Cruz (Diablo's Throne MMA)

by H. J. Bellus

  “You’re wrong, Layla.” He kisses the ever-loving fuck out of me again, leaving me breathless. “This will happen, and honey, your ass is mine.”

  Demanding. Brooding. Hot as fuck. And has a hard dick for me. I’ve never in my life gone from seeing red to being turned on beyond belief. Cruz reaches for my hand, pulling it from his pocket. The other hand, the one with the cast on, comes out easily since only my fingers dangled in his pocket. Our fingers lace naturally, and we continue to walk back to the gym and toward his apartment.

  “What about doughnuts?” I ask as we cross the street.

  “I bought some earlier.” He looks down at me with a sly grin.

  “Oh, really.”

  “Figured you could eat one off my dick for dessert.”

  I’ve never been known to shut up. Always one to talk back or at least get the final word in, but Cruz Felix has me speechless. Something has shifted between us. It’s serious. He’s in a mood that scares me and I’m certain he’s not going to stop until he’s completely satisfied.

  Chapter 11

  Cruz

  Everything was going all too fucking well. I should’ve known something would blow up between us. Seeing Layla’s jealousy come out made my dick nearly punch through my fucking jeans.

  I feel like shit for keeping the whole truth from her about the phone call, but honestly, it’s something I don’t have the energy to tackle. This other thing I have going on in my life is fresh and new. Started with an explosion and I’m trying to find a way to build relationships, then Layla stormed into my world adding a whole new dimension.

  The door to my apartment slams behind us and I have Layla pinned up against a wall before she has a chance to study the inside. Her dad owns it, so I’m sure she’s seen it before, and at this moment I’m not in the fucking mood to give her a tour. All thoughts of being hospitable fly out the window. I’d rather tour her fucking curvy body the rest of the night.

  Our bodies press together. I can feel her chest rising and falling along with the excitement dancing in her eyes. My hands wander down to her toned thighs. I grip them easily, pulling her ass up to my waist. I growl, realizing that if we were naked, I’d be fucking her up against the wall.

  Before I have the chance to kiss her, Layla cups my face, taking on a serious tone. If she shuts me down now, I’ll fucking rage like no other.

  “Cruz, are you okay?” she whispers.

  I nod. It’s all I have in me right now.

  “What’s going on with us?”

  “I’ve fucking wanted you for a while now.” I bite down on her bottom lip, pulling it toward me until it pops back. “Fucking watching you sleep nearly killed me. I don’t do relationships either, Layla, but I fucking have to have you. I don’t know what it is.”

  I bite down the rest of the words. I really should tell her I have a feeling once this happens I’ll never be able to get enough of her. I’m a changed man and have no fucking clue why. Could be either the upheaval of my entire fucking life or this gorgeous, mouthy woman who stormed into it.

  “Then take me.” She pulls my face back to hers and leads the kiss this time.

  I manage to walk into my bedroom; our clothes fall to the floor while our hands coordinate in a united dance over bare skin. I lay her back on the bed, mesmerized with the spray of wild dark hair spreading across my bedding. Layla is a gorgeous woman. I’m magnetized to her, tied with an invisible, unexplainable bond.

  I pull my lips from hers and run a trail of kisses down her jawline then collarbone and keep going lower. I halt at her tits, paying attention to each of them. I roll my tongue over a pebbled bud, nipping it with my teeth and rolling the other one with my fingers. Layla rolls and bucks underneath me. Her fingernails dig into the top of my shoulders.

  The louder and more excited she gets the more she fuels my desire. I need to take my time with her, but there’s no way in hell I’ll be able to. My fingers brush up the insides of her thighs. I ignore her whimper of protest when she can no longer touch me. I dip between her legs.

  “Damn, baby, you’re soaking wet.” I lazily drag my finger through her folds.

  Layla bucks up, pleading for more. I sink one finger inside her, stealing her breath away. Unable to hold back, I lap my tongue between her folds while working her over with my finger. I add another finger, continuing to lick her until she’s squeezing my fingers and screaming out her release.

  I stand up and pull down my boxers in one fell swoop.

  “Jesus.”

  I look up to Layla who’s propped up on her elbows staring at my dick. I send her a devilish wink before reaching into my nightstand for a condom.

  “Cruz,” she whispers.

  “Eh?” I look up at her while ripping the packet open between my teeth.

  She points at my bobbing cock, which happens to be pointing right at her. “You’re fucking huge.”

  I only shrug. It’s not the first time I’ve heard this. Hell, there was a damn Twitter hashtag and buzz for the longest time that I stuffed.

  “You still want it?” I ask, running my hand through my hair, messing it up.

  Layla doesn’t answer me with words. Her body folds up, and she crawls over to me on her hands and knees until her breathing tickles the head of my rock-hard cock. I watch in amazement as her hand wraps around me. She slowly strokes me from base to tip. A warm feeling seeps up my chest, antagonizing my entire being. It’s an odd feeling and one I’ve never felt before.

  Her plump lips wrap around me, forcing me to throw my head back and growl. The sensation is strong, consuming me. My knees weaken and my head goes dizzy while she takes me in her mouth over and over again. The familiar tingle at the base of my spine is the first sign I’m not going to last long.

  “Layla, enough,” I growl and pull back. The popping sound of her mouth disconnecting from my cock echoes around the room.

  Layla pouts at me. I chuckle.

  “This shit was about to end way too quickly. I need to be balls deep in you, baby.”

  That makes her face light up. My dick painfully throbs, needing a release. If I sink into her now, I’d blow my load like a fucking teenage virgin. I reach back into the nightstand, find a black Sharpie, and hold it up to her.

  She begins to scamper back on the bed, but I’m quicker and grab her by the ankle, dragging her to me. Layla’s laughter fills the small room.

  “Cruz, I was being an idiot.”

  I quirk an eyebrow and bite my bottom lip. “I never break a promise, baby. Consider this your first lesson.”

  I flip her over to her stomach and swat her ass cheek with a stinging force. Her plump ass pinks up real nice with my large palm print, making my dick even harder.

  “Cruz.” This time all the playfulness in her voice has vanished. It’s breathy and full of need.

  I cover her back with my body, running my throbbing cock through her ass cheeks. Layla rocks her hips back on me.

  “You like being spanked?” I whisper into her ear, nibbling on her lobe.

  She nods. “I like you touching me.”

  My cock slips between her legs and is coated in her sweet as sin juices. It’s just one push away from sinking deep into her. My hips slowly grind, taunting her. Layla plays along, begging for more. Her knuckles go white as she grips the bedding. I bite down on the sensitive skin on her neck with one more twist of the hips.

  Sitting back on my knees, I swat her one more time, brightening her already pink ass, then pop the lid of the Sharpie using my teeth. Layla wiggles underneath me. I stretch out the other ass cheek making her skin a taut canvas for my autograph.

  “You asked and baby, you’re getting it.”

  The cool end of the Sharpie hits her ass cheek, and I scrawl out the four letters of my name on her perfect skin. Those four letters have always been my signature. I practiced it since I was old enough to write. Those four letters hold everything in them that I’ve worked my ass off for. It’s larger than I usually sign it. My chest tighte
ns seeing my name marked on her. She’s mine.

  I toss the marker over my shoulder then rub my lips over the welts on her ass, tracing my name with the tip of my nose.

  I mumble into her skin. “Happy now? No more jealous fits? My name is on your ass, Layla. You’re mine now.”

  I feel her clench her pelvis underneath me, trying to grip onto any friction, and I can no longer hold onto any self-discipline. I have to see her face as I sink into her while pounding her relentlessly.

  I flip her over in one quick movement then grip her ankles, jerking her down to me. She holds up the condom in her hand and leans forward enough to roll it over my dick. With that little touch, I’m nearly ready to blow my fucking load again.

  When the condom is on, I morph into a wild beast. I yank her ankles up to my chest and sink into her without warning. Layla’s scream blurs my vision, and I have an out of body experience as I’m finally balls deep in her warmth.

  I pound into her over and over before covering her body, placing her legs up above her head. The position lets me sink so deep into her that I’m forced to think of kittens and old dirty socks so I don’t yet fill her with my cum. Layla rubs up on me, meeting each of my thrusts. Before long, her sweet pussy grips my dick in a vise as she screams out her release.

  “One more, baby. Give me one more.” My knees dig into the mattress as I push harder and faster into her.

  “Cruz. Oh my god. Cruz,” she sings over and over again until I feel that vise clamping down on my dick once again.

  “Layla,” I grit out between my teeth. My cock pulses once then twice before I finally give into the monster. My entire body tenses and freezes over her. Her perfect hips rub up to me, milking out every single ounce of pleasure.

  I let her legs fall down to the mattress, then my body falls down onto hers. I fight to keep most of my weight centered on my elbows. Our foreheads meet, and that’s when I notice the tears silently falling from Layla’s eyes. The pads of my thumbs catch them, drying her face.

  “What’s happening between us?” she whispers.

  I have no answer for her, so I remain silent.

  “I’ve never felt this,” she whispers again.

  I nod in agreement. “Me either, mi amor.”

  It’s not lost on me that I spoke Spanish to her.

  Chapter 12

  Layla

  I wake up cuddled to the hard exterior known as Cruz Felix. We spent most of the night exploring each other’s bodies. With each touch, lick, and kiss I fell harder for the man. I thought I knew what love was until I met this complicated yet simple man.

  These feelings scare the shit out of me. It’s all too soon, but they feel like an unavoidable vortex. One time in life I’d thought I knew love. I thought Ash showed me how to love and loved me back. But all too soon the mask fell, and the snake of the man came out.

  I shiver in Cruz’s arms and force away the nasty thoughts. Then two things from last night come rushing back to me. Cruz spoke Spanish and called me his love. It did far more to my delicate heart than I’m willing to admit.

  “Buenos dias, mi amor.”

  I nestle down in his chest knowing morning breath can be a game changer, no matter the chemistry between two people.

  “You’re talking Spanish,” I whisper into his chest.

  “I am.” His large hand runs through the back of my hair.

  “Why?” I ask without thinking.

  “Feels good, like I’m home.” He kisses the top of my head. “Haven’t had that feeling in a long time.”

  “I need to use the bathroom.” I sneak from his grasp and head for the small bathroom.

  I freshen up and decide finger brushing my teeth would be better than nothing. When I return to the bedroom, the bed is empty. My heart sinks to my stomach. Then the aroma of coffee hits me. Cruz waltzes into the room holding two coffee mugs with his dimples on high beams.

  “Not sure how you take your coffee.” He shrugs, going all shy on me.

  “Just like that,” I point to him, “with a big sexy guy delivering it to me.”

  Cruz shakes his head and blushes a bit.

  “Thank you.” I take the mug from his hand on my tiptoes and kiss him quickly.

  Cruz indulges me, leaning down to help me out. I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to his towering frame. Once our lips meet, it’s me darting my tongue out, running it along the seam of his lips. He opens easily, allowing me to soak in the fresh coffee taste. His phone rings, breaking us apart.

  I sit perched on the side of the bed cupping the hot mug of coffee while he answers it. I don’t feel the crazy-ass emotions rolling like they did last night. He answers with minimal words before hanging up much like last night.

  “Everything okay?” I ask, nibbling on my bottom lip.

  “Yeah.” He nods.

  “Hey, how come you don’t have morning breath?”

  He chuckles lightly before sitting down on the bed next to me. “Keep toothpaste and a brush in my gym bag. I used the kitchen sink while you were doing the girly shit.”

  “Ha. Peeing, running water on my face, and finger brushing is hardly girly shit.”

  “Layla.” His voice is serious.

  I turn to him with a stone-cold expression.

  “I have to tell you something.”

  “Okay.” I swallow down my worry. “Please don’t tell me you have a wife or something.”

  That makes him laugh lightly. Cruz shuffles back toward the headboard until he’s relaxing on it with his legs spread wide. His strong arm reaches out, pulling me to him until my back is against his chest.

  “You’re scaring me,” I whisper.

  “I own you now. You should be scared.” He grazes his lips along my neck.

  “Cruz, please.” I grip the top of his thigh.

  “I don’t know where to start or that I can give up much information.” He rests his face in the crook of my neck. “When my dad died, I had to clean up the gym and eventually put it up for sale. I found some paperwork that changed my life forever.”

  Something happens that devastates me. Cruz’s voice cracks with emotion pouring out. I act quickly, turning in his arms while setting my coffee mug on his nightstand. I sit on my knees between his outspread legs and cup his face.

  “Cruz, it’s okay. I trust you.”

  I have no idea where those last three words came from, but it’s the honest to God truth. I do trust this man who has held my hand through the hardest days and hours of my life.

  “The calls, my mood…I can’t, Layla.” He squeezes his eyes shut.

  “You don’t have to, baby. When you’re ready.” I cup his face, press my lips to his, then pull back. “When you’re ready, I’m here.”

  “I promise it’s not another woman or love or any shit like that, Layla.” He grabs my ass, lifting me in the air while closing his legs. He sets me back down, so I’m straddling him. “You fucking consumed my thoughts while I was gone. I swear to God my dick was becoming raw from too many showers and thoughts of you.”

  I giggle at his brash words. “Romantic, Prince Charming.”

  “I suck at this talking shit.”

  “You do,” I agree. “But you’re really, really good at making me feel special and not alone. You are super duper talented in bed, so I can forgive the verbal diarrhea mess.”

  He shoots me a half smile then runs his palm down my face. “We’re a damn hot mess, the two of us.”

  “Yes, we are, but it feels so good.”

  Cruz moves his coffee mug from the mattress to the nightstand. How in the hell we didn’t knock it over is beyond me. I chalk it up to natural talent and fighter hands. One swift wrestling move has me pinned on my back on the bed.

  “Jesus, take the wheel.” I laugh way too hard.

  “Surprised you.”

  “Yes, you did, champ.”

  “I have about thirty minutes before I have to hit the gym. I have plans, some serious plans with an extreme deadline.” He flexes his
hips into my heated core.

  I swear to baby Jesus I nearly cum from the friction.

  “What plans?” I ask.

  “I need to stretch out my muscles and need some help.” He flexes again, and this time I feel his cock press into me.

  “I can help,” I moan.

  “Yeah?” he asks while peppering kisses down my neck.

  “Just one thing.” I sit up on my elbows, making eye contact with him. “Face in the place, please.”

  He drops his head to my tits, laughing his ass off. “Jesus, do you take anything seriously?”

  “Oh, I’m very damn serious about that. In fact, I’m pretty sure your handsome face needs to be in the place every single day. You know, to keep my twenty-twenty vision intact.”

  He keeps his head buried in my tits while reaching down to palm my ass. It’s my new favorite thing, those large palms easily cupping my ass. It’s glorious. Cruz is the only man I’ve been with who can palm my ass like second nature.

  “Motorboating is good too,” I add with a giggle.

  I reach down to pull up my shirt to give him access to the girls. Thank God I hadn’t made it far enough to put on a bra this morning. I manage to pull my top over my head, letting Cruz go to town motorboating my boobies. I can’t keep a straight face while he acts like a kid in a candy shop devouring my tits.

  “No puedo permitir que mi amor se quede ciega.” He snakes down my body until my legs are spread wide.

  He plays me like a well-tuned musical instrument with light swipes of his fingers through my folds, licks and kisses mixed while filling me with his fingers. I’m wrapped tight in a matter of seconds. It takes Cruz lightly growling against my clit to send me straight over the edge.

  I’m not shy about screaming out his name while bucking my hips up. He reaches over to the nightstand, tearing open another condom with his mouth.

  He sinks into me without warning, causing me to scream with an urgent type of violence. The sensation and feeling of him deep in me is something I’ll never be able to explain. His body covers mine as he works in and out of me while laying kisses all over my face.