What They Don't Know (Won't Hurt Them Trilogy #1)

by O. Y. Flemming

  “Mmmm, see, honey. Your pussy is obeying me already.” He pushes one finger into me and curves his finger. He’s found that spot that will make me wetter than a fire hydrant. He’s circling my clit with his thumb.

  I can’t help but make a sound that I had been holding in. “Mmm, Cruz.” He plunges his tongue into my mouth again. He bites down on my bottom lip and sucks it into his mouth. His breathing is so hard, it’s as if he’s climaxing. He grabs me around my waist and hoists me up against the wall.

  “Hold on, honey,” he says.

  I’ll be damned; my back is against the wall with Cruz’s face at my sex. My legs are hanging over his shoulders and I’m in the air. With one of his palms at my side, he’s pulling me closer to him as he speaks into me. “Give me it, honey.” He assaults my clit. I can hardly breathe and three points of contact are not on my mind.

  He’s building me up only to break me down. His tongue is flicking at my clit full speed and forcefully. He nips me with his teeth and catches my clit between his lips. The force in my stomach moves lower; my nipples are painfully brushing against my T-shirt. I grab it and pull it over my head, and it falls to the floor. Cruz is breathing so hard his breath is causing my pussy to experience different sensations.

  “Hold on to my head, honey.”

  There it is! His premeditated actions. I grab him with my palm at the back of his head and the other on the side of his shoulder to make sure I don’t fall.

  “Oh, my God, Cruz.” He’s sucking my clit when I feel his tongue shift, and he lifts me a little so I’m riding his face. This man is strong. I brace myself. One hand has moved to the wall and the other is holding the side of his face.

  He’s hoisting me, well more like bouncing me up and down… On his face, while tongue fucking me. Once again, I can’t even comprehend what’s happening. I gasp for air and the build that was moving south is now going to— “Ahhh, Cruz!” I scream. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

  “Give it to me,” he growls. “Give me it.”

  I can’t hold it any longer; my body explodes. I feel a million light years away. I slap the wall because I can’t control the convulsing my body is going through.

  “Cruz! Cruz!” I pant. He doesn’t respond; he has hold of my ass with his lips still on me. I can’t even…

  That familiar jerking has started under me. I’m lowered to my feet and instantly body-to-body with Cruz. He has his head down resting against the wall. I try to move him aside so that I can see his face. I need to look into his eyes. I need to see what he’s feeling right now. He’s breathing very hard. As if he can’t control it or like he’s trying to control it. Maybe I’m heavier than I thought, and he’s just out of breath.

  “Cruz?” He doesn’t answer, but he’s moved his head beside me. His forehead is still resting against the wall. I rub his back but he pulls away.

  “Cruz?’

  ‘I need to shower,” he says, walking away from me.

  I’m confused as hell. I’m the one who just came all over myself and on him… Well, maybe he does need a shower. My legs are weak as I walk into my bedroom. I try to tip toe but soon remember that my ankle is still tender.

  “Oww,” I yelp as I slowly walk into my bathroom and Cruz has already gotten in the shower. I can see his beautiful silhouette, stroking his cock again. He’s erect. I can see that clearly, but I don’t get it. Why isn’t he having sex with me to please himself? All sorts of thoughts run through my head and I can’t help but think to myself.

  OHMYGOD! He’s not turned on by me…

  OHMYGOD! Why does he even bother with me?

  “Honey,” he yells over the shower. I’m startled that he knows I’m in here with him.

  “Yeah,” I try to sound normal.

  “Don’t!” he says again as if he has read my mind.

  “Don’t what, Cruz?” I play dumb. The shower shuts off and he steps out with his hands at his hips. His cock has gone down but not much. I can’t believe I looked at it. Not glanced but actually stared at it. He pulls a towel from the rack and wraps himself in it. Thank the heavens, because the way my sweet spot is throbbing right now, I would have jumped this man and taken an orgasm from him… You know, that doesn’t sound so bad.

  “Don’t ask, Bria; it’s not your concern. Let’s not have this conversation again.” He pushes past me. When his body brushes against mine, he’s ice cold. I wait until he’s completely out of the bathroom and I walk over to the shower to feel the faucet. Both the faucet and the showerhead are cold. “What the hell? Who takes cold showers?”

  “Cruz?” I call out to him. He’s putting on more lounge pants, but this time with a shirt.

  “Bria, don’t. You wouldn’t… you wouldn’t understand.”

  “Cruz, when you’re ready, I’m right here.” I move to close the distance between us. I take his hand and hold it. “I’m right here if you ever want someone to talk to.”

  He scoffs. “Talking won’t solve anything… Talking won’t help me, Bria.”

  “Well, we won’t know that, Cruz, if you don’t talk to me.” I give him a sympathetic look.

  “Please. Your sympathy I don’t need, so don’t give me that fucking look.”

  “Okay, Cruz.” I shake my head. “You’re an arrogant bastard.” I walk out of my room still aware that my clothes are currently on the kitchen floor. I clean myself up with a quick shower. Cruz is on the phone when I enter my sitting room. He isn’t whispering, but it’s obvious that he doesn’t want me to hear his conversation. Shit, I’m in my home; he needs to leave the room. As the thought entered my mind, Cruz gets up and does just that. I sit comfortably on the sofa, and turn the television on.

  He comes back fifteen minutes later.

  “Hey, are you going to be here for a bit?”

  “Yes,” I chuckle.

  “What’s funny?”

  “Cruz, I’m home. Why wouldn’t I be?”

  He shakes his head. “It’s dangerous out there, Bria, seriously.” He goes to the closet and grabs his bag. I’m not sure why, but I feel like I’ve been punched in the stomach when he starts packing his things in it. “I’ll be back in a few.”

  “You know, Cruz, don’t bother. I’ll put the alarm on. I’ll be fine.” He looks at me suspiciously as if he senses my attitude change, and I don’t give a shit if he does. How dare he? How dare he lick an orgasm out of me, and then leave. My mental self informs me that Bryant did it. He didn’t tongue fuck me in the air, but he licked me into an orgasm and left me on that counter over there. Yes, yes he did.

  “You’ll be fine?” he questions sarcastically.

  “I’ll be fine,” I repeat.

  “Fine,” he says. “I’ll be back in the morning.”

  I shake my head. “No need, Cruz.”

  “Riiight,” he says, disregarding my rejection of him returning in the morning.

  “I’ll be back in the morning,” he repeats. Cruz comes and kneels in front of me to kiss me on my cheek. I slightly move my face so that he has to lean further to make contact. He laughs at my action as if he knows I’m upset that he’s leaving. “See you in the morning.” I say nothing. He grabs his bag and walks out the door.

  “Alarm, Bria,” he yells over his shoulder. I get up, grab my laptop, and make my way to the alarm panel. I set it so I can go into my room and relax the rest of the night. I set my clock alarm an hour earlier than I need to. I really don’t want to see Cruz. Who knows whom he’s going to do or see? Whoever the hell it is, he can stay there tonight. I turn on my laptop. Google search and I are going to get reacquainted tonight.

  I type in the search engine… you know I never knew why it is called a search engine. I’ll look that up after I research my initial search.

  Male orgasm denial… Holy hell, according to Google, it has advantages with both genders. It pleasures the female because the male is more energetic without having an orgasm. He’s more attentive with getting his partner off. Apparently, you can get a man to perform anything sex
ually for him to gain access to his own orgasm. I doubt Cruz would let me stick anal beads in his ass. Bryant... maybe. Cruz, not so much.

  I search further and a few stories come up. I click one of the stories that’s titled “I’m not pleased until she comes for me.” I’m curious of course, so I click on the story. It opens a story on classifieds. Wow, classifieds promotes stories? I read this story of how this middle-aged man masturbates until he’s ready to come but stops himself before he does. He describes in detail what he does up until the moment he stops; he also describes the feeling that it gives him. He says it gives him pure satisfaction to deny himself a happy ending. He does this while his spouse watches, which turns her on to the point where she has an orgasm. He calls it top off.

  I always thought that topping off was gas related, where the pump automatically stops before it spills over and… Ohhh, I guess that makes sense.

  Anyway, apparently it gets her off to the point she has an orgasm, which gives him a reaction to set him off. These people are nuts. He even revealed that his spouse told him to charge women to watch. How in the hell do you request that in a post? I notice that this story is in the section listed “Casual Encounters.” That’s casual? I laugh.

  I click on that particular banner. Are all these stories? I click on one that says, “I’ll call you mommy but I’m not your son”… Oh, my God.

  It’s a post of a man looking to play out a mommy dearest fantasy, where he wants to be spanked with a… wire hanger. What the… My eyes are bugging out of my head. I can’t believe it. He details what type of female he’s looking for. I scan through some of the posts because my curiosity always gets the best of me.

  Many more sections focus solely on personals. Strictly Platonic, Miscellaneous Romance, Missed Connections, and Rants and Raves. Oh my, there’s a section for men seeking women and vise-versa. Holy Mother of… there’s also a section for men seeking men, and women seeking women. This is freaking crazy but there’s some interesting stuff on here. This could be useful. Older women seeking companions. I’ll have to pick up my search tomorrow; its past eleven and I need to go to sleep if I’m going to beat Cruz out of the house in the morning. I close my laptop, prepare my attire for tomorrow, and quickly hop in bed. It doesn’t take long for sleep to overtake me. The last time I saw on my clock was 11:37.

  * * *

  I’m up and out of the house before Cruz shows up at my doorstep; but the only thing about being up this early is my favorite coffee shop isn’t open, so office coffee it is. “Yuck,” I say aloud, thinking about how often the machine is cleaned. I usually clean it, but I spend too much time sanitizing that entire area. Time is money in my opinion… my money. I am not a barista, although my coffee making skills are requested at times. I bypass the café and pull up to my office building ten minutes later. No one’s here yet; however, that’s normal because Mr. Wilke or I are usually the first to arrive anyway.

  I park underground and hotfoot it to the elevator. I’m not a fan of underground parking, but if anything were to happen, cameras are all around this parking garage unlike outside. The outside parking lot has cameras; but as soon as you walk from the parking lot, your ass is free to be taken. Briefcase in hand, I wait on the elevator to rise to the second level. I’m going to work an actual full day without all the drama. I can't wait to throw myself at my work schedule today. It's been a little hard to do with all the new business I'm involved with. At some point, I'll need to hire an assistant for myself. Exiting the elevator, I notice that the front lobby door to the outside parking area has been opened. Looking around for signs of my boss or even Lisa, I'm a bit paranoid due to the recent flat tires I adopted yesterday. I'm fumbling with the alarm panel when I'm scared out of my skin. “Cruz!” I slap his chest. “You almost gave me a heart attack! Where the hell did you come from?”

  “Now imagine how I felt when I arrived at your house this morning to find you weren't there.” How the hell did he get here before me?

  “Whatever, Cruz.”

  “All right, honey, you keep defying and avoiding me. It's only going to take longer for you to enjoy the benefits.”

  “Benefits?” I raise an eyebrow to his comment.

  “Yep, of me... all of me.” He stands so close behind me that the hair on the back of my neck is standing. It's either that or he's blowing on my neck; either way, the lower part of me is awake. I move away from him, and just in time.

  “Hello, Ms. Watts,” my boss cheerfully sings.

  “Hi, bo— Mr. Wilke, how are you this morning?” I had to catch myself. Cruz will ridicule me for being so comfortable with my boss. He looks to Cruz then back at me. Mr. Wilke holds out his hand.

  “Good morning.” He’s directing his attention to Cruz.

  “Mr. Wilke, this is Cruz King. Cruz, this is my boss, Mr. Wilke.”

  “Oh right, finally nice to put a name to a face,” he says while shaking Cruz's hand.

  “Cruz was just leaving.”

  Cruz shakes his head. “No, I wasn't,” he replies. I wide-eye him.

  “Bria, move aside and let the man in.” My boss retorts. “He's my 8:30 appointment.”

  “Yes, Bria, let me in,” Cruz says as he walks past me. However, it was probably meant dirty coming from Cruz. Silly me, I didn't even notice the wall of a man in a very alluring business suit. I jump at the ass squeezing Cruz gives me as he passes, which proves my earlier thought.

  “Jerk,” I mumble.

  “Bria, can you arrange a space for King to set up for the day. He’ll be working here today.” Mr. Wilke says as he walks away. Oh God, this is not happening. “Also, if you can run and get coffee from our favorite spot down the way when they open.”

  “Of course, Mr. Wilke. Oh, I also have sent your files on the Hemmingway products. As soon as I get back, you'll have their trades.”

  “Good job, love.”

  I cringe a little because I know Cruz has heard Mr. Wilke, even over the phone a few times. I turn to Cruz who's sitting in one of the chairs in the lobby area.

  “Would you like an office, conference room, or cubicle?”

  “I’d prefer to be in your office with you.” I look up from what I'm currently doing on my phone, with a sympathetic “really, you're going to torture me” look. I can't respond, but he stands and takes a step to close the gap between us.

  “Bria!” my boss yells and I once again jump out of my skin.

  “Yes, Mr. Wilke?”

  “Better yet, since you will be working with Mr. King today, it’s best you set him up in your office,” he says as he enters the lobby again.

  “Oh, okay.”

  “Will that be okay with you, Mr. King?”

  “That will be fine.” Cruz smirks at me. “Please call me Cruz, Mr. Wilke.”

  “Fine then, Cruz, I hope you can deal with the likes of Arrant Watts. Her attitude is bad, but she gets the job done… well done,” my boss says.

  “Oh, I'm sure we'll be fine. I think I can handle a little spunk. I've worked with her before. She's a little rough, but she's not that bad.”

  “Helllooooo, I’m right here...”

  “So you are; get him set up and go.”

  “You can always indulge in the wonderful office coffee,” I jokingly say to my boss. His face turns serious; it's a funny sight. He laughs…

  “No, seriously, stop playing around, Bria, and go get my cup.” I laugh at his seriousness.

  “Follow me,” I scoff, directing Cruz toward my office.

  When we arrive in my office, he eyes the space.

  “You're treated well.”

  “I guess. I do what's asked of me and I'm rewarded handsomely.” Cruz’s frown lines are visible.

  “What do you mean, what he asks of you?”

  “Oh, my God! Nothing like that, you perv.”

  “No, your boss is the perv.”

  “Cruz, you can't say that.”

  “Yes, I can,” he laughs. “Has he tried to sleep with you?”

 
“No!” I must have been a bit loud because it makes Cruz look at me suspiciously. “No, Cruz, he hasn't.” He nods. “I can set you up at my desk across from me, or you can use this area where you'll have more space.” I'm standing at the extra desk and table space I have in my office. I'm failing at making it look appealing to Cruz. He just stands there with his hands in his pockets, looking at me as if I know what he wants. And I do, I sigh heavily. “My desk it is.”

  When I'm done setting up a company laptop, making sure Cruz has all the essentials he needs, I rush out for coffee and breakfast. His arrogant ass had the audacity to tell me to make sure he has no foam in his mocha latte and he likes honey for his sweetener. I can't even… this day is just getting better.

  As I'm balancing coffee to my car, I'm gaining momentum as if I am going to fall. Luckily, a very attractive brunette who sees me offers me a hand.

  “Thank you so much; I usually don't have this much to bring back,” I tell the brunette.

  “Oh, no problem, sweetie; you looked like you were going to take a tumble. Woman to woman, I would have laughed, but only after I helped you up.” We both laugh at her joke.

  “Again, thank you…”

  “Shanna,” she says with a warm smile as she holds her hand out for me to shake. I do.

  “Nice meeting you,” I say as I get into my car. She's walking away slowly. I can see she must have a phone call; she picks it up and her facial expression changes. I'm guessing she doesn’t want to take that phone call.

  * * *

  I walk into my office ten minutes later. Cruz is still meeting with Mr. Wilke. Apparently, he's been seen by the rest of my co-workers coming in. “Hi, Bria,” Lisa says, popping her head in my office. I signal her to come in but pass her as I leave my office on the way to Mr. Wilke's. I sashay down the hall to my boss's office, I'm not sure why, but it amazes me how I can turn my girlie essence on and off. I chuckle to myself.

  “Here's your coffee, Mr. King, and yours, Mr. Wilke.” As I flutter my eyelashes at Mr. Wilke. Knowing fully it will probably piss Cruz off. Mr. Wilke blushes. “Go on, get out of here; we'll be done shortly, and you can unleash your sauciness on Mr. King,” he laughs. Cruz eyes me harshly as I turn and walk out of the office.