Page 26 of Caught Up In You (Indigo Royal Resort)
When she squirmed beneath his touch and let out another moan, he captured her lips in his, swallowing the sound. She kissed him back hard and fast, without any of the hesitation from the other night. Her tongue found his almost instantly, massaging it roughly and sweetly at the same time, which only stoked his own desire more. Her lips were soft and full and felt like heaven against his, making him want to never break this contact.
Moving her hand from resting on the seat between them, she reached over and patted her hand on his legs, as if she were looking for something. The repeated contact of her hand shifted his concentration only briefly, but when she found his rock-hard length, it was his turn to groan. Her hand was so little in his lap and even the thought of it wrapped around his cock made him impossibly harder. How was it that one woman had the ability to do this to him with such little effort? Grasping at his package, she gave it a little squeeze that was all he needed to let loose. It was on now.
The fingers that had just been teasing the elastic barrier quickly pulled it to the side. He found her center, hot, and oh so wet, and started to caress her folds. A moment of shock caused her to pull back from the kiss, arching her back and letting out a full-on gasp. Her eyes caught his and he could see a different kind of fire in them now. Normally the fire that was in them was fueled by anger and annoyance, but now it was fueled by lust and passion. He much preferred this look.
Continuing his assault on her center, he started kissing her again. His fingers found the little bundle of nerves that he knew she was aching for him to touch. She was so wet that his fingers easily slid across it, causing her to shift again—but this time in an attempt to make contact. He was a man on a mission, and he was going to make this last as long as he could. He wanted her to feel everything. Every little thing he did to her body, all the way from the tips of her toes to the very top of her head. The hand still grasping his cock didn’t let up, working his body into its own lustful frenzy. She started to swivel her hips in a circular motion, but he shifted his weight to make it hard for her to do so. He was the one running this show and she was at his mercy.
“Mmmmmmm,” she moaned softly.
His free hand came up to her shoulder, tugging at the strap of her dress, slipping it down her shoulder, exposing her breast. Oh fuck, she’s not wearing a bra. Her breasts were not overly large, but considering how little she was, they were more than proportionate, and they sat beautifully on her chest. Her dusty-pink nipples were already formed into little peaks and Cullen easily fit her entire breast into his hand. It felt so perfect there, like it had been made to fit in that exact space. He gave it a good squeeze before zeroing in on her nipple, rolling the taut little nub in between his fingers. She moaned again into his kiss and he loved how vocal she was. He didn’t remember her being this way before, but it was certainly a nice surprise now.
He wondered if he could fit an entire breast in his mouth, as he continued his assault both south of the border and up top. A wicked, wild grin spread across his lips as he pulled away from her slightly, leaning back in to whisper in her ear.
“Such a responsive little thing, aren’t you, Menina?” he teased her.
She ground against his hand again, lost in her own pleasure. “Just don’t stop,” she managed to say, all breathy and out of control. He could get used to seeing her this way.
“Don’t stop, you say?” he growled. “Well then, what if I just…did…this…”
With those long drawn-out words, he slid his hand down her sex, finding her entrance, still soaking wet from all his effort. He slid one large finger into her, slowly moving it back and forth, massaging her insides. She whimpered and cried out as he entered her, tightening the grip of her fingers on his cock.
“Oh, you like that, Menina? You like when I play with your pussy?”
Right now Leona had no words for all the things Cullen Cruz was making her feel. Between his mouth and his fingers and those dirty words in that delicious accent, she was surprised she wasn’t a puddle right there on the floor of the town car. He slipped a second finger inside of her as he uttered that tantalizingly dirty question, making her want to explode.
“Yes!” she cried out, louder than she in
tended. She almost didn’t recognize her voice, all raspy with desire. Who was this that was acting this way?
It was against her better judgment to let this continue. Hell, it was against her better judgment not to have stopped him the second that he put his hand on her thigh. But there wasn’t a single ounce of her right now that wanted him to stop. In fact, more than anything right now, all she wanted was for him to continue.
“Good girl, Menina. You are so wet for me,” he said, returning his mouth to her neck. He started with the openmouthed kisses again, but those quickly turned into nips and nibbles that were driving her crazy. Her body was hot all over, and she could feel the flush rising up her neck as he continued lavishing his attention there. It was as if everything was on fire and yet, all she wanted was more. She could feel the start of her orgasm forming inside her. Cruz’s dick was long and hard in her hand and she continued to stroke him. She wondered if she should try to slip her hands down his shorts and make skin-to-skin contact with the incredible beast she knew he housed down there, but she couldn’t get her arm at quite the right angle to do so.
It’d been ten very long years since she’d felt his hands on her body, and this was better than all her memories and fantasies combined. There was just something about the way he touched her that made her come alive. Made her feel like every nerve ending in her body was there just so he could touch her. It wasn’t like these last ten years had been a drought either. Thanks to Carlos she’d had more than her fair share of toe-curling moments. But nothing Carlos did revved her up the way that Cullen Cruz could by simply saying her name.
Arching her back, she swiveled her hips, trying to get his hand to make contact with her clit again. But he knew what he was doing and would only make the lightest of contact, just grazing it ever so lightly. Every time he did, he’d drive her wild, inching her closer and closer to the edge, and she could tell that he was eating this up. His mouth moved from her neck down to her chest, taking her right breast into his mouth. His tongue made quick work of finding her nipple and circling it quickly. Oh, fuck. He was going to made her come hard, and soon, if he kept that up.
“Yes, yes,” she said, unable to stop the words as they spilled from her lips. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, please.”
“Oh, don’t you worry, Menina. I have no intention of stopping. Not until your pretty little pussy comes all over my hand.”
With those words, all her wishes were granted and his thumb found her clit as the two fingers that were inside her found their magic spot as well, making her heart rate pick up even more. He lightly bit down on her nipple as he upped the ante on his mission down below, and what had been the start of her orgasm was now in full-on build mode and there was nothing she could do to stop it, even if she had wanted to.
“Come for me, Menina,” he commanded, and just like that, she fell apart.
It was as if he muttered some magic words, and suddenly all the intense pleasures she was feeling all over collided into one, rocking her world. Her eyes clamped shut and she saw stars as he continued to play with her sex and love on her breast. She had no idea if she cried out or not; she was too far gone into her own little world to have any real idea what was going on around her.
It took her a moment to come down from the incredible high that Cruz had sent her on. She felt him remove his hand, but she didn’t bother to open her eyes to see what he was doing with it. She righted her dress, unable to even think about making eye contact with him. What they had just done was so beyond inappropriate, yet all she could think about was returning the favor.
Before either of them had a chance to say anything, the town car came to a stop, and Saul’s voice came through a little speaker in the ceiling.
“We’ve arrived back at the Indigo Royal, Mr. Cruz,” the older gentleman informed them.
Reaching across her again, this time without grazing her breasts, he responded with another little button on the door. “Thanks, Saul.”
“Menina,” he said.
“Thank you for the ride, Mr. Cruz,” she said quickly, reaching for the door handle. She opened the car door and piled out as fast as her body could.
