He pushed into my arms and brushed his mouth over mine. “Take me home, Cruz. You owe me a second date.”
EPILOGUE
Elliot
THREE WEEKS LATER
“Tellme again what it is you aren’t going to do,” Cruz murmured as his hand trailed down my naked back. I was covered in sweat and shaking like a leaf, but I somehow still managed to answer him.
“Come,” I gasped, just as I felt the blunt head of the dildo begin to breach me.
Even though it was the first time Cruz was using the toy on me, it wasn’t the first time I’d been so close to riding the edge of orgasming and not being allowed to take my pleasure. It was something Cruz liked to torture me with often, especially when the noise in my head got particularly loud.
And today it was practically screaming at me.
So I wasn’t at all surprised that Cruz had spent the better part of an hour blowing, finger-fucking and rimming me until I was calling him every name in the book in the hopes he’d get frustrated and fuck me hard and fast. But the man had nerves of steel.
Something I was actuallyverygrateful for, since I hadn’t evenonce given thought to what I needed to do tomorrow. I’d been stressing about it for nearly two weeks, and while Cruz had tried to reassure me that my dad wouldn’t be angry with me when I told him I had no desire to keep running the investment firm, I’d still only been able to see the decision as me somehow failing both of my fathers. Cruz had done his best to keep me on an even keel as I’d waffled back and forth on the decision and when he wasn’t drugging me with mind-numbing sex, he was listening to my every worry and fear and letting me talk it out to my heart’s content. And when it came to other topics that I was still trying to navigate my way through, like the peace I was trying to make in my heart with Declan Barretti, he listened, but he never urged me in one direction or the other.
But Cruz clearly had something special planned for today, because the dildo was a new development. It wasn’t very big, certainly nowhere near as big as Cruz, but when he’d shown it to me, I hadn’t missed the fact that it had a vibrating bullet in the tip.
I managed to follow Cruz’s instructions and luxuriated in his praise as he pushed the well-lubed dildo in and out of me a few times until it was finally seated all the way inside of me. But the second he turned the thing on, all his commands flew out the window and I began humping the pillow he’d pushed under my hips to lift my ass in the air. His big hand landed heavily on my ass and then he was pressed against my back, his hips pushing the dildo deeper into me.
“Did you forget something, baby?” he asked, his voice like silk.
“Too good,” I ground out.
“You know what this means,” he said as he reached his hand between us and began to pull the dildo out.
No fucking way. I wouldn’t survive it if he started the whole process over yet again.
“No, Cruz, I’ll do better,” I vowed as I turned my head. He gave me what I wanted and kissed me hard and fast. Then his lips gentled.
“You should see how beautiful you look, El,” he murmured against the shell of my ear. “But you know what, my beautiful boy?”
“Wh… what?” I managed to rasp.
“That gorgeous ass still looks too empty.”
I groaned as his words sank in. There was no way he was talking about…
Cruz chose that moment to up the vibration on the dildo and began thrusting his hips against mine. He reared back and grabbed both my globes with his hands and used his dick to pump the dildo deeper into me. The orgasm began to build in my balls and I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop it, but before I could say anything, Cruz released me and turned off the vibration. My body collapsed in a heap on the bed and it was all I could do to keep dragging in enough oxygen to keep from passing out. I heard the snick of the cap on the lube and knew what was coming next.
I craved it, even as I feared it a little.
But my trust in Cruz was absolute. It hadn’t wavered even once in the weeks since he’d admitted I gave him so many of the very things he gave me.
While our sex life was off-the-charts crazy and alternated between rough quickies in the shower or on my kitchen table to long, drawn-out encounters like the one tonight to slow, sensual lovemaking that took my breath away every time, our actual “dating life” couldn’t have been more low-key. It turned out that Cruz was a homebody like me and, more often than not, we sat in front of the television playing Assassin’s Creed, binge-watching shows on Netflix, or losing ourselves in cheesy B-rated horror movies that had us laughing out loud more than anything else. We’d spent nearly every single night together, usually at my place only because it was closer to my work, and when he wasn’t working a case, it wasn’t unusual for him to meet me for lunch.
It turned out Cruz’s breakfast-for-dinner obsession applied to lunch too.
All in all, our compatibility sometimes scared me because it was almost too easy. I often found myself waiting for the other shoe to drop, but Cruz kept reassuring me that even if it did, he wasn’t going anywhere.
And I believed him.
Cruz’s hand palmed my ass in a gentle caress. “Whose ass is this, baby?” he murmured.
“Yours,” I said without hesitation. “Only yours, Cruz.”
