14. Cruz
14
CRUZ
I’m on edge, pacing across the living room of the hotel, trying to get my feelings under control. Tara disappeared into her bedroom five minutes ago to change into something more comfortable, and I’m trying to convince myself to go to bed before she comes out.
Just as I’m about to walk away, her bedroom door opens, and she steps out in a pair of short shorts and tank top. She looks at me and then down at herself. “I thought you were going to change.”
Speechless, I just shake my head. Fuck, I’m not going to survive this.
She walks toward me, and my feet are glued to the spot. She doesn’t stop until we’re toe to toe. “I have a proposition for you.”
I suck in my gut when she reaches for me and puts her hand at my waist.
I let my breath out in a slow hiss as I put my hands over hers.
She tilts her head up to me. “Aren’t you going to ask me what it is?”
I suck in a breath. Walk away. Walk away , I repeat to myself over and over, but I don’t listen. “What is it?”
“You’re attracted to me.”
It’s not a question. And there’s no reason why I would try to disagree with her. Hell, half the night I’ve held her against me, and my cock has been hard. I’d be lying if I told her I wasn’t.
When I don’t say anything, she removes her hand from my hold and lets it stroke up my abdomen, across my chest, and then she rests it on the side of my neck before she drops her bombshell. “I’m attracted to you too.”
I lick my lips. I’m a weak, weak man. “What’s your proposition?”
She traces her thumb over the pulse at my neck. I’m barely holding on here. She’s had to go to her tiptoes to reach me, and her hot body is pressed against mine. I can feel her erect nipples as they scrape against my chest. For just a second, there’s a flash of insecurity on her face, but then she pulls her shoulders back and leans into me. “One night.”
I chuckle. “I thought we already decided on that.”
She shakes her head, and I notice her eyes darken with desire as she slides her other hand up my chest and on the other side of my neck. “I want you, Cruz. And before you list all those reasons you have of why this is a bad idea, I want you to listen to my reasons of why it’s a good idea.”
Every muscle in my body is tense. It’s taking everything in me to hold still when all I want to do is carry her to my room and have my way with her.
My voice is thick. “Tell me your reasons.”
She is stroking her fingers along my shoulders and neck, but I remain focused on what she’s saying. “Okay, reason number one. I want you.”
I put my hands at her waist, and she sucks in a breath. “Reason number two, when you touch me, I feel things I’ve never felt before.”
My grip tightens on her, fingers digging into her hips, and she gasps. “Reason number three, I’ve never had an orgasm with a man, and I think you could give me one.”
My hands slide around her, and I rest them on her lower back, pulling her body flush to mine. My cock is hard between us, and she tilts her pelvis to get even closer. I barely hold back my groan. “I know I can.”
She licks her lips. “How about it, Cruz? No one will have to know, and tomorrow we can go back to being fr-friends.”
I want to argue with her and claim her as mine here and now, but that’s not what she’s offering. She wants a good time, and if I was a better man, I’d turn her away. I’d send her to her room and forget this ever happened, but I know that’s not possible. Before I can think twice about it, I cup her ass in my hands and lift her up. Her legs go around me, and before I take one step to my bedroom, I search her face for any doubts. “Are you sure?”
She loops her arms around my neck. “Oh, I’m sure.”
She barely gets the words out and I take her to my room, kicking the door shut behind us. “Give me your mouth.”
She smiles and shakes her head. “I usually don’t like to be told what to do.”
Fuck, this girl is going to have me by the balls, I just know it. “Give me your mouth,” I demand.
She leans toward me, and as soon as our lips touch, I know I’m making the right decision. I can’t—hell, I don’t want to resist her, and the more time I spend with her, the more I know I’m not going to walk away after one night with her.
The kiss is explosive. All the ones before have been with an audience and I’ve held back, but there’s no holding back now. When she tilts her head, giving me better access, I let my tongue slide along hers. She whimpers, and I wrap my arms around her, crushing her to my body. Everything about this feels right.
I come up for breath, but then kiss along her neck, and she leans back, giving me access to her. I gently lay her back on the bed, and when I go to lift up, she holds on to me. “Where are you going?”
Smiling, I kiss her again, hovering over her, afraid my weight will be too much for her. “I’m going to take off my shoes.”
She giggles and lets go of me. I take my time removing my shoes and socks. I’m trying to get myself under control because this could easily be over too quickly. I’m pulling off my collared shirt when she stands up and puts her hands to my bare chest. I toss my shirt to the chair, and she slides her hands across my abdomen, circling her fingers around my nipple. I stop her hand. “Your turn.”
Her eyebrows lift at the challenge, but she doesn’t cower. She lifts the hem of her shirt up and pulls her tank top from her body. But she doesn’t stop there.
She pulls her shorts down her legs and kicks them off, and then she’s standing in front of me in a pair of black lace panties and matching bra.
My heart is racing, and I groan. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
She reaches for my belt and undoes it before unsnapping my pants. I remove them, and as I stand up, she’s leaning back, looking at my boxers that are tented from my arousal. She puts her hands at my waist. “May I?”
Damn, is she asking if she can take my underwear off? I’m going to do my best not to come right here, right now. I give her a nod, and she hooks her fingers into the side of my shorts. It feels like it takes forever as she pulls them down. My eyes are on her, but she’s staring at my manhood. When she licks her lips, I swear my cock twitches right in front of her face.
I step out of my shorts, and she wraps her hand around my girth. My hips flex, and she wastes no time as she kisses the tip and then opens up, taking me into her hot mouth. My hand goes to her hair that is still twisted on the top of her head. I pull at the pins, letting her hair fall, and then wrap it around my hand. She moans, and I pump my hips.
Her hands are on my thighs, fingernails digging into my skin, and my body is taut. She’s bobbing her head, taking me deeper, and when my cock hits the back of her throat she moans, and I have to force my hips back. With a pop, her lips smack together, and she’s pouting as she looks up at me. “Why did you stop?”
I lift her up and palm her pussy through her panties. I press my finger to the dampness of her panties. “Because I want to come here.”
With one hand, I unlatch her bra, and it falls from her shoulders. I cup her breasts and then suckle each one. Her back is arched, pressing herself into me, and she moans as I suck harder.
She pleads with me, “Cruz, please…”
I slide my hand down the front of her panties and coat my finger with her arousal. She’s practically mewing as I stroke through her slick folds.
I pop off her breast, kissing up her neck, and whisper, “I need to taste you.”
She tenses. “You mean?—?”
I lean away so I can see her face. “I want to eat your pussy, Tara.”
She takes a deep breath, but instead of letting it out, she holds it in, and I can see the hesitation on her face. She bites her swollen lip. “No one has ever… I mean… I don’t know.”
I circle my finger around her clit, petting her. “So I’ll be the first to have my mouth here.”
She nods and then shrugs. “But you don’t have to… I know some people don’t like it.”
That fuckin’ Grant. Is that what he told her? That men don’t like going down on a woman? What a fucking asshole.
“Honey, I’m pretty sure once I’ve tasted you, it’s going to be a new habit for me.”
I can see the questions in her eyes, but she doesn’t put voice to them. I help her to the bed. “Just lie back, I got you.”
She lies back on the bed, eyes wide. I pull her panties down and drop them over the side. Her thighs close, and I put a hand on each knee, pushing them back apart. She’s wet, pink, and swollen, and I’m practically salivating. I kiss her inner thigh, and she jerks at the contact.
I smile and try to reassure her. “Relax, baby. I got you.”
She takes a deep breath, and I move between her legs. She smells delicious, and I stroke my tongue through her swollen folds. Her fists grip the bedcovers as I taste her sweet, honeyed arousal. I pump a finger in and out of her while sucking her clit into my mouth. She mewls, moans, and groans as I lick, taste, and suckle her.
“Oh, oh, oh, don’t stop.”
I moan against her, and that is what takes her over the edge. Her climax pulls her body taut. Her legs clamp around me, and her body jerks uncontrollably. I continue kissing her as she starts to come down.
My cock is hard and angry, wanting a release.
I climb up Tara’s body, kissing and nipping along the way. I flip onto my back, taking me with her so she’s on top. Her legs are around my waist, and she’s straddling me. My cock is pressed against her ass, and I’m barely holding it together.
“Fuck, I need a condom. It’s in my wallet.”
She looks almost disappointed as I roll to the side and get the condom out of my pants pocket. When I hold the black wrapper between us, I feel the need to explain. “I haven’t done this… I mean, it’s been a while.”
She playfully slaps me on the chest. “Please, you’re Cruz Payne. You don’t have to explain to me.”
She pulls the condom from my hand and opens the wrapper, scooting back so my cock is in front of her. I want to explain to her that it’s been a long time and that I don’t even remember when the last time was, but then her hands are on me, and I lose all sense of reason.
She slides the condom down my length, and I grit my teeth. Maybe I should count backwards from a hundred or some shit because if this is how it feels with just her hands on me, I’ll never survive being balls deep inside her.
She leans forward, puts her hands on my chest, and lifts herself over me. My hands go to her hips, and she reaches between us to line herself up. I’m holding my breath, and she laughs softly. “Breathe, Cruz.”
I let out a whoosh of breath as she slides slowly down my length. She gets a few inches and stops. She does a little wiggle of her hips. “I don’t think it’s going to fit.”
I nod. “Oh, it’s going to fit. You’re going to fit me like a glove, baby. You’re so tight. Take your time.”
I try to breathe through it, but her pussy already has my cock in a vise. She lowers herself some more, and I whisper to her encouragingly.
My head goes back, I grip my hands into her soft hips, and when she’s completely impaled herself on me, my whole body is vibrating.
As her body adjusts to me, I try to hold still even though everything inside me is wanting to pump.
She starts to move, and as she glides up and down my length, my restraint is barely hanging on. She shimmies her hips, back and forth, up and down, finding her rhythm. Her head is thrown back so I can’t see her eyes, and I’m not sure why it bothers me so much, but it does.
“Look at me, Tara.”
She blinks and then focuses on me. Looking into her eyes while she rides me is going to be my undoing.
I flip her to her back again and hover over her while we’re still connected. She’s closed her eyes, and I kiss up her neck, whispering in her ear, “You want to come again, you’re going to have to look at me while I do it. It’s me and you here, baby. No one else.”
Her eyes flash open, and she watches as I pump in and out of her. Emotion wells in her eyes, and she doesn’t have to say a word for me to know that this means more than just sex. This isn’t just one night. If I have anything to do with it, she’s going to be my future.
I reach between us and flick my finger over her sensitive nub. Her eyes widen, and her pussy clamps down on me. “Can you come again for me? I want us to come together.”
She shakes her head, but I continue to caress her clit as I pump in and out of her. “Come for me, baby. One more time.”
Her hands go to my shoulders, and her nails dig into me, but the pain feels good. Her eyes start to close, and I tsk her. “Eyes on me.”
She looks at me, and I see the instant her orgasm hits her. Her eyes widen, her cheeks are flushed, and her hips jerk uncontrollably. My thrusts are erratic, and when I come, I bellow her name, grunting as the biggest orgasm I’ve ever felt takes over my body.
Panting, I’m hovering over her, trying not to squash her but at the same time wanting to hold her close. I search her wide eyes. “Are you okay?”
She bites her lower lip and nods. “Yeah.”
I kiss her, and before I get too carried away, I slowly pull out of her and fall to the bed beside her. She starts to get up, but I put my hand at her waist and pull her against me. “Where do you think you’re going?”