Chapter 16 #3
He does the same on the other side, flicking my peak with his tongue until I start squirming. Need hammers through my body and pulses between my legs. I want his tongue there. I want his body between my legs. I want him inside me and over me.
“Cruz.” His name is a plea. “I need . . .”
I don’t finish. I need everything. All of it. I need to forget the stress and the fatigue and the payment hanging over my head that’ll only be followed by a bigger one.
“There’s no more frosting left, but I’ve got what you need,” he says as he tugs at the waistband of my shorts. “Lift that ass for me.”
I do, and he peels the rest of my clothing off me, including my shoes. I’m bare and open to him. Whatever he has in that votive to keep the bugs away is working.
“Already wet for me, sugar?” He takes a seat and hooks his arms under my legs. “Put your feet on my shoulders.”
I follow every direction he gives me, trusting him to take care of me. The throbbing between my legs intensifies. If I could, I’d sit right on his face, but I’ll take being spread in front of him like his very own picnic.
He gives me a kiss on the inside of one thigh, then the other, before he claims my clit.
I bark out a cry and scare a bird out of a nearby tree. “I’m scaring the wildlife.” I roll my hips to meet every stroke of his tongue.
He pushes a finger inside me. “This is all nature right here.” Placing his mouth back on my clit, he flicks it with his tongue and I jerk at the rush of ecstasy.
I feel his smile against me before he resumes his rhythm. Forget trying to be quiet. “Cruz!”
I’m flung into a climax faster than I thought possible. Energy unleashes inside me and only part of it is the pleasure he’s filled me with. More birds startle and the grasses rustle as I cry out, pouring all of my stress into the release. I’m coherent enough not to crush his head this time.
When I come down, he pulls away and slips his finger out of me. “Goddamn. That was my dessert.”
He places another kiss on the inside of my thigh and rests his cheek against it, rubbing his hand up and down my calf.
He’s holding me so sweetly after rocking my world yet again. Cruz Foster is the whole package. He’s putting the pieces of me back together.
Fear starts to trickle in, but I put a stop to it. I’m getting ahead of myself. We’re enjoying picnic sex. “Does my boyfriend have a condom?”
“Around my girlfriend? Always.” He places my feet down on the bench to get his wallet out. After he withdraws the packet, he tosses everything by the lunch bags.
I snatch the condom from him and he rips open the fly of his pants.
When I fling the wrapper by his wallet, he pivots to sit sideways on the bench like he did earlier.
There’s no dignified way for me to put the condom on from this position, but I do it anyway.
From the beginning, he’s made me comfortable as I am.
When I’m done, he leans back, his erection proudly jutting toward the sky. “How about we celebrate our new status and you go for a ride?”
A relationship. With Cruz Foster. He’s mine, and I want to claim him. I want to soak this up every chance I get in case—
I clamber onto him. There’s nothing flattering about how I change positions with his help, but I don’t care. I need this. I need to feel him against me and in me. In case all of this perfection slips through my fingers.
I link my arms around his neck. With him holding my hips, I hover over him and swivel my hips around, wetting the tip of his cock.
He clenches his teeth. “Christ, I could come just from this.”
“You need more.” I relax my legs to sink onto him, but he holds me in place.
“Not when I’m with you.”
How can he get even more perfect? I kiss him as fiercely as he attacked my clit moments ago.
He opens to let me in. I’m desperately ravaging his mouth, and other than having the tip of his erection drag through my pussy, he’s not moving, letting me dictate how fast we go.
My desire cranks higher and higher. He makes me feel special in and out of bed—or when fucking on the picnic table.
Finally, he loosens his hold, and I take him in an inch. He goes rigid against me.
We’re hugged together so close that I can feel when he tenses his abs. I rock and take more of him. Then more. My gasp breaks the kiss.
“You’re such a fucking tease.” He grunts and punches his hips up. I sink down all the way, loving how full he makes me. “I can’t get enough.”
“Cruz?” I don’t know what I’m asking. I need this, but I don’t want it to end.
When I’m with him, I don’t worry about the stuff I should.
When I’m with him, I can see how I’ve put myself in a display case with my cupcakes and locked the rest of the world out.
Cruz is opening the lid and crawling in with me.
But he’s also leaving the display cracked open to give me a glimpse of everything I’ve kept out.
He kisses my neck. The birds have returned and their singing fills the air.
I still have no words. I want to ask him to stop. To leave me alone so I’m not scared anymore—this time of losing him. I want to tell him to never quit, to keep dragging me out of my cupcake prison. I want all my problems to mysteriously go away.
All I can think to say is, “Fuck me. Hard.”
I’m sitting astride him, my leg wedged under the top of the picnic table with his, my other curved around his hip, but he takes over. I’m in his control and that’s just the way I need it. My carefully crafted life is at risk, but I need him to take this from me now. To let me just . . . be.
I’m centered on him, stroking in and out of me. The muscles of his arms are flexing against my legs. His clothes scrape against my skin. I’m naked and he’s fully dressed. He’s got his shit together and my life is a mess.
I tip my head back and he nibbles up my neck. Soft grunts leave him every time I plunge down. A moan slips out of me when he withdraws so far I’m almost empty.
“Cruz. Harder.”
“I’ve got you.”
My belly tightens at his deep growl. He does as I ask, but my leg thunks against the table.
Hugging me to him, he carefully stands up and moves to the end of it.
My ass hits the top and I lie back. Without the interference of the bench, he can thrust without restraint.
He pounds into me, just as I asked. I draw my knees up and out to give him as much access as possible.
I’m completely open to him with the sun shining down on us. There’s nothing hidden. I can’t share everything with him, but I can do this.
“Fuck, sugar.” His fingertips dig into my hips.
“Yes!”
He pumps harder. “You take me so well.”
“God yes!” I claw for something to hold on to, but the sheet is too loose, so I grip the sides of the table. My whole body shakes, but all I feel is him. So damn good.
I crest and float, riding the high of my orgasm, arching my back off the surface. “Cruz.” It comes out the most yearning, most demanding, most thankful sound.
“I can feel you coming.” His voice is tight. “You’re fisting me so fucking hard.”
His grip is unyielding as he punches into me one more time. He comes on a roar that scares all the birds away. I’m on a cloud of ecstasy. He’s filling me, the breeze caresses me, and the heat of the day kisses my skin. It’s perfect.
And now I have to go back to work.