Dynasty (Boys of Winter 1)

His hands roam over my body as I work my small fist up and down, listening to the sound of his moans and letting him tell me exactly what he wants, but when his hands start pulling at my wet clothes, I can no longer resist.

He strips me naked, and while I won’t completely give in to him … just yet, I don’t see why I can’t enjoy myself too. After all, I’m the one who’s been wronged here. It’s only fair that he makes it up to me.

Cruz’s hands roam over my body, touching and exploring every inch of me as my hand works his cock. He pinches my nipple, cups my breasts, and strokes his strong fingers over my skin, making me come alive under his touch.

The familiar burn begins building within me, proving that he knows exactly what he’s doing. He hasn’t even really touched me yet. How does he already have me so on edge?

My pussy aches, desperate for his touch, and as if reading my body, his hand goes to slip down between my legs, but I pull myself away, shaking my head. “Uh-uh,” I say, meeting his eyes with a seductive smile pulling at my lips. “Not for you.”

“What?” he groans, the devastation clear on his face.

“Not after your bullshit today,” I explain, slowly turning and showing off my body as I keep my hand moving against his cock. I look back over my shoulder. “You can look, but you can’t touch.”

A deep, guttural growl pulls from within him and a satisfied smile tears across my face. Now, why the hell did that feel so good?

Cruz leans into my back, dipping his head over my shoulder and gently biting it as he comes to terms with the fact that he won’t get to make me come, but that doesn’t mean that I’m a complete monster. He can still enjoy the rest of my body.

His hands roam over me as I grind my ass back into him, loving the feel of his strong body pressed up against mine. His arms circle my waist, his hands teasing my breasts, flicking my nipples until they’re tight, pained buds.

Desperately needing a release, my hand trails down my body, skimming over my stomach, and traveling down until my fingers are rubbing over my soaking clit. I groan with instant satisfaction and knowing that Cruz’s eyes are on me only makes it better.

My head tilts back and he instantly takes advantage of my neck, kissing it with everything he’s got and making me squirm as my name is whispered through his lips.

His hand covers mine over his cock, and he squeezes it tight, kicking up the speed and bringing me even closer. Needing more, I slip two fingers deep inside and fuck myself as his other hand squeezes my breast. “Fuck, Cruz,” I pant, wishing that I wasn’t so fucking stubborn and would just bend over and let him slam his thick cock deep inside of me.

I rub my thumb over my clit, hitting it just how I like it, only it’s so much better with Cruz’s hands on my body. My orgasm builds and as Cruz’s lips fall back to my neck in the sensitive spot just beneath my ear, I cum on my fingers, clenching down hard and groaning his sweet, sweet name.

“Holy shit,” I pant, slowly pulling my fingers out of my soaking pussy as Cruz continues to watch me, both our hands still roaming up and down his long, hard cock. I go to rinse my hand under the stream of water, but Cruz grabs my wrist before I can, spinning me to face him in the process.

His eyes bore into mine, and before I even realize what he’s doing, he sucks my fingers into his mouth, licking them clean until there’s not a drop of me left. A deep groan travels up his throat and I feel it vibrate against my fingers. “I knew you would be fucking sweet,” he murmurs as my fingers slide out of his mouth, making everything clench deep inside of me.

I press up into him. “Do you want to see just how sweet I can be?”

His brows raise and before he even has a chance to respond, I drop to my knees, letting the water slam against my back. I take his thick cock in my hands, needing both because he’s just that big. Keeping my hooded gaze on his, I take him deep into my mouth, feeling him slam against the back of my throat. As I take him deeper, circling his tip with my tongue and loving the way he groans with pleasure, his fingers knot into my hair.

My head bobs up and down, and as his hold tightens in my hair, he comes hard with a deep guttural moan. His cum hits the back of my throat and I swallow until there’s nothing left for me to take, and then just like that, I get back to my feet, press a kiss to his cheek, and silently step out of his shower.