Spain.

  But he wasn’t the Rodent of Estonia, either.

  I’d muted the TV after the first few minutes because the commentators were bugging the piss out of me.

  It was all, “Martinez is looking good. Martinez this and Martinez that.”

  With the exception of a passing comment wondering if I’d ever play again, my name hadn’t come up again.

  Total bullshit.

  But I didn’t want to have to buy a new TV so I muted it.

  The game clock ticked down into the final minutes of the match.

  There was no chance the score would’ve been nothing to nothing if I’d been playing.

  A long, looping ball came out of our backline and Martinez raced forward to intercept it. He grabbed it off his chest and settled in on his foot with an assured ease that made my stomach turn. He did a quick one-two with our right wing and broke through with thirty yards of open field and only the goalkeeper left to stop him.

  I’d never been so conflicted in my life. Of course, I wanted my team to win. Winning was everything.

  At the same time, I wanted nothing more than for Martinez to shank it over the net and blow a golden opportunity.

  I would’ve taken the ball all the way to the keeper and then made him look like a fool as I dribbled it around him and tapped it into the net.

  That was my style.

  That was my skill.

  At the top of the box, Martinez reared back and crushed a bending ball towards the upper right corner.

  No way. That was gonna sail way wide.

  The goalkeeper dove to his left as the ball ripped inside and blew out the back of the net.

  The fans went crazy.

  For Rafael Martinez.

  I flicked the volume back on hoping I’d somehow misunderstood what happened.

  “GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL.”

  The announcer rolled out the “oh” until his breath ran out. It sure sounded like he made it last longer than when I scored.

  “The young phenom Rafael Martinez nets his first goal for the national team!”

  All my teammates rushed him and lifted him up on their shoulders and carried him back to the half line.

  Was I so easy to forget?

  Were their shoulders so ready to accept a new king?

  Alex held a bottle of beer out for me.

  The other announcer continued on, “The future of the Spanish national team has arrived, ladies and gentlemen.”

  The first guy added, “Spanish fans can take heart. Their dreams of capturing the Cup are still within reach!”

  I scanned the field looking for my best friend Rodrigo.

  Surely his weren’t one of the pairs of shoulders leaving me in the dust.

  Rodrigo waited at the half for the rest of the squad to return with the champion. He gave Martinez a fist bump and jogged back to his position.

  At least he still had my back.

  Alex sat the beer on the table in front of me. She turned toward the TV.

  “Awesome,” she said. “Looks like he might hold the team together until you get back.”

  Dark fury boiled in my gut. I was The Lion of Spain and the world seemed eager to cut my balls off and shove them down my throat.

  “That kid’s a hack!” I spat the words out like they burned my tongue.

  The thing that infuriated me most was that she wasn’t wrong. None of them were. Martinez was talented. Maybe he’d be as good as me someday.

  And maybe the world was ready to push me aside to help him get there.

  I punched the couch cushion as hard as I could, over and over, dreaming it was the smiling face of Martinez on the screen. I grabbed the cushion and hurled it at the TV. It bounced off harmlessly.

  I wasn’t going to destroy it until I heard all they had to say.

  “We should keep more soft things around you,” Alex said.

  “Don’t you see?” I asked her. “He’s trying to steal my position. Put me out to pasture like an old mule.”

  The air caught in my chest and my heart pounded in my ears.

  I needed some air. I needed to get the fuck out of here.

  I lumbered up and grabbed my crutches and wished to God I could hurl them at the TV screen.

  “Where are you going?” she asked.

  “Straight into early retirement, apparently.”

  “Would you please sit back down? You shouldn’t be moving around when you’re so worked up. If you take a fall, your knee could get seriously messed up again.”

  I almost bared my teeth at her in fury. She thought I was so weak that a little fall could break me?

  I was fucking pathetic!

  I couldn’t stomach her standing there, coddling me like a deformed animal.

  “I gotta get out of here,” I said.

  “What?”

  “You heard me. What? Are you my nanny? Are you gonna tell me what I can and cannot do?”

  The words burned like acid in my mouth. It spilled out like a dam breaking loose. I didn’t want to say them even as I did.

  She stepped into my path to the front door and blocked my exit.

  “Please stay. I’m trying to help you.”

  Because I needed help? Because I was so weak and pitiful that going for a walk made her worry.

  “Get. Out. Of. My. Way.”

  Her eyes opened wide and it tore my soul in half to see the sadness in them.

  Fine. Just one more thing to pile up on the pile of shit that was me.

  She looked at the floor and stepped aside.

  I stormed out as well as my pathetic, broken body allowed.

  I needed a drink.

  A drink with somebody who understood me.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Alexis

  I blew a ragged hole through the soggy tissue and ended up with a handful of snot. I’d been crying for hours. All last night and most of the day today.

  And he still hadn’t called.

  How could he do that?

  I’d be in an empty daze for a while and then the smallest thing would set me off. This latest bout of hysteria was triggered by a National Geographic episode about the lions of Mozambique.

  First the lion made me sad because of the obvious connection to Leo. Then the showed how hard the people had it in the region of the world.

  That was it.

  It was all too hopeless.

  So I started bawling again.

  Tears would not stop spilling out of my eyes. My breath came in ragged gulps with each one feeling like it wasn’t enough and never would be.

  Megan scooped the goo out of my hand with a fresh tissue and tossed it into the trash can with a plunk. She squeezed my shoulder offering as much comfort as she could at a time when I could find none.

  “Maybe he needs to blow off steam,” she said.

  That made me cry even harder.

  “When Leo blows off steam, it’s a network news exclusive.” The words tumbled out in a staccato stream of missed beats and awkward emphasis.

  She didn’t have a response for that so she hugged me. Touch could sometimes do what words couldn’t.

  Unfortunately, neither worked this time.

  I glanced around the room through blurred tears and the place felt foreign. I hadn’t spent the night in my own apartment in months. I knew all my time with Leo was straining my relationship with Megan, but she was a good enough friend to let is slide while for a while.

  When I showed up at our apartment in total meltdown mode, she had scooped me inside and set me on the sofa with a hot cup of chamomile tea.

  “Try not to worry,” she said. “He’s going through what could be a career-ending injury. His head must be all screwed up.”

  I knew she was trying to make me feel better, but I cried harder.

  Leo wandering out there in the world with his mind messed up scared me more than I wanted to admit.

  I totally trusted him.<
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  Didn’t I?

  My phone vibrated and Megan grabbed it.

  “It’s your old boss, Mr. Garcia,” she said. “Should I send it to voicemail?”

  I didn’t want to talk to anyone except Megan, and Leo if I could reach him. I was about to say yes when I realized Garcia might know where Leo was.

  Oh no! He may have already gotten into trouble!

  I snatched the phone and thumbed it on.

  “Hello?”

  “Ms. Young, is that you?”

  “You called my number, didn’t you?”

  “Yes, I did. I wanted to talk to you about your occupational future.”

  “What?”

  If he was calling to tell me where Leo was, then fine, I’d listen. Otherwise, I was a nanosecond from hanging up.

  “I want to say that I’m sorry. I reacted poorly.”

  Now he was sorry? Now?

  I wanted to hurl the phone out the window.

  “Apology accepted. Goodbye.”

  “Wait!” he shouted.

  “Why?”

  “I also wanted to say I made a mistake in firing you.”

  “Great,” I said. “I’m glad you got that off your chest. Now you can tick the box in your self-improvement program.”

  “I deserve that,” he said. “But you haven’t let me tell you the reason I called.”

  “Get to it then,” I said. “I’m not in a talkie-talkie mood today.”

  “I want to offer you your old job back,” he said. “Better than that, I want to offer you a promotion. You’d get a raise, full retirement benefits, and a company car.”

  My brain reeled so hard it almost spun around in my skull.

  “Is this a prank call?”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Are you fucking with me?”

  “I assure you, Ms. Young, I am not, as you say, fucking with you.”

  “Why?”

  “The Royal Spanish Football Federation has recently begun a new push to broaden the diversity within our ranks. A woman with the drive and vision to excel such as yourself would be a valuable addition.”

  “Can you hold on a second?”

  I hit the mute button.

  Megan gave me a questioning look

  “What’s all that about?” she asked.