My eyes warily gave him a once over. His muscles were intimidating next to the set of his jaw. He was being patient, ever so patient. I’d never had a one night stand, but from what Stella had told me, they were never patient. It was understood that this was a ‘wham, bam, thank you ma’am,’ sort of thing.
My sopping inner channel and heavy breasts were begging for me to continue with him, but my mind wouldn’t shut the hell up. My self-consciousness was starting to take over, eager to wreck the little bit of courage I had been trying to cling to.
When I didn’t respond, he growled, tossing me onto the bed. I yelped as my head hit a cloud of pillows. He covered me, capturing my lips with ease as his hands molded to my breasts. He ground his erection against my center, encouraging me. I reached between us, sliding my hands along his firm physique as I lifted up his shirt. He broke away from me to yank it over his head and toss it onto the floor.
He turned back towards me, pursing his lips as his eyes drank me in; he chuckled lightly as he gently picked up my wristlet and set it on the nightstand. The way he regarded me; the way it seemed like he was deciding which part of me to strip first had fear and excitement battling within me. I watched the dark planes of his corded muscles as he considered every inch of me. I saw the sparkle in his eyes the moment he’d decided.
His hands lifted the hem of my shirt. The moment it had passed the waistband of my shorts, he pressed his lips to my amplified stomach. I gasped when his tongue darted out, drawing a line up to my bra. I was surprised when my body lifted of its own accord to allow for easy removal. He slid my necklace off and then made quick work of removing my bra. Reactively, my hands covered my breasts, my eyes widened as anxiety coiled in my stomach. Deep breaths didn’t calm me when he covered my hands with his and forced mine away.
I looked at the ceiling, white like the walls with merely a woven, sea grass fan mounted in the center. I felt his eyes concentrating on me, but I refused to meet his gaze. A hot, wet mouth connecting with a pebbled peak elicited a moan from me as heat pooled in my center. That one move lured my face towards him.
God, what was wrong with me? Clearly this man didn’t have a problem with my body, otherwise I wouldn’t be here, so why did I? Why couldn’t I let go? It was one night. After tonight I’d never see him again. So what if he saw the double wave of my arms as I rode him. So what if he saw my belly bouncing as much as my breasts while I sought the same pleasure he was anticipating. In fact, I was really ruining the mood. He’d been nice, almost too nice. I needed to just suck it up and dive head first into the pool. Worst case scenario, I’d have explored a hot man that I’d never see again. Best case scenario, I’d experience an orgasm so intense I’d forget about the extra pounds marring my body and the nagging regret of having to leave him in the morning. Which I would. I made a mental note to slip out before he woke up. I didn’t want to experience the awkward morning after a one-night-stand, especially since we were in his house.
He must have felt the shift inside me, because a single brow rose in question as he lifted his head. I bit my lip as I smiled. “Fuck it,” I said, pulling him to me.
His growl rolled over me, warming my body despite the air conditioning wafting over us. I was surprised to not be turned off by the fact that we were both already covered in sweat from being outside; my hair was stuck to the back of my neck.
My fingers wove through his strands, tugging lightly at the roots. It set him off. He pulled back, unbuttoning my shorts; he barely avoided ripping them as he wrenched them away from my hips. They landed on the floor with a plop, mimicking the previous articles of clothing that had been tossed aside. He yanked off my sandals and flung one off each side of the bed. I sighed despairingly; it was going to be hell finding those in the morning.
CRUZ
My cock pulsed at the sight of her red, lace panties. A small triangle of curls peeked through the sheer fabric. I’d never wanted a woman so bad. It started when she lured me over to her at the restaurant; I couldn’t take my eyes off her despite her being clueless of my presence. When she hesitated outside the car, I panicked and the caveman inside me took over. Then, when I saw the saucy, sexy side of her immerge on the dance floor, I had to fight my compulsion to take her right then and there.
She was strong, yet scared. I could see the fear, the leeriness in her every move, yet she still pressed onward, facing it. I wanted to protect her, yet ravage her. No woman had ever affected me this way. No woman had ever captured me the way she did. Even now, she was afraid, yet she persevered. I noticed that she clammed up before looking directly at me and embracing the moment.
I whimpered, sending up a silent prayer as her hot, wet mouth connected with my nipples. Most women ignored them, but she playfully nipped them before soothing them with the heat of her tongue and soft touch of her lips; the need to take her increased by the second. I felt myself pressing into the warmth of her center. Her thick thighs guarded her jewel; it was as if her body was challenging me.
Her small hands pressed against my chest, urging me to switch positions with her. She was vulnerable where she was. Her position gave me the power to do whatever I wanted to her. I never allowed a woman to be on top the first time. I liked to test the limits of a woman, see how far she was willing to go. I couldn’t do that from the bottom.
When I didn’t move, she pressed her lips together and narrowed her eyes at me. Her hands weaved through my hair. Giving my strands a tug, she ordered me to switch with her. I wanted to laugh. She was feisty; sexy as hell. She was going to be fun.
Chapter 4
Cruz rolled under me. His hands roamed my body as his lips pressed to mine. I held myself off of him, not wanting to crush him.
I broke away, kissing his jaw, his neck, his shoulder and down to his chest. I slid down him as gracefully as I could. I sat back on my knees between his legs as I ran my hand over the bulge in his shorts. His cock was straining against the fabric. I applied a bit of pressure as I ran my palm along his length, eliciting a hiss from him.
I looked into his dark eyes; they were focused entirely on me, watching my every move. I dipped my fingers beneath the waist band of his shorts and boxers and slid them off at the same time. His cargos were heavier than they appeared to be, so in lieu of tossing them aside, I dropped them off the side of the bed; their clank reverberated off the tile floor. Then I turned to focus on his erection that was standing proud, waiting for me.
I gripped his member, leaned in and licked the glistening pearl of moisture off his slit. His muscles clenched beneath me. He was fighting for control already. As I sat back, I moved my hand up and down him gently, teasing him. He knew what I was doing; his full lips somehow formed a thin line as he watched me, but he didn’t say anything or try to stop me.
I gave him a small smile before I settled on my stomach at his center. I snaked my tongue out over his sac; a murmur of Spanish echoed above me. I chuckled lightly as I glided my tongue back and forth horizontally along his base below my grip. Breaking away, I sucked the tip of his head into my mouth hard until it nearly turned purple. I ensured my lips didn’t go past his mushroom as I swirled my tongue in a lazy circle.
Seeing his hands form tight fists at his side, I knew I needed something that would shock the hell out of him. I flicked my tongue along the top of his cock; his groan encouraging me to continue. I kissed his tip as I pulled back, my hands sliding along his muscled thighs. I locked eyes with him, watching, waiting. I was waiting for the moment when he relaxed, when he let his guard down. His dick twitched, and slowly, his body loosened. The second he put his hands behind his head, I sucked his entire length into my mouth and down the back of my throat in one stride.
CRUZ
“Jesus Cristo!” The Lord’s name was a mangled cry on my lips as my hips bucked beneath her assault.
Damn, this woman was cunning, unpredictable, and fucking amazing. Now I knew why she was watching me so intently. She was waiting for me to let go of the tension tightening my m
uscles, waiting until I was unassuming. She was a devil in disguise. Never had a woman ever put me so on edge.
Her mouth moved up and down my length with gusto, sucking hard. I didn’t even recognize the sound of my own voice as she evoked so many unconventional exclamations from me. I was quiet in bed. I enjoyed listening to the woman’s pleasure. Yet, here she was drawing the cries out from within me. My hips thrust of their own accord as she worked my cock between those rosy red lips of hers. I couldn’t wait to kiss them again, making them swell even more as I drove into her.
My muscles tensed, my balls lifted and tightened as she drew me closer and closer to the precipice. I struggled to keep my hands to myself, to not thread my fingers through her hair and hold strong at her roots, forcing her to stop moving as I took control of the pace, as I stuffed her pretty mouth with my cock at the speed I wanted.
“Mierda!” The second she fisted the base as her mouth fucked me, I nearly lost it.
I couldn’t take anymore. I gripped her upper arms and threw her against the pillows at the top of the bed. She thought she was the only one who could torture. By the time I was done with her, she would have come multiple times and be begging for more.
SUMMER
His strength never ceased to amaze me. The way he threw me about as if I was light as a feather made me giddy inside. No other man had the muscle power to do that.
“You’re going to pay for that. Don’t think I didn’t know what you were doing.”
“But-“
“Silencio!”
I promptly shut my mouth. I scrunched my forehead, sucking my lower lip between my teeth. My stomach was churning, my nipples begging to be loved as my center heated. My body was trying to anticipate what was coming. It was pleading for his touch, yet afraid of how it would come.
Strong hands grabbed my breasts, lifting their weight, angling the tip towards his mouth. He bit my peak before soothing it with his tongue. He repeated the move on the other side. I was biting my lip harder, shocked by the sting. As he drew as much of my breast as possible into his mouth, I slipped and pierced my pouty lip. His tongue slithered in relaxed circles; he avoided the spot I wanted him to ravish, amplifying my angst.
My breasts grew heavier as I pushed into his mouth, whimpering with need. My pussy flooded with desire beneath his skilled tease. I groaned when he pulled away, never touching the tight bud. The chill of the air conditioning only heightened my ache. He did the exact same thing to my other breast, sensitizing me only to leave me hanging. The frustration was mounting, even as my excitement grew. I began to move my hands to my breasts.
“Stop! Don’t move unless I give you permission, do you understand?” His voice was strong, authoritative; alpha male. He’d given me orders and damn if I didn’t find myself obeying him.
He skimmed down my robust frame, forcing my legs further apart with his elbows. I didn’t argue when he spread my lips, baring all of me to him. I gasped when his tongue pierced my hole, tasting me in the most carnal way. He slid around, savoring every centimeter hidden beneath my inner folds, except my straining nub. Pulling back, he blew lightly, sending my sex into a flutter.
A strangled whimper escaped me. My muscles were reacting; my womb tightened. I was panting. I’d never felt so on edge, so desperate before. He kissed along my inner thighs.
“Please.” I couldn’t believe I was begging. I’d never begged for anything in my life. It was a testament to what he’d done to me. Never had a man worked me so well without a direct assault.
“Please, what?” His head lifted, a single brow arched in my direction as he continued to kiss along my thighs before moving to the top of my mound.
“Please let me come.” I found myself arching my back, my body squirming, pleading for release. His hands traveled up my body. A single finger traced the outer edges of my areola. “Please.”
I saw the satisfied smile on his face, but I didn’t care. I was too far gone. I would have gotten myself off in front of him without shame at this point; that is, if he said I could move.
I screamed the second his thumbs brushed my nipples and his mouth covered my clit simultaneously. I was immediately thrown into ecstasy, my body convulsing with pleasure. My pussy contracted, my womb fluttered, as pleasure shot through my entire body. My muscles clenched and unclenched, my legs shaking at the sheer magnitude of my release. He directly attacked my nerves throughout the entire orgasm, sending me into another small one. I was left fisting the sheets as my mouth hung open and air fought its way in and out of my lungs.
CRUZ
Damn she was beautiful when she came. She’d thrust her breasts out as her head slung back; her mouth formed a perfect ‘O’ as her pussy pulsed beneath me. I couldn’t wait to make her do it again. I couldn’t hold out any longer though.
I was over her and slammed home, my mouth landing on hers in time to catch her cry.
“Ay dios miyo! Ay, mi amor, you’re so tight.” I groaned. Her walls constricted around my cock, sliding over me like a tight glove. I could tell she hadn’t had sex in a long time. “How long has it been?”
Her cheeks colored. She averted her eyes as she replied. “A couple years.”
Damn. I couldn’t pound into her if it’d been that long. I didn’t want to hurt her, though I probably already had given my entrance. I slid back, watching her carefully for any signs of pain. The second she winced, I stopped. She needed to relax. Her entire body had clammed up despite just getting off.
I captured her lips, pressing softly, sensually. My hands skimmed along her sides, the lush shape of her curves. Her skin was smooth, like pressing against a cool pillow on a hot night. I plucked her nipples with my fingers, catching her gasp with my mouth, taking the opportunity to taste her. I ran my tongue along hers; I couldn’t get enough of her sweetness.
The moment her hips pushed up into mine, I knew she was ready. I inched out before shoving back in to the hilt again. Her perfectly manicured nails scraped along my back each time I hit her cervix. The way she wiggled beneath me, the way she whimpered into my mouth and the way she melted from my touch tested my self-control. I couldn’t get enough of her.
My cock slipped in and out of her warm, tight channel. My muscles twisted as my movements became frantic. I couldn’t hold back any more. I sped up, increasing in both speed and strength. Skin rubbed skin creating a luscious layer of friction that had me grunting with every jolt of pleasure. It was all happening so fast; I was caught up in the frenzy of her, of Summer. Before I knew it, I was almost there, the telltale tightening in my groin.
I pulled away from her lips; enchanted to see them so red and swollen from sucking my cock and kissing my lips. I didn’t want any other man to ever see her like this, experience her like this. What the hell? I was never possessive. It was always the understanding that even if I had sex with someone I wasn’t with them. I wouldn’t care who else they fucked, and likewise, they wouldn’t care if I brought someone else home. But it was different now. I wanted to be Summer’s only. The thought of her with another man pissed me off. I made it my goal to give her the best orgasm of her life. Hopefully making it impossible for anyone else to measure up to me if she did decide to stray.
I gathered her nipple in my mouth, flicking the tip with my tongue. She moaned; her fingers lacing through my hair, holding me to her. I slid a hand between us, brushing my thumb against her clit. Her half-whimper, half-moan nearly undid me. Her mouth was slightly ajar as she pushed into me, met my movements halfway. I felt her inner walls squeeze my cock and knew she was close. The second I switched breasts, she flew. She cried out as I milked her, demanding every flutter of pleasure her body would give. As soon as she started to come down, I pounded into my own release, announced by a mangled cry.
Chapter 5
My body was alive, every nerve ending on fire. I struggled to catch my breath as we both floated back down to earth from our passionate tangle. Cruz rested his forehead on his heavily muscled bicep. His arms strained to k
eep him floating above me, their quivering visible. Moments later, he collapsed on the bed beside me. His arms curled around my waist and pulled me into him immediately. He pressed several kisses along my shoulder, his lips searing beyond the layer of perspiration coating my skin. It was a sweet sentiment that sent my heart aflutter.
This man was shaking me up, turning me inside out. I never knew pleasure of this magnitude existed. He waltzed into my life, and in one night, he released every ounce of stress I’d endured over the last four years. My hormones soared into disarray and my heart swooned in delight. He was dangerous. I’d never felt so sexy, so ostentatious, yet so weak. I was an utter submissive when it came to him, and that scared me. I definitely had to get away before he woke up.
“Sleep now. Think later, mi amor,” he ordered.
He stood and turned off the light. I heard him rummaging through a closet. Seconds later I was being covered with a thin sheet that caressed my skin rather than sticking to it. Cruz climbed into bed, aligning our bodies beneath the cover.
I didn’t know what it was about him. He unnerved me, pushed every boundary I’d created for myself, yet I was still able to relax into him. Somehow, I knew he would never hurt me. I actually felt safe with him. Unadulterated bliss or not, I couldn’t stay.
***
A soft snore echoed throughout the space. I was sure the hum of the air conditioner was a soothing lullaby to most locals who had it. It helped lull me off to sleep last night, though Cruz caressing the side of my body relaxed me even more.
He had one leg hitched over my left thigh and his left arm was draped across my stomach. There was no clock in the room, so I couldn’t tell how long I’d been nestled next to the comfort of his male warmth. A soft light glowed beyond the bedroom door, but it wasn’t strong enough to offer me any guidance.
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