Chapter 7 #2
We lie down on the bed, and Cruz kisses down my neck, sending ripples of excitement through my body.
He expertly removes my bra, capturing my nipples in his mouth and licking them until they harden like pebbles.
My breasts have always been small, though I did gain a cup size after giving birth, but Cruz doesn’t seem to mind that there’s less than a handful, his mouth explores them and kisses them in ways my ex-husband never did.
Connor liked the fake look, and wasn’t interested in my satisfaction. Sex was always all about him.
Being with Cruz feels totally different.
Not only does he know what he’s doing, he actually cares whether I enjoy it or not.
His mouth trails down my stomach, and he hovers as he gets between my legs, looking up at me for consent.
I bite my lip and nod, unable to speak. I’m so heady with need.
I angle my hips up to help him as he removes my panties, tossing them aside before burying his face between my thighs.
I let out a moan as his tongue immediately finds my clit, no directions needed. “Oh, yes, right there.”
His fingers slide along my soaking wet slit, feeling how turned on he’s making me before gliding inside me and slowly but rhythmically moving in and out in time with his tongue, which dances over my clit in steady circles.
Holy hell, I feel delirious with pleasure.
I can count on one hand the number of times a man has gone down on me, and not a single one was like this.
It was always uncomfortable, slobbery, and awkward, so much so that I thought I was incapable of achieving an orgasm this way.
Yet, much to my surprise and embarrassment, all too soon I know I am going to cum.
I don’t want this to end, and yet it feels so good. I don’t want him to stop.
“You taste so fucking good,” Cruz purrs, breaking his stride for a second.
“Don’t stop,” I gasp, not wanting to lose it now that I’m so close.
He chuckles but continues as I grip my fingers in his hair, holding him in place. The pressure quickly builds back up, and before long, I can feel myself hurtling toward the edge. My pussy pulsates and grows wetter than I knew was possible.
“I’m so close,” I pant. The orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, and I buck and writhe against him. My legs tremble, and I feel as if I’m delirious with pleasure, but there’s no way I want to stop. Not now. “I need you inside me,” I groan, almost pleading.
He kisses his way back up, kissing my lips, and I can taste myself on him. “I don’t have a condom on me,” he says. “But I’d be happy to continue to eat your delicious pussy for as long as it takes until you’re satisfied.”
His words only make me want him more. “I’m on protection, no condom needed.”
Cruz smiles with that slow, sexy grin that makes my stomach clench. “Alright then.”
He quickly removes his boxers and then kisses me again, hovering over me, arm muscles taut.
I reach down to stroke his bare cock, getting even more turned on as I feel how hard he is.
I guide it toward my wet and ready entrance, and his eyes meet mine as he slowly pushes inside.
It’s been so long, and he’s bigger than my ex, so it feels tight, but deliciously so.
“Fuck, Sloane, you feel even better than I imagined,” he groans as he slowly starts to move his hips.
“You’ve imagined this before?” I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, based on what’s happening, but somehow, I thought this was a spur-of-the-moment decision for him.
“I’ve wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you.” His thrusts grow faster, harder now, and already I feel like I could cum again. “We all did,” he admits with a stage whisper, watching for my reaction.
I think about what it’d be like if Rook and Boone were here right now, and I groan, getting even wetter.
He chuckles under his breath. “Naughty girl, you’ve surprised me. You’ve been imagining this, too, only with all three of us, haven’t you?” He guesses correctly.
He grips my hips, pulling me up so we’re kneeling and upright, my legs around his waist as he bounces me on his cock with ease, skin to skin, fucking me faster and harder.
“Yes,” I admit, the confession tearing out of me with a moan as he fucks me with such speed it’s comparable to my vibrator.
He smiles, satisfied and turned on by the admission. “We’ll have to make our fantasy become a reality then, won’t we?”
When I scream out “yes” in reply, I’m not sure if I’m agreeing or if I’m simply enjoying the pleasure too much and screaming for more as he fucks me to the edge of orgasm once more.
“Fuck, Sloane, you’re incredible,” he says as I cum hard.
I let go completely, pussy tightening around his cock like a vise, head thrown back, my hair fallen loose from its bun as I cry out in ecstasy, not caring who hears us.
As I reach the pinnacle of the best orgasm I’ve ever had, Cruz reaches his, crying out my name and kissing me as he cums deep inside me with a judder.
We fall back onto the bed and lie there panting, blissed out. I lie there as Cruz holds me with a giant grin on my face. “Well, that was…”
“Incredible, the best you’ve ever had?” he quips, grinning back.
I laugh, tapping him lightly. “Maybe, but we don’t want that ego of yours to get any bigger, so I plead the fifth. I was going to say, unexpected.”
“Or inevitable. Rook’s gonna kill me though.”
I sit upright, worries already creeping back in. “Why? You said he’d be cool with sharing.” I don’t go into how it’s hardly sharing since I’ve not been with him. Yet, my insatiable mind adds.
“Because I had you first and you’re his.”
This whole attitude of ownership is mildly infuriating, if not a little exciting. “Well, Rook should have been as good at seducing me as you,” I tease. “If he wants me, he should do something about it. He should claim me.”
“Oh, he will now,” Cruz promises.
Before this, I’d have raged against the idea, even lied and denied my physical attraction to Rook, but now the thought both scares and thrills me. “If he’s half as good as you, maybe I won’t mind.”
Cruz’s eyes darken with hunger again, and he makes a promise that makes my toes curl. “Oh, you’ve not experienced anything yet, lawyer girl.”
My reply and the promise of another round are cut off by the thunderous sound of Rook bellowing for Cruz.
Either he heard us, or Cruz did something else to piss him off.
Cruz shoots me a cheeky, sorry-not-sorry smile and gets up, quickly pulling his clothes back on and rushing downstairs, shutting the door behind him to give me my privacy.
I have a feeling I’ve just started an avalanche that’s about to bury us all, but right now, I don’t care.