Cruz (Dark and Dirty Sinners' MC #5) - Serena Akeroyd Page 0,34
a gush of wind bellowed between my legs.
“W-What are you doing?” I cried out, but I kept my head down.
“Figure I should let you decide if you need me or if this piece of silicone will do it for you.”
He sounded cold.
Calm.
At ease.
By contrast, I was overheated, stressed, and overwrought.
Goddamn, why was he so unpredictable?
Any other man, I’d know he wouldn’t walk out because he hadn’t gotten his yet. But Cruz was more interested in me getting mine than he was with his own release.
I’d learned that the hard way right from the very beginning.
“N-No, I don’t want you to go anywhere.”
“Then why buy it?”
“Because I needed to know.”
“Know what?”
“If I’d changed.”
More silence. But the door didn’t close.
“Have you?”
“No.”
“Do you want me to help you?”
“Yes.”
He hummed. “Your communication skills are lacking.”
I blinked. “They are?”
“Yes.” He closed the door. “You’re an attention seeker.”
Outrage filled me. “I am not.”
“Yes. You are.”
I frowned. “I’m not.” I didn’t care if he was holding that damn ruler or not. I so totally wasn’t a fucking attention seeker.
“It’s okay,” he said, sounding amused. “Now I know, I can deal with you better.” His hand went to my waistband and, out of nowhere, I heard the flick of a flip knife. My heart boomed in my ears as the cold metal tip pressed into my skin at the base of my back, not hard enough to penetrate but for me to feel the steel before he lifted it and ran the blade through my pants.
Within seconds, I could feel the air against my slit. And knowing the metal was so close to the molten hot heat of my cunt was enough to make me breathless.
The vibrator flopped out, falling to the floor as, with my yoga pants suddenly crotchless, he grabbed the slit he’d made and pulled it wider open. His knuckles brushed my pussy, but he didn’t make a noise, didn’t utter a sound as he registered how wet I was. The vibrations continued, the toy fluttering against the floor as if it was a dying fish until he picked it up and pressed it directly to my clit. It was one of those sucker ones, and how he unerringly found the right position had my eyes rolling back into my head.
“You have my attention, Indy,” he said smoothly, “what are you going to do with it now that you have it?”
I had no answer, but I knew he was waiting on one. I jerked up, my hips rocking high as I tried to fuck the toy he was holding, and he let me.
God, he let me.
Until I was coming again.
The air was stolen from my lungs, a flood of heat powered through me, and as I screamed out my release, he pulled the toy away so I was fucking air and switched off the vibrator.
He loomed over me then, getting to his feet as I caught my breath. “I want you on your hands and knees, Indy. You’re going to crawl on all fours into the bedroom.”
I should have argued, but I didn’t. Feeling drugged from the pleasure that was still rocketing around my system like a demented wasp in a cardboard box, I sluggishly righted myself, stacking my hands under my shoulders as I began crawling.
My knees ached the second they connected with the wooden floor, and I grimaced as, with each movement, my pussy lips brushed together, sending sparks through my system.
When I made it, I wasn’t sure what hurt worse. My joints or my pussy from how empty it felt.
Christ, I’d somehow managed to cockblock myself. That was definitely a feat.
“Onto the bed, on your knees, face to the comforter. Pussy facing the door.”
I did as bid, registering how unalike the furtive fumblings I’d had in the past this was, and when I assumed the position, I shivered when he said, “Show me that pretty cunt. Spread your lips wide, Indy.”
Gulping, I reached between my legs and slipped my fingers between my labia. Carefully pulling the petals of my sex apart, I bared myself to him.
“How much of my attention do you think you can handle, Indy?”
He always said my name.
I wasn’t sure if he knew how much I appreciated that.
“Indy?” he repeated.
“I-I want all your attention.”
“I don’t think you do. Otherwise you’d have called me instead of buying a vibrator.”
“I wasn’t cheating on you,” I rasped.
“No? Is your pussy easily replaced with one of the pussies at the clubhouse?”
Tension whipped at me. “No.” I knew my voice was stony, and for