Cruz (Dark and Dirty Sinners' MC #5) - Serena Akeroyd Page 0,152

was a wonder it fit inside his ribcage.

I made my way down there, tracing the outline, trying to kiss the ‘boo-boos’ better like he had mine, before I took what I needed and nicked the firm ripeness of his pec. He didn't even jolt, so I nipped the other side even harder which made him grunt under his breath.

He didn't stop me though, didn't grab my hair or drag me away as I moved to torment the other side.

Sucking on his nipple, I flitted the tip of my tongue around the tiny point, leaving it erect under my ministrations.

Nibbling on it, not nasty enough to hurt, I started my way down again, over bruised flesh, along the line of his abs, around the divots of his six-pack, enjoying just how fucking sexy this man was.

He wore just a pair of boxer briefs, having stripped down earlier thanks to the positioning of his tattoo. My brand on him. The elastic edged down at an angle, cupping the family jewels, preserving his modesty.

Although, why he bothered to preserve it, I'd never know. I'd seen every inch of him, kissed every inch of him.

The thought amused me, because I realized he had to have done it for my benefit. Still, it gave me easy access now so I wasn't about to complain.

Dragging the waist down, I found a dick that was throbbing with his own need. The sight made my mouth water, because even though he was so still that it was almost like he wasn't enjoying what I was doing, I had the proof of his response to me right in front of my eyes.

Before he could complain or grumble, I attacked. Pursing my lips, gathering saliva in my mouth, I let a long strand trail down his cock, moving my head so that the line of spit seeped down his length. Then, I pressed a kiss to the tip before I opened my lips and began to slurp him down.

He tasted like Cruz. Like the soap he used, the faint fragrance still there even though it was late, and as I made it all the way down, so my nose was buried in his groin, he scented even more like the man I loved.

He was a big man, but I was used to blow jobs, used to using them as a means of getting guys off so they’d leave me alone.

But at that moment, I cherished his dick. Gave him everything I'd never given another man, needing him to know he was special to me. Needing him to know what he gave me, and what he’d lose if he made a dumb-fuck decision. I wasn’t impatient, I savored. I enjoyed every inch of him. Reveling in my ability to please him, as arousal had him tensing, muscles bunching deliciously as I gave him what he always gave me.

Moving my hand so I could cup his balls, I rolled them in my palm, just waiting for the moment... That wonderful moment he snapped.

When it came, it was wondrous. A thousand times more enticing than anything I'd done before.

Making me realize that, as much as I enjoyed him like this, I loved the other side of him. The side that grabbed my hair, that curled it around his fist before he tipped my head back.

Every move he made took me to the brink of pain, and a slight sting did—as it always would—grounded me.

Made me feel the earth beneath my feet, an earth I shared with him.

He dragged my head back, growling under his breath, "Are you teasing me, Indy?"

I shuddered at that note in his voice, a note I recognized from upstairs. But we'd never done this at my workstation, ever, and call me stupid, but it made it just that little bit more delicious.

I rubbed my thighs together, reveling in how it pushed my pussy lips together, revealing just how wet I was.

The ache in my roots shot straight to my clit, and that bite of pain had me quivering as I whispered, "I'm sorry."

"I. Don’t. Believe. You."

Each word was punctuated, and each punctuation was like his fingers attacking my clit. I groaned, unable to stop the sound from escaping me, even though I knew it would likely annoy him.

It wasn't that he didn't enjoy my pleasure, because if he didn’t, he wouldn't work so damn hard to unravel me, but he didn't want it now.

He hauled me up by my hair, which had a yelp escaping me as I quickly