Dynasty (Boys of Winter 1)

Cruz grins and presses his lips to mine, his skilled tongue dipping inside my mouth and driving me wild with need. “I’ve been dreaming about making you come on my tongue ever since you sucked my cock and swallowed every last drop.”

His words speak right to me and have my pussy clenching, ready to go again, and he doesn’t miss a thing. “Do you like that?” he questions, curling his arm around my waist and lifting me off him until I’m on my knees beside him. “You like it when I talk like that?”

I bite down on my lip and groan as I nod, not capable of finding the words to describe just how hot it makes me. Cruz gets up and positions himself right behind me, on a lower step, until his cock is level with my ass.

I lean forward, offering myself up like a Thanksgiving turkey and as he pulls my hips back, he pushes deep inside of me, instantly hitting the spot. Cruz growls and my pussy clenches around him, needing so much more. I push back against the step and as he slams into me again, I take him so much deeper.

His pace picks up, and just when I think I can’t take it anymore, Cruz pushes my knees wider apart and hits me at a new angle.

Sweat begins to coat our bodies as he fucks me hard, giving me exactly what I need. “Rub that clit, baby. I want to see you touch yourself.”

Not one to disappoint, my hand slips between my legs and I furiously work my clit as he slams into me. My body is on edge, quickly building like a raging fire. I won’t last much longer.

Cruz’s fingers dig into my hips and I push back even further, listening to his growl of appreciation, and just as he grunts a loud “OH, FUCK,” and I feel his hot seed spurting deep inside of me, I come around him, clenching down on his hard cock and collapsing down onto the stairs.

Cruz comes down with me, pulling me back onto his lap to avoid squishing me into the hard stairs as I desperately try to catch my breath. “Holy shit, Cruz,” I pant, dropping my hand onto his chest and spreading my fingers to claim as much skin as possible. I feel the rapid beat of his heart beneath my hand and feel myself pressing harder into him, somehow not feeling nearly close enough.

His hand rests against my lower back, his other on my thigh. “That was …”

“Yeah,” I laugh, unable to stop the satisfied grin from stretching across my face.

He meets my eyes, his face all kinds of soft and sweet and I watch as something changes in his gaze, something a little more serious than I was ready for. “Listen, I wanted to talk to you,” he murmurs, his hand on my thigh gently rubbing up and down. “You know, about us.”

My eyes narrow. “I thought we talked about us yesterday?”

“We did,” he says. “But that was with King, and now that I’ve got you all alone, I want to talk … just us.”

“Oh yeah?” I question, pressing into him and gently brushing my lips over his. “Why do I feel like I’m about to get in trouble?”

A smirk settles across his lips. “You’re not, but I can treat you like a bad girl if that’s what you want.”

I lick my lips, more than onboard with the idea. “Oh, yeah?”

“Mmhmm,” he grumbles. “But let me get this out first.” My brows furrow and I pull back just a bit to see his face better, watching as a strange nervousness flickers through his eyes. “I want you to know that I’m in,” he finally tells me. “I like you, Winter, and I know you’ve got a lot going on and that you’re not really sure about what you want, but I’m here and I’m fucking sure. I don’t care how many of my friends I have to share you with, just one little piece of you is enough.”

I stare at him a moment. “I … are you sure?” I question, wondering what the hell is so special about me to deserve such a declaration.

“I’m sure,” he tells me. “A girl like you is rare, and I’m not the only one who sees it. Carver and Gray both see it, but are too fucking stubborn to admit it. King, that lucky bastard, he was smart enough to see it before anyone. I just wish that maybe I’d seen it first and then I could have had you all to myself.”

I can’t help but laugh as I slide my arm around his neck and pull him in. “Don’t you think sharing is a little exciting? Just imagine all the things we get to do.”

A grin stretches across his face. “Oh, I know,” he says. “Don’t get me wrong here. I know that despite how weird and fucked-up this little deal is, that we’re all in for an exciting ride. I just wanted to let you know that I’m not going to force you to choose, but if King does, I’m going to kick his ass and take you for myself.”