Chapter 10
chapter
ten
Cruz
I let the room service guy in, and he rolls the cart over by the desk. Juliette is still standing where I left her. I sign the check, giving the guy a nice tip before locking the door behind him. I take a deep breath before turning back around.
She’s got her arms wrapped around herself as if she needs a hug, and that’s the only one available. Recognizing that makes my entire body ache with the need to fix everything in her life.
“What about other guys from the app?” I ask.
She frowns. “What other guys?” She tosses her arms up.
“There are no other guys. You know, for being so old and mature, you’re a dumbass.
There is only you. I mean, there was you and computer you, which I obviously didn’t know was the same person.
But the only reason I even got on that stupid app was because you made it abundantly clear that you were not for me. ”
“You just have a lot of life you haven’t lived. You might think you want me, but you could change your mind. Realize you want to explore the world, date around.”
I shake my head the entire time he’s talking because he clearly hasn’t been paying attention.
“Juliette—” I start, but she interrupts me.
“No.” She holds a hand up. “Now is my turn to talk. I don’t remember a lot about my parents, but I remember sitting in my mother’s lap and talking to her.
She was so patient with any and all of my questions.
She would smile and every time she would tell me, ‘Y ou have a beautiful old soul, my sweet Juliette, just like your father. Don’t let anyone steal that from you. ’”
Juliette kicks off her shoes and paces the space between the bed and the window.
“It took me a long time to realize what she meant. Since then, other people have said similar things to me. My sisters tease me for being a stodgy old lady. I guess some people would call it wisdom, but I think what people see in me, why people say that, is because there is a—”
“A stillness about you,” I say. “You’re settled, comfortable in your skin the way some people never are. You have a quiet strength that I noticed immediately. Admittedly, after I noticed your hair and your ass.”
She smirks at me.
I close the distance between us. “You think I don’t see all of that in you?” I squeeze her biceps. “Of course, I see you. How could I not?”
“Then why do you question whether what I feel for you is real or lasting?” she asks. “If you truly saw me, you’d know.”
“What would I know?”
“That I’m the Juliette to your Romeo. Only the Taylor Swift version, not the Shakespearean tragedy.
I’m not a fanciful teenage girl. I see all of you, Cruz Romero.
From your tender heart taking care of all of those dogs with your buddies to the way you wince and try to hide your limp when it rains. ”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I say, rubbing at the back of my neck.
“I don’t need to travel the world or date other men to know that you are the one I want.”
I shake my head. “You going to be stubborn about this?”
“I will fight for you, but only if you’d do the same for me. If you’re not willing to risk everything to be with me, then you don’t deserve me.”
That makes me smile. “I love how fierce you are. How brave and unapologetic.”
“Then stop pushing me away. Stop making excuses. If you want me, take me.”
I don’t wait any longer. I lower my mouth and take her lips. She whimpers, and I growl as our tongues meet. Then she’s kissing me, making greedy little noises at the back of her throat. My cock is a steel bar in my jeans.
I grip her bottom, pressing her body against the wall.
Now my hard cock is up against her center.
She hooks a leg around my hip, opening herself to me.
Her dress makes this all the more convenient.
I rock my erection against her, feeling the heat of her fabric-covered pussy through the denim of my jeans.
She gasps and pulls back. “You’re hard?”
“I’m always hard around you.”
Her smile is wide and bright. “I knew you wanted me.”
“Fuck yeah, I want you.”
“Show me,” she says. There’s a challenge heating her eyes, and damned if it doesn’t turn me on even more.
I pull off my t-shirt, dropping it somewhere on the hotel floor behind me. I start on my jeans, unbuttoning and then unzipping them to give my dick some breathing room.
She’s got her dress undone and slides it off her body. Black lace-covered breasts and matching panties.
“Fuck, Buttercup. Look at you.”
“I want you to look at me, Cruz. I want you to like what you see.”
“I love what I see. You’re so goddamn beautiful.”
She reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra, then it falls to the floor between us. Her perfect tits are heavy and hard-tipped, and begging for attention.
“Panties off,” I instruct. I kick off my jeans, but leave my boxers in place for the time being.
She peels off those lace panties, then stands before me, completely bared. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.
“Put one foot up here.” I lift her leg so she can brace her foot on the edge of the desk. “Open yourself to me. Let me see all that slick.”
She gasps, but follows my instructions.
My mouth waters at the sight of her pink pussy and the pale blonde hair she keeps trimmed above her mound.
“I’m going to fucking lose my mind if I don’t get my mouth on you soon,” I say. I fall to my knees in front of her. “Look what you’ve been hiding in those coveralls. Walking around that garage with this fucking perfect pussy right between your legs.”
“Cruz,” she whimpers.
I say nothing, leaning forward to suck her clit into my mouth. I’m too impatient for finesse or seduction. I want her come on my tongue right the fuck now.
Her nails rake across my scalp as she digs into my hair.
I plunge one and then a second finger into her hot, slick channel, and she nearly collapses against the wall.
“Oh my God,” she whispers.
I fuck her with those fingers and pull my mouth back to watch her. Her toes curl, and her eyes squeeze shut.
“Let go, Juliette. Come all over my face, my beard,” I beg. “Let me taste your sweetness.”
She whimpers again.
I slide my tongue up her pussy walls and circle her clit before pulling it into my mouth. I suck hard.
“Cruz, Cruz,” she chants my name like a prayer.
I curl my fingers inside her to brush her front wall. Her legs shake as she chants my name and rocks her pussy against my face.
Then she shatters.
Her release splashes into my mouth, and I lap her up. I’m a glutton for the taste of my girl. I place small kisses around the apex of her thighs, loving the silky softness of her skin.
I stand, kissing my way up her bare body. I spend some time on her needy little nipples. “I need to know something,” I say.
“What’s that?”
“Are you a virgin? Do I need to be gentle with you? I’m not feeling very gentle at the moment, Juliette. You’ve got me so goddamn worked up I feel like a damned animal.”
“Don’t be gentle,” she says. She moves and flings herself across the bed. “Make me yours, please.”
“Answer my fucking question.”
“I’m not very experienced, but no, I’m not a virgin. I did it once with a guy right after high school graduation.” She leans up on her elbows. “And I have toys.” She licks her lips, her eyes glued to the front of my boxers. “I think I can take you.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Oh, you think you can?” I drop my boxers and grip my dick. “Think you can take me?”
“You are much bigger than anything I’ve used, but I’ve also never been this wet. Cruz, please.”
“I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside you,” I growl.
“And I don’t have any goddamn condoms because I wasn’t planning on fucking anyone this weekend.
So if you don’t want me inside you, if you don’t want me to fuck you bare, tell me now.
Or I’m going to sink so deep inside you, you’ll forget what life was like before me fucking you. ”
“I want all of that,” she says. “Fuck me bare.”
She spreads her legs. Then reaches up and cups both of her tits. Her back arches. “I’m aching for you.”
“I’ve got everything you need. I’m the Romeo to your Juliette, right?”
“Yes!”
With that, I thrust into her in one swift motion. She’s impossibly tight, and she cries out when I’m in her all the way to the hilt. “Did I hurt you?”
“No. I’m just really full.”
“You feel like home,” I say, unable to keep my mouth shut. Sinking inside her is a feeling unlike any other. She fits me like a proverbial glove.
“Fucking made for me,” I growl.
She wraps her legs around my waist. “Cruz, I want to come on your dick. Can you make me come?” Her hands rub down my bare back.
I rear back, then press forward, starting a rhythm as I fuck her hard. “Yeah, I’m going to make you come all over this dick.”
I shift our positions so I’m up on my knees with her plump ass resting on my thighs while I pound into her.
“You take my dick so well. Look at that.” I rub my thumb through her slick folds until I find her clit and circle it slowly.
“Ohmygod!” she yells. “Like that. So good. Don’t stop.”
I grip her hips with one hand and play with her clit with the other. My balls tighten, and pleasure shoots up my spine. I’m getting close. I already made her come once, but I want to feel her pussy milking me.
“Together,” I say. “I want you to come with me.”
She nods. “I’m so close.”
“Good, because I can’t fucking hold off anymore. You feel too damn good.” I squeeze her clit. “Now. Come now.”
And she does. In unison with me, like this is how it was supposed to be all along.