I start walking back down the street with a skip in my step. I’ve never been so proud of myself. Sure, it was probably the most messed up thing I’ve ever done, and that point is proven as I have to step over the bloodstains left on the sidewalk. I hate that children bore witness to my antics, but I can’t find it in myself to regret it.
I stuck it to the assholes who did this to me and because of that, I feel more alive than ever before.
Up ahead of me, I see Cruz coming down the sidewalk and I pick up my pace, not going too fast as I can’t risk exerting myself and breathing too deeply, otherwise my lungs are going to curse me out for the rest of the day.
Cruz meets me in the middle, and before I can say a damn word, he grabs my hand and pulls me toward the massive gates of the house right beside us. He quickly hashes in a code and before the gate has even fully opened, he’s pulling me through.
“What are you doing?” I laugh as he drags me right around the corner of the gate and all but throws me into the bushes beside it, keeping me hidden. I realize that this is the second time in as many days that I’ve been in the bushes with one of the guys, hiding just inside the gates.
“I’ve got to have you,” he rumbles, his voice thick with desire as his eyes roam over my face. “Do you have any fucking idea how hot it was watching you riding up and down the road in these tight as fuck leather pants, owning those motherfuckers? I have to fuck, and this time, I’m not sharing.”
A grin pulls across my face as I grab hold of him and pull him even closer, slamming my back up against the inside pillar of the gate, making sure that the bushes keep us hidden from the rest of the world. “You, Cruz Danforth, can have me anyway you want me.”
Cruz groans low with need as his hands find the front of my pants and begin undoing the fly. As my pants make their way down my legs, I can’t help but peer around to figure out whose gate we’re about to fuck against.
I suck in a breath. “This is your place.”
“Mmhmm,” he rumbles, pressing his body hard against mine and letting me feel just how desperate he is for my body. “I’ll take you for a tour later if you’d like, but for now, I need to worship your body.”
A soft groan purrs from within my chest and Cruz instantly raises his head to meet my heated gaze. “Don’t worry, I’ll be careful with you. I know you’re hurting.”
I shake my head. “You be as fucking rough as you need to. I’ll deal with the fall out after, you hear me?” I demand. “Give me what I need.”
He winks. “You got it, babe. Right after I spread those pretty thighs and taste your sweet cunt on my tongue.”
A thrill shoots through me and just like that, my pants disappear from my legs and Cruz’s hands find my waist. He lifts me up onto a ledge beside the pillar, and it puts my pussy directly in line with his face. His eyes flame with desire and I hold onto the ledge with both hands, watching intently as he slowly spreads my legs, putting me on display.
My tongue rolls along my lips and I run my fingers around the back of his head, more than ready to pull him in if he doesn’t get on with it and do it himself. But I can always count on Cruz to give me exactly what I need, right when I need it.
He licks his lips as excitement bubbles in his eyes, and not a second later, his tongue rolls over my clit and I suck in a breath, my eyes glued to the scene below. What is it about watching a man’s tongue teasing my clit that gets me so hot?
He slips his fingers in and my legs instantly wrap around his head, squeezing him in and holding him close. I feel his smile against my pussy, and it spurs me on. “Fuck, Cruz. Yes,” I pant, desperately wishing that I could scream his name.
His tongue works like he’ll never get to taste my pussy again, bringing me to the edge and then pushing me further. His fingers massage deep inside me and I have no choice but to clench my eyes and groan as my fingers knot into his hair.
God, I’d give anything to drop to my knees before him and curl my lips around his hard, thick cock and be his little whore.
Cruz pushes me further until I feel that familiar pull building deep inside me. My pussy clenches in anticipation and he picks up his pace, reading my body like a fucking book. His tongue is like magic, giving me exactly what I didn’t know I needed, working me as I pull tighter on his hair, holding him closer to my aching cunt. “Ooooh, God,” I groan, feeling it building tighter and tighter, my pants coming in short, sharp breaths. “Yes, Cruz. FUCK, YES!”