What They Don't Know (Won't Hurt Them Trilogy #1) (32 page)

“Cruz, I—” He
silences me with one finger. His kisses are turning into licks as he
reaches to my navel. His tongue circles it a few times before he nips
me with his lips, then his teeth.

“Ahh, Cruz...” I'm
almost breathless. He's teasing me and I don't know how much more I
can take.

He runs his fingers up
the inside of my thighs. He parts my legs. The cool air he blows
sends a sensation directly to my sex that makes me shiver. He dips
his head between my thighs as he looks up at me. His stare is so
intent that I can see the question in his eyes. His stare has
quickened my breathing.

“Cruz, please.”

He leisurely licks my
opening, up to my clit while still staring at me. I close my eyes.
His actions are too much for me right now. He starts to hum into me and the vibration coming from his throat has me on edge. Cruz
rubs my pussy while his mouth is still assaulting it. He pushes one
finger in my entrance while stroking me still with his tongue. I'm
losing it on the bed. It's beginning to be too much, the feverish
rush, the tiny vibrations of his humming, the stroking of his tongue,
and the penetration of his finger... just him, it's too much.

“Cruz, stop teasing
me, please.” He pulls his finger from my entrance and replaces it
with his tongue. The way he's tonguing me feels like a pussy massage
and I'm almost at my breaking point.

“Cruz,” I moan as I
grab at the bedding. I'm so close, I feel like I'm about to burst. He
does something that could cause a bedroom brawl between us. He stops.
Motherfucker! He looks up at me and my body's doing something else
I've never felt.

It's as if I've been
pulled from my orgasm, but my body is reacting like it's not. It's
hard to comprehend and explain. Cruz gets up from his current
position and kneels in front of me. He unbuckles his belt. He’s
still staring at me like he has something to prove. I'm lying there,
body tingling and a bit exhausted from my non-orgasm.

Removing his slacks, he
reaches in the pocket and pulls condoms from them. In front of me
with no discretion or shyness about it, he covers his cock, still
staring at me.

His eyes are low and
dark. I feel I need to say something. “Cruz?”

“Shhh,” he says. He
lowers himself on top of me and takes my mouth again. I'm reluctant
about this now. Cruz separates my legs with his knees. His hand is
kneading my breast while he grinds his cock against my middle. I'm so
wet I can feel the moistness on the condom. He's so hard that he
could get me off alone with just grinding on me. Kissing is not my
thing but somehow it feels good with Cruz. His circling of my nipple
with his finger has made it tender. Not to mention what he's done to
my body. He takes my nipple into his mouth to distract me from what's
about to happen. Cruz sucks harder on my nipple and lightly bites it.
Not enough to hurt but it’s quick pain. Although not like the pain
when his cock enters me on one quick thrust. It catches me off guard
and I inhale a gasp of air because he's stretching me to the point
where he has to stop. He's leaning on his forearms, his eyes closed
as he withdraws his cock from me slowly.

I can see his eyes
rolling, he still doesn't make a sound. He pushes forward again but
this time he hisses and so do I. I can tell he's trying to be gentle;
he's moving slowly, but it feels good. I'm so wet it's allowing him
to enter me smoothly. He still hasn't gone deep. I'm not sure he can.
He’s stretched me to the point of pain, but it still feels so damn
good. This is blowing my mind, he moving like a masseur. His dick is
massaging my pussy. This guy's technique isn't just thrust for
thrust. He makes his cock lift up while he's inside me. I can feel
the throb as he thrusts upward in me.

“Oh God, Cruz. Harder
please.” He obliges, not only does he thrust harder; he picks up
speed. Still he hasn't balled out. I wrap my legs around him tighter
so that he’ll go deeper, but he doesn't. My body is building to its
climax; my walls are clenching his cock, and he whispers into my ear.

“Give me it, honey,
give me it. Tell me where you’re going to give it to me.” He
bites my ear and it sends a spark through my body. He's fucking me
harder. My body can't take anymore. “Give it, Bria.”

He reaches between us
and puts pressure on my clit and I may have gone into cardiac arrest.
Spent isn't the word that describes my orgasm. I blank out but my
legs are shaking; I can’t feel them. My stomach is doing that
convulsing thing, and I know I've had an out of body experience.

He's still thrusting
with his cock-jerking action. It's hitting my G-spot.

“Oh, my God, Cruz!”
I shout. I'm shaking but he's not stopping. My body has had enough.
I'm sure he just broke it and shattered it into a million tiny,
tingling pieces.

“Oh, oh shit, Cruz,
please stop.” I can't breathe. He's hitting that same spot over and
over. He's breathing hard now and he's taken his lips away from my
body. He places his head beside my head as he hides his face. I'm not
sure why, but I can't focus on that because I'm coming again.

“Cruz, I coming,” I
say, still breathless.

“Give it to me, Bria…
where? Where are you going to give it to me, Bria? Huh?” he
demands, out of breath.

“On your cock, Cruz,”
I moan. I’m undone completely. This time I feel wetter than normal.
He hits my G-spot again and brings stars to my eyes. He thrusts one
more time and pulls out of me. He rips the condom off quickly. Cruz
is trying to contain himself; he's shaking on top of me. I wrap my
arms around him, but he jerks away and removes himself from me.... He
has his head down on the pillow beside me, still shaking. I'm
thinking his orgasm lasted longer than mine did. He gets up from the
bed quickly, condom in hand. I rub the area where he was lying. It's
not wet. He ripped the condom off before he came.
Maybe
he didn't
. That's odd; he shook like he had an orgasm. Did
he fake it? Oh, God, he faked it. There should be some evidence of
Cruz's release because I refuse to believe he’s faked an orgasm
with me... with me.

I try to get up from
the bed, but my legs are like noodles. I wait a few minutes before I
attempt it again. I lift myself from this big-ass bed. I tip toe into
the bathroom. I can hear Cruz's breathing as I get closer. He's in
the shower stroking his cock like before. I grab a washcloth to clean
myself, but Cruz grabs my hand and pulls me into the shower with him.

“Bria, please, no
questions tonight.” I say nothing as he washes me with the towel
he's using. He kisses me on my forehead. “Fucking amazing,” he
says as he smiles and I melt at his gesture.

“Cruz?”

“Bria, no questions
tonight, please.”

I laugh. “I just want
you to pass me the shampoo.” He lowers his forehead to mine and
laughs.

“Okay, honey.”

I awaken in the early
morning with Cruz staring at me. It's not even daylight. He's turned
on his side resting his head on his arm. I put my hand over my mouth
because morning breath can be a turn off.

“Why are you up?” I
say through my hand.

“Why are you up,
Bria? Wait,” he says as he puts his hand over his mouth.

“Why argh you uph,
Bhreah?” We laugh at his imitation of me.

“I felt you staring
at me.”

“Is that so?” He
leans and kisses me on the shoulder.

“Did you sleep at
all?”

“I did,” he says.

I have so many
questions but I only want to ask one. “Cruz?”

“Hmmm?” he answers.

“Why didn't you tell
me you were going to Chicago?”

He closes his eyes.
“Bria, I had things to take care of there.”

“What are we doing,
Cruz?”

“Lying down, Bria.”

“No. I mean this,
what is this?”

He shrugs.

“That's it, you don't
know?”

“Bria, I can't answer
that right now.”

“So, is this just
sex? Is this you collecting on what Bryant owes you?”

“Bria, stop it.”

“No. Tell me what
this is?” He's silent. “Get the fuck out, Cruz.” My voice is
harsh, and I'm trying not to get upset.

“Bria, you don't even
know what the fuck
you
want.” He spits evil at me saying this. “You walk around
professing that you don't want a relationship. How it's messy and
complicated. I'm not Bryant, Bria. I'm not going to chase you until
I'm in love and can't have you, because it's not what you want. Yeah…
you were the deal breaker.” I jump from the bed because I don't
want to hear what he's saying. He follows. “No! You’re going to
face this.” He grabs my arm.

“Let go of me, Cruz.”
I push away from him.

“Bria, if you walk
away from me, I promise you, you'll regret it.”

I turn to face him. “I
guess I'll regret it then.” I leave him standing in my bedroom. I
go to my spare bedroom. Cruz doesn't follow.

I'm so pissed right now
I can't sleep.

“How dare he?” I
lie in the guest room. Eventually I fall back asleep.

When I awake it’s
daylight. Holy shit, what time is it? My body feels relaxed but my
lower lady is still tender. I walk into the hall and there's an eerie
quietness in my house.

There's an envelope on
my counter. It looks like documents. I open them to see what they
are. It's a copy of Bryant's presentation and sale.

Holy shit, what is
this? Why is my name on these documents? There’s also a check made
out for a million fucking dollars. There isn’t a remittance too. Is
this how much this sale is costing? I’m not sure why, but there’s
a section where a clause is very noticeable. In the event Bryant or
Cruz can't make decisions solely, it is up to me to make them on
their behalf.

Wait it looks like it
has been changed. This is today's date. What the hell time is it. I
jog to my bedroom to grab my phone it's 10 after 9.

Okay so I'm not that
late for work. I rush into my bathroom to assess my hair. It isn't
that bad, nothing flat ironing won't fix. I notice the condom Cruz
used last night; it doesn't have any semen in it. I'm confused... he
looked like he had an orgasm. Shit, I can't deal with that right now.
I can't focus. I need to text Cruz to figure out what those papers
are.

Fifteen minutes pass
and I don't hear back from Cruz. I almost forgot I texted him. I
check my phone and still nothing.

Then I notice my phone
day reads Saturday, that's pisses me off even more because I received
nothing from Cruz.

Half of the day is gone
and I hear nothing from Cruz. My phone chimes and I quickly check it.
It's Stone.

Oh, my God, I forgot
about his event.

I do, he answers on one
ring.

“Hey, Stone, how's it
going?”

“Great, boss, I'm in
route to you now.”

“Okay, I'll see you
when you get here.”

“Okay, would you like
anything?”

“No, I'm fine—”

He cuts me off. “Well,
I know that,” Stone says.

I laugh. “Just get
here, mister.”

“All right, I'll see
you shortly.”

I check the texts I
heard ding while I was on the phone with Stone.

I have to consider
this... I'm not a fan of Bryant's right now.

I don't like where this
might go. I reply.

* * *

Stone calls to inform
me he’s at my office. I send him back a quick text to let him know
I'm running late. I know it’s bad business, but I totally forgot I
asked him to come to my office on my day off. I get dressed in
milliseconds and freshen my mouth, because morning breath is not the
impression I want to make. I could have asked Stone to come to my
home, but I'm not that comfortable with him yet.

I get there and I'm
greeted at the door with a hug from Stone. I let the both of us in
and lock the doors behind me.

“Let me show you to
my office.” When we get there, he has an astonished look on his
face.

“So this is where Ms.
B makes it all happen?” he says while still looking around.

“No, I do all that
from the comfort of my bed.”

“Your bed? Sounds
nice.”

“Stop it, Stone,” I
say as I begin to blush. He holds up his hands in surrender.

“So tell me, how was
everything? The hotel, the setup? Did she enjoy herself?”

He smiles. “She did,
but slow down. I can’t keep up.” He laughs.

“I haven't even had
my morning coffee yet, so you're lucky.”

“Wow, do you ever
come up for air?”

“Well... I do, but in
different situations,” I say seductively.

“Oh... hmm, sounds
like something worth discovering,” he says, stepping closer to me.
I remember I can't get involved with this man. So I take a step back
to open some distance. Too much of him and I'll find myself sprawled
across my desk. Just the thought has me warm.