Someone to Love(60)

He slides down to the distal end of the bed and sinks a kiss just under my belly before gliding further south as if he had a far more intimate location in mind to grace me with his lips.

“Whoa.” I hike up my elbows as a surge of panic rails through me. I try to reel him back by the wrist, but he rides his hands lower and presses my knees apart. Cruise buries the hot of his mouth over the most intimate part of my body before I can protest, and I let out a cry as his tongue rides over me.

A breath gets trapped in my lungs from the erotic shock. Cruise devours me at a quickened pace, and I dig my fingers in his hair as the room spins out of control. Cruise loses himself in me for a blissful eternity—hours, weeks, until a surge of pleasure rockets through me that redefines ecstasy on a whole new level. My back arches as my muscles spasm, leaving me to quake uncontrollably. Cruise sweeps soft kisses over my belly, and I cinch my legs together hard, still reeling from the oscillatory pitch of Cruise’s love.

He gives a husky laugh as he swims back up and lands a kiss just shy of my ear.

“You came for me.” He says it out of breath, brazenly covering my mouth with his, and I taste him, sweet and wet from his love for me.

I melt under the supervision of Cruise’s affection, stunned into a honeyed surrender. Cruise was the sky, and I was his star. I want to shine for him, to radiate all of my glory. We were writing the lyrics to the most beautiful song with our bodies, and I want us to replay the chorus well into the future.

Diamonds and wedding bouquets spray out in my eyes. Something unimaginable has suddenly become my heart’s desire.

I want nothing more than to drink down Cruise and all of his love—to tune our bodies to the same rhythm and never let this night end, never let this feeling dissolve like a vapor. What Cruise and I have is going to last. I can feel it in my bones. Cruise has found a crack in the armor. It’s only fair he stays.

I want him to.

I want Cruise Elton in my life forever.



Cruise



Kenny lies beneath me warm and wet as summer rain. I bury my face in her hair and take in her scent, linen and lilacs. My chest riots against hers as she grazes my ear with her teeth.

I slip my hands over her nipples and roll them between my fingers before sinking below her waist.

“You’re so wet.” I grin like an idiot with my lids half closed, drugged from the pent-up tension my body is unforgivably trying to release. I reach over to the dresser, and she pulls me back by the neck.

“Where you think you’re going?” It bubbles from her with a laugh. Kenny shines a killer smile up at me, her pale eyes flashing with lust.

“I need to get something. You know, keep us safe—protected.”

She slips her hand around my dick and pulls me in like a leash.

“Hold that thought,” I choke out the words.

“You don’t need anything,” she rasps it out, low and sultry. “I’m on the pill.”

“You are?” I’m shocked. A girl like Kenny doesn’t strike me as the type to voluntarily put her cherries on ice, especially when she’s not utilizing the parts necessary to protect. I remember some girl telling me once she had been on it since the seventh grade to keep her periods in check. Maybe that’s why. Either way, I don’t plan on over-analyzing the situation.

I dive back down with a kiss, thrusting my tongue around her mouth as if we were waging battle. She wraps her legs around my waist and tries to guide me into her body, but I tease both her and my cock over the warm slick I’ve induced in her.

She lets out a whimper and pushes her hands into the small of my back, so I cave. Kenny wants this. She’s pleading for it, and I plan on obliging her in every way possible, tonight and every night thereafter.

I interlace our fingers and raise her hands over the pillow. Kenny blinks up at me with a breath caught in her throat. The moon bleaches her out into pale perfection, hair as dark as midnight. She bites down on her lip, looking nervous as hell and far too beautiful to be gracing my bed. Kenny is the person I’ve waited for my entire life and didn’t even know it.

I push in carefully, and her eyes blink back in ecstasy. A groan pulls from my gut as I bury myself deep inside her. I thrust in those last few inches, greedy for her to envelop me—warm and tight. Kenny lets out a gasp, and her eyes spring open. I run my tongue across her lips before collapsing my mouth over hers. I ease in and out of her body, methodic and slow, drinking down the moans of pleasure that strangle from her throat.

“Am I hurting you?” I blow the words in her ear, trying to control my breathing. It’s taking all of my strength not to drive in fast and furious like a racehorse on fire, like I want to, the way my body demands.