Chapter 21
Sloane
Not that I’m up on my sex terms, but I swear that the sixty-nine is a lost art.
Maybe people don’t talk about it anymore because they think it’s cheesy.
Maybe they still do talk about it in real life.
I don’t read that many romances. I should pop down to the café and pull a few off the shelf and get straight to the good parts.
Cruz helps me arrange my legs, splitting them over his face.
He tugs me down and buries his nose in my slit before his tongue rakes me from my trance all the way to my clit.
This is a unique angle. I grasp his shaft with one hand, bending him forward a little to get him into my mouth, and with the other hand, I play with his balls.
He curses, nothing that I can make out because it’s so garbled, but his breath is deliciously hot against me.
I kiss his tip and then trace kisses all the way down his shaft. When I reach the base of him, I move my hand so that I can reach his balls. I inhale him, musky and manly scented soap, and then I trace his balls with my tongue.
He jerks underneath me, sucks hard at my clit, and then eats his way to my entrance and thrusts his tongue inside like he’s either trying to mirror what I’m doing or pay me back for the sweet torture.
I savor every drop of the salty liquid as I circle his cockhead with my tongue.
I circle him the way he does my clit, pressing the tip of my tongue into his slit so that he hisses against me.
I wait a moment before I wrap my lips around his head and take him deep into my mouth.
I hollow my cheeks and keep going until I feel him at the back of my throat.
I breathe in and out through my nose, swallowing all around him.
He shakes even harder beneath me. My thighs are trembling too, as he eats me like I’m his favorite meal. Maybe his last meal.
I know that I’m not going to last with him doing that.
The pleasure is already there, hot in my toes, tingling all the way up my legs, ready to burst from my thighs and explode at my clit.
I back off, sucking him in long strokes, letting him hit my throat over and over.
I guess I don’t have a good gag reflex because I don’t choke once.
He curses and I hum. His tongue does wicked things and I echo it, circling his cock, driving it down his shaft. My saliva leaks onto his balls, soaking them. My jaw aches, but I keep going. His tongue lashes my clit and my orgasm hits like a storm breaking over me.
I nearly choke myself with the shock of it.
I’ve never given myself anything like this.
I have to back off Cruz’s cock before I suffocate.
I come and come. Waves? No, this is more like getting hit by a tsunami or an earthquake, or the kind of wave that swamps a boat and takes it right down to the bottom of the ocean.
I go rigid, hardly able to draw my next breath. Cruz laps at my clit and my entrance, every stroke scalding and jarring in intensity.
“I’m glad I held back,” he chokes out after placing one last kiss to my clit. “I’d like to feel you shatter all around me when I’m inside of you. Do you have condoms?”
“Condoms?” Right. Yeah. The sensible thing. “Fuck. No. I don’t.” That’s a big cold dose of reality.
“I brought one.”
“One? Jesus, did you get it out of a vending machine?”
“I borrowed it. I mean, borrow is the wrong word. I’m not gonna give it back.”
I snort at that and whip around, swinging my leg over his head, quickly circling so I can look down at him. “So everyone knows we’re doing this? I’m Liam’s mom, that’s going to make things weird.”
“You’re his mom, but you’re more than that, Sloane. I didn’t come here tonight expecting sex, but I panicked on the way over here and thought I should have one just in case. I should have stopped and gotten a box. I asked Odin and he’s perfectly discreet. Although…”
“What?” I hide my face in my hands.
“I’m not sure how old it is. He fished it out of his wallet.”
“It has an expiry on the package. They’re good for like a decade, aren’t they?”
“I don’t know if it’s that long. Do you want me to check?”
“We’re not doing the pull and pray. Although… last time I relied on condoms, I got pregnant, so we probably should use one and do the other method too.”
“What’s your schedule?”
“My what?”
Unbelievably, Cruz flushes. “Do you know your cycle? Is it regular? Family planning is supposed to help.”
“To be honest I don’t track these things because I’ve never had to. My period finished last week, so I should be okay.”
“I can still pull out and for sure wear the condom?”
“Okay. If that’s… is that going to suck for you? I could get some kind of birth control, but it takes a while to work. I know that no one likes condoms.”
“I’m fine with a condom. I’ll buy a box tomorrow, that way we’ll know they’re good and not festering away in a wallet.
The only thing that matters to me is that you’re comfortable.
If you don’t want to go on birth control, we’ll figure it out.
Not everyone can do hormonal changes. I don’t know that I would want to if it was my body. ”
I consider that. “Thank you for understanding.”
I’m not sure that most guys would. Some, maybe. I’m glad that Cruz is so sensitive and thoughtful. I’ve known that, but it’s another thing to think about a future with him. About a partner who really cares about me.
Cruz finds his jeans and gets the condom out. He walks over to the lamp in the corner and holds the package under it. “We’ve got a few months yet.”
Thank goodness for that. I really want to do this with him. I don’t want to take a break and go on a condom run.
“Odin’s discreet,” Cruz says as he tears open the package.
“Well… at least about this, he would be. He’s an older guy.
Way older. He and his old lady got married because she needed health insurance.
She was pregnant.” He frowns. “Most of the guys at the club met their old ladies in some crazy and wild way. They all have cool stories.”
“You’ll have to tell them to me sometime.”
“You should meet them. I know you don’t have a lot of free time, but the club has tons of events throughout the year. The women have their own sisterhood. They’ll reach out to you sooner or later and invite you to all their social stuff. They’re great.”
“Oh.”
“Perks of being Liam’s mom and my woman.”
“Am I?” Holy shit, that sounds so official. Cruz’s head snaps up. He holds the condom in his hand. He smiles, a slow, soft smile that turns into a huge grin. He can tell that I’m far from opposed to the idea.
“That’s if you want to be?”
I flop back on the bed, prop my knees up, and let them fall open. I crook my finger at Cruz when his jaw practically unhinges. I can only imagine what he’s seeing. If I was brave enough, sultry enough, I’d look too. I’m soaked and very likely glistening and very—erm—wide open.
He leaves the lamp on in the corner and makes it to the bed in three long strides. He should be careful of his knee, but I don’t say that. I’m too fascinated watching as he kneels on the bed and rolls the condom down his hard length.
Thankfully, it’s a jumbo sized one. If it broke, there would have been no end to my devastation and rage. Okay, there would have been. It might be fun to get dressed, go to the store, and get each other in the mood again.
Not that we’d lose the mood.
Cruz freezes and studies me. I get that feeling that I have something on my forehead, but then I see the light in his eyes. There’s nothing on my face or stuck between my teeth. Cruz just loves looking at me. I let him drink his fill. He sighs, but doesn’t lose that fascinated look.
“You’re so incredibly beautiful. So perfect. I love that flush on your skin. The look of bliss on your face. I love your dark eyes and your swollen lips.” His tongue sneaks out and glides over his bottom lip. “I love that I can taste you still.”
I open my arms and he comes to the bed. He wraps me up and takes me down with him.
Like before, I part my legs to make enough room for him.
My thighs burn a little, from the stretch of having to accommodate his huge frame.
I’ve done far harder yoga positions through sheer force of will.
I don’t need any will to get me through this.
I’d rather do the opposite. Let go and enjoy the moment, hoping it lasts as long as possible.
Cruz starts slow. He kisses me, drinking me in. My body responds to him, my hips drawing up, searching for him, needing him. My nipples are sharp points that his chest rubs across, sending shivery sensation chasing through my already over stimulated, blissed out body.
I grasp his arms, curling my fingers into his biceps. “You don’t have many tattoos.” Now that I’ve seen him fully naked, I can say that with confidence.
“Is that a problem?”
“Not at all.”
“It’s just that usually rough around the edges guys have more than a few before they belong to a biker club. I have scars, though. Here and there. Not just my knee.”
There’s a red ridge that bisects his knee right down the middle. I did notice that before. It looks painful. No wonder people say knee surgery is so hard to recover from.
“I’ll take my time and trace and kiss every single one,” I promise him.
His thick erection throbs against my stomach.
I shouldn’t delay him any longer. I was the one who got to come.
He’s likely still tortured as hell. His shoulders bunch under my hands as he rocks forward to kiss me and then back a little to look at me.
I love the way his body shifts and moves, love the power just under his smooth skin.
I look up at him and ask him in my sweetest voice. “Would you like to fuck me now, Cruz?”