I didn’t have to fucking think.
About anything.
My mind was solely focused on Cruz and pleasing him by giving him what he wanted. Another guy might have taken advantage of that, but Cruz just turned it around and gave it all right back. Everything he did, everything he said, was about me.
About pleasing me.
About taking care of me.
He whispered things in my ear that no one had ever said to me before.
Like how beautiful I was.
Like how he couldn’t wait to watch me come apart in his arms.
Like how lucky he was that he’d found me tonight.
“Cruz, please,” I whispered against his mouth when his hand once again bypassed my dick. He’d been running his hand all over me, but ignoring the part that needed his touch the most.
“Soon, baby,” he murmured, then kissed me gently. His hand stopped roving and I wanted to protest the loss, but I didn’t want to risk losing the touch of his lips too. When he stopped kissing me a moment later, I tried to follow him. “We’re here, Elliot,” he said softly before taking my hand and leading me from the cab. I barely managed to greet my doorman as we made our way into the building, and judging from the surprised look the man gave me, I figured I probably looked like I’d actually gotten fucked in the back of that cab.
But I couldn’t find it in me to care.
Once we were in the elevator, Cruz was on me again. His desperation to consume me drove my need higher and higher and I was pretty much a puddle of goo by the time we reached my floor. If Cruz hadn’t been leading the way, I doubt I would have even been able to find my own damn apartment. The second Cruz got us inside my place, he slammed the door shut, tossed my keys to the floor and then pressed me up against the door.
White-hot heat flared through me when his fingers wrapped around my wrists and he pinned my arms to the door. He ground his cock against mine and grated out, “Feel that? That’s all for you. You’re going to fit me so good, Elliot. Like you were made just for me.”
I managed a nod.
“Say it,” he ordered harshly.
His tone had my need spiking to astronomical proportions. I was never going to last at this rate.
“Just for you,” I said in a rush.
“Who do you belong to tonight, El?”
The nickname had me groaning out loud. “You, Cruz. Only you.”
“You want my cock in that tight ass of yours, my boy?”
I nodded vigorously, since I wasn’t sure I was even capable of speaking.
“Say it,” Cruz demanded. His hold on my wrists was unforgiving and I loved every second of it.
“Yes!” I nearly shouted. “God, yes, I want it,” I admitted. Emotion bombarded me as the need to give in completely warred with the voice in my head telling me I shouldn’t be craving the rough treatment.
“Baby, open your eyes.”
I did as he said. When had I even closed them?
“Look at me.”
I shook my head. “Can’t,” I ground out.
“Look at me, Elliot.”
There was no room in his voice for argument, so I did. His hold hadn’t eased on me even a little bit, which I was grateful for.
