Summer Nights (4 page)

He turned back towards me,
pursing his lips as his eyes drank me in; he chuckled lightly as he
gently picked up my wristlet and set it on the nightstand.
The way he regarded me; the way it seemed like he
was deciding which part of me to strip first had fear and
excitement battling within me. I watched the dark planes of his
corded muscles as he considered every inch of me. I saw the sparkle
in his eyes the moment he’d decided.

His hands lifted the hem of my shirt.
The moment it had passed the waistband of my shorts, he pressed his
lips to my amplified stomach. I gasped when his tongue darted out,
drawing a line up to my bra. I was surprised when my body lifted of
its own accord to allow for easy removal. He slid my necklace off
and then made quick work of removing my bra. Reactively, my hands
covered my breasts, my eyes widened as anxiety coiled in my
stomach. Deep breaths didn’t calm me when he covered my hands with
his and forced mine away.

I looked at the ceiling, white like the
walls with merely a woven, sea grass fan mounted in the center. I
felt his eyes concentrating on me, but I refused to meet his gaze.
A hot, wet mouth connecting with a pebbled peak elicited a moan
from me as heat pooled in my center. That one move lured my face
towards him.

God, what was wrong with me? Clearly
this man didn’t have a problem with my body, otherwise I wouldn’t
be here, so why did I? Why couldn’t I let go? It was one night.
After tonight I’d never see him again. So what if he saw the double
wave of my arms as I rode him. So what if he saw my belly bouncing
as much as my breasts while I sought the same pleasure he was
anticipating. In fact, I was really ruining the mood. He’d been
nice, almost too nice. I needed to just suck it up and dive head
first into the pool. Worst case scenario, I’d have explored a hot
man that I’d never see again. Best case scenario, I’d experience an
orgasm so intense I’d forget about the extra pounds marring my body
and the nagging regret of having to leave him in the morning. Which
I would. I made a mental note to slip out before he woke up. I
didn’t want to experience the awkward morning after a
one-night-stand, especially since we were in his house.

He must have felt the shift inside me,
because a single brow rose in question as he lifted his head. I bit
my lip as I smiled. “Fuck it,” I said, pulling him to
me.

His growl rolled over me, warming my
body despite the air conditioning wafting over us. I was surprised
to not be turned off by the fact that we were both already covered
in sweat from being outside; my hair was stuck to the back of my
neck.

My fingers wove through his strands,
tugging lightly at the roots. It set him off. He pulled back,
unbuttoning my shorts; he barely avoided ripping them as he
wrenched them away from my hips. They landed on the floor with a
plop, mimicking the previous articles of clothing that had been
tossed aside. He yanked off my sandals and flung one off each side
of the bed. I sighed despairingly; it was going to be hell finding
those in the morning.

CRUZ

My cock pulsed at the sight of her red,
lace panties. A small triangle of curls peeked through the sheer
fabric. I’d never wanted a woman so bad. It started when she lured
me over to her at the restaurant; I couldn’t take my eyes off her
despite her being clueless of my presence. When she hesitated
outside the car, I panicked and the caveman inside me took over.
Then, when I saw the saucy, sexy side of her immerge on the dance
floor, I had to fight my compulsion to take her right then and
there.

She was strong, yet scared. I could see
the fear, the leeriness in her every move, yet she still pressed
onward, facing it. I wanted to protect her, yet ravage her. No
woman had ever affected me this way. No woman had ever captured me
the way she did. Even now, she was afraid, yet she persevered. I
noticed that she clammed up before looking directly at me and
embracing the moment.

I whimpered, sending up a silent prayer
as her hot, wet mouth connected with my nipples. Most women ignored
them, but she playfully nipped them before soothing them with the
heat of her tongue and soft touch of her lips; the need to take her
increased by the second. I felt myself pressing into the warmth of
her center. Her thick thighs guarded her jewel; it was as if her
body was challenging me.

Her small hands pressed against my
chest, urging me to switch positions with her. She was vulnerable
where she was. Her position gave me the power to do whatever I
wanted to her. I never allowed a woman to be on top the first time.
I liked to test the limits of a woman, see how far she was willing
to go. I couldn’t do that from the bottom.

When I didn’t move, she pressed her
lips together and narrowed her eyes at me. Her hands weaved through
my hair. Giving my strands a tug, she ordered me to switch with
her. I wanted to laugh. She was feisty; sexy as hell. She was going
to be fun.

Chapter 4

Cruz rolled under me. His hands roamed
my body as his lips pressed to mine. I held myself off of him, not
wanting to crush him.

I broke away, kissing his jaw, his
neck, his shoulder and down to his chest. I slid down him as
gracefully as I could. I sat back on my knees between his legs as I
ran my hand over the bulge in his shorts. His cock was straining
against the fabric. I applied a bit of pressure as I ran my palm
along his length, eliciting a hiss from him.

I looked into his dark eyes; they were
focused entirely on me, watching my every move. I dipped my fingers
beneath the waist band of his shorts and boxers and slid them off
at the same time. His cargos were heavier than they appeared to be,
so in lieu of tossing them aside, I dropped them off the side of
the bed; their clank reverberated off the tile floor. Then I turned
to focus on his erection that was standing proud, waiting for
me.

I gripped his member, leaned in and
licked the glistening pearl of moisture off his slit. His muscles
clenched beneath me. He was fighting for control already. As I sat
back, I moved my hand up and down him gently, teasing him. He knew
what I was doing; his full lips somehow formed a thin line as he
watched me, but he didn’t say anything or try to stop
me.

I gave him a small smile before I
settled on my stomach at his center. I snaked my tongue out over
his sac; a murmur of Spanish echoed above me. I chuckled lightly as
I glided my tongue back and forth horizontally along his base below
my grip. Breaking away, I sucked the tip of his head into my mouth
hard until it nearly turned purple. I ensured my lips didn’t go
past his mushroom as I swirled my tongue in a lazy
circle.

Seeing his hands form tight fists at
his side, I knew I needed something that would shock the hell out
of him. I flicked my tongue along the top of his cock; his groan
encouraging me to continue. I kissed his tip as I pulled back, my
hands sliding along his muscled thighs. I locked eyes with him,
watching, waiting. I was waiting for the moment when he relaxed,
when he let his guard down. His dick twitched, and slowly, his body
loosened. The second he put his hands behind his head, I sucked his
entire length into my mouth and down the back of my throat in one
stride.

CRUZ

“Jesus
Cristo
!” The Lord’s name was a mangled cry
on my lips as my hips bucked beneath her assault.

Damn, this woman was cunning,
unpredictable, and fucking amazing. Now I knew why she was watching
me so intently. She was waiting for me to let go of the tension
tightening my muscles, waiting until I was unassuming. She was a
devil in disguise. Never had a woman ever put me so on
edge.

Her mouth moved up and down my length
with gusto, sucking hard. I didn’t even recognize the sound of my
own voice as she evoked so many unconventional exclamations from
me. I was quiet in bed. I enjoyed listening to the woman’s
pleasure. Yet, here she was drawing the cries out from within me.
My hips thrust of their own accord as she worked my cock between
those rosy red lips of hers. I couldn’t wait to kiss them again,
making them swell even more as I drove into her.

My muscles tensed, my balls lifted and
tightened as she drew me closer and closer to the precipice. I
struggled to keep my hands to myself, to not thread my fingers
through her hair and hold strong at her roots, forcing her to stop
moving as I took control of the pace, as I stuffed her pretty mouth
with my cock at the speed I wanted.

“Mierda
!” The second she fisted the base as her mouth fucked me, I
nearly lost it.

I couldn’t take anymore. I gripped her
upper arms and threw her against the pillows at the top of the bed.
She thought she was the only one who could torture. By the time I
was done with her, she would have come multiple times and be
begging for more.

SUMMER

His strength never ceased to amaze me.
The way he threw me about as if I was light as a feather made me
giddy inside. No other man had the muscle power to do
that.

“You’re going to pay for that. Don’t
think I didn’t know what you were doing.”

“But-“

“Silencio
!”

I promptly shut my mouth. I scrunched
my forehead, sucking my lower lip between my teeth. My stomach was
churning, my nipples begging to be loved as my center heated. My
body was trying to anticipate what was coming. It was pleading for
his touch, yet afraid of how it would come.

Strong hands grabbed my breasts,
lifting their weight, angling the tip towards his mouth. He bit my
peak before soothing it with his tongue. He repeated the move on
the other side. I was biting my lip harder, shocked by the sting.
As he drew as much of my breast as possible into his mouth, I
slipped and pierced my pouty lip. His tongue slithered in relaxed
circles; he avoided the spot I wanted him to ravish, amplifying my
angst.

My breasts grew heavier as I pushed
into his mouth, whimpering with need. My pussy flooded with desire
beneath his skilled tease. I groaned when he pulled away, never
touching the tight bud. The chill of the air conditioning only
heightened my ache. He did the exact same thing to my other breast,
sensitizing me only to leave me hanging. The frustration was
mounting, even as my excitement grew. I began to move my hands to
my breasts.

“Stop! Don’t move unless I give you
permission, do you understand?” His voice was strong,
authoritative; alpha male. He’d given me orders and damn if I
didn’t find myself obeying him.

He skimmed down my robust frame,
forcing my legs further apart with his elbows. I didn’t argue when
he spread my lips, baring all of me to him. I gasped when his
tongue pierced my hole, tasting me in the most carnal way. He slid
around, savoring every centimeter hidden beneath my inner folds,
except my straining nub. Pulling back, he blew lightly, sending my
sex into a flutter.

A strangled whimper escaped me. My
muscles were reacting; my womb tightened. I was panting. I’d never
felt so on edge, so desperate before. He kissed along my inner
thighs.

“Please.” I couldn’t believe I was
begging. I’d never begged for anything in my life. It was a
testament to what he’d done to me. Never had a man worked me so
well without a direct assault.

“Please, what?” His head lifted, a
single brow arched in my direction as he continued to kiss along my
thighs before moving to the top of my mound.

“Please let me come.” I found myself
arching my back, my body squirming, pleading for release. His hands
traveled up my body. A single finger traced the outer edges of my
areola. “Please.”

I saw the satisfied smile on his face,
but I didn’t care. I was too far gone. I would have gotten myself
off in front of him without shame at this point; that is, if he
said I could move.

I screamed the second his thumbs
brushed my nipples and his mouth covered my clit simultaneously. I
was immediately thrown into ecstasy, my body convulsing with
pleasure. My pussy contracted, my womb fluttered, as pleasure shot
through my entire body. My muscles clenched and unclenched, my legs
shaking at the sheer magnitude of my release. He directly attacked
my nerves throughout the entire orgasm, sending me into another
small one. I was left fisting the sheets as my mouth hung open and
air fought its way in and out of my lungs.

CRUZ

Damn she was beautiful when she came.
She’d thrust her breasts out as her head slung back; her mouth
formed a perfect ‘O’ as her pussy pulsed beneath me. I couldn’t
wait to make her do it again. I couldn’t hold out any longer
though.

I was over her and slammed home, my
mouth landing on hers in time to catch her cry.

“Ay dios
miyo
!
Ay, mi
amor
, you’re so tight.” I groaned. Her
walls constricted around my cock, sliding over me like a tight
glove. I could tell she hadn’t had sex in a long time. “How long
has it been?”

Her cheeks colored. She averted her
eyes as she replied. “A couple years.”

Damn. I couldn’t pound into her if it’d
been that long. I didn’t want to hurt her, though I probably
already had given my entrance. I slid back, watching her carefully
for any signs of pain. The second she winced, I stopped. She needed
to relax. Her entire body had clammed up despite just getting
off.