“Fucking stubborn.” Cross flips me onto my stomach, grips my hips and lifts them back towards him. His impressive cock is gliding through my arousal nearly making me weep. “Beg me.” He commands again.
He’s starting to piss me off. Can’t he just make me come, then I can reciprocate before we call it a day? Somehow the thought of begging him to get me off is unchartered territory. Like I’ll admit that this is a relationship when I’m not sure if I’m ready for that yet.
I pull my body away and from the surprise attack, I’m able to get Cross lying in the center of the bed as I kneel between his legs. His silent mutter of “fuck” makes me smile when I take his hot and hard length in my hand. It’s slick still from my wetness and I use it to start up a steady rhythm. As I watch my hands pump his shaft, I lean over wanting him in my mouth too badly to wait any longer.
When I pull him into my mouth I nearly come from tasting myself on him. I take as much of him in as I can, but he’s too large. Using my hand at his base, I jack him off in tandem with the bobbing of my head.
As Cross threads his hands through my hair, tugging on the root just enough to the point of pain, I suck him harder. His hips rise on the bed and I know he’s already getting close. As I feel his balls begin to pull up, I pull back.
Cross lifts his head off the bed and looks at me in bewilderment. “Fuck Syd.” Sweat beads down his chest and I’d love nothing more than to lick it off him.
“Beg.” I repeat his earlier words feeling like I’m on top of the world.
He goes to open his mouth to argue, but I bend over and lick his cock from the base, slowly all the way to the tip. As I circle around the head I feel the precum releasing from the sensation.
“I said, beg Cross.” I pull back until I’m on my knees and upright looking down at Cross who looks so angry he may explode.
In a flash, I’m on my back and Cross is hovering over me, his dick is lined up at my entrance. I shove my hips upwards making the head enter me. I try to fight and buck my hips, but he stands still. Where the hell is this willpower coming from?
With both of my hands ripped from his hips and pushed into the bed, I’m completely at his mercy.
“Beg.” He growls in my ear before licking the base of my neck all the way down to the center of my cleavage. When he pulls an aching nipple into his mouth, I lose all my fight. All I can think about is getting him inside me.
“This isn’t fair.” I whine knowing I’m seconds from giving in.
“Never said I’d play it that way.” He traces my skin with his feather soft kisses all the way to my other ear. Goosebumps erupt all over my body and I know I’ve never felt like this before. Ever. “Beg. Me.”
Cross’s mouth connects with mine and slides his cock just a fraction more inside of me. It’s a tease and he knows what it’s doing to me and I begin panting, trying to rip my arms free from his grasp. He pulls back and moves so his face is hovering over me. I’m not sure how this works, because he is freakishly tall compared to me, but we’re eye level and I can see the toll this is taking on him as well. There’s nothing but longing in his eyes and in this moment, I want to give in. I want to beg him to fuck me raw so I can be as close to him as I possibly can.
“Please…” I whisper then lean in to plant a kiss to the side of his neck. One last time I pull back and give him my eyes. “Please, fuck me Iosefa.”
A guttural groan rips from Cross’s throat as something crashes from the other room. I can’t be sure about what it is, but nobody else should be here after everyone left earlier.
Instantly, we’re in work mode. Cross pulls his hips away from me and he’s off the bed quietly stalking towards the bedroom door. I occupy the space on the opposite side of the door trying to hear if there is definitely someone still in the hotel room.
Cross communicates with his eyes and the point of his finger towards the door. He already has a gun in his hand and I quickly grab the one he placed off to the side with his clothes when he first entered the room.
He mouths one, two three… as he pulls the door open we both fly through the door unknowing who’s on the other side.
Chapter 17
Cross
“Well, this is awkward,” a far too familiar voice mumbles from somewhere beneath me.
I relax my hold on the shuddering body and although I should probably let him up, my heart is still pounding out of my chest. When we burst through that door, I hadn’t known what I was going to face. There had been a hunched figure just visible beyond the sofa and without thinking, I had jumped over the furniture and taken the intruder to the ground.
Now, as the reality set in, I found myself straddling a man, my naked junk pressed much too intimately to his ass to be called decent and although if this really was a threat I wouldn’t give a damn… it was possible my boss wouldn’t see it that way.
“Cross, this really is like one of my fantasies come to life… but do you think you could stop trying to hump my husband?”
I throw an apologetic look in Briella’s direction and quickly remove myself from Colby, who is caught somewhere between gasping for breath and pissing himself laughing.
“Don’t think I’ve ever been someone’s bitch before but I’m glad you were my first,” Colby wheezes.
“What the hell are you guys doing here,” Sydney laughs from behind me and when I turn around, she’s standing there in my discarded shirt, leaning against the doorjamb and looking completely at ease.
“Glad to see you found the time to get dressed while I was working,” I seethe, although now that my heart has chilled I’m far from angry.
She waves a hand dismissively and tilts her head in her friend’s direction. “I saw Bri immediately. Shouldn’t you be more in tune with your surroundings? You know, react on the fly and whatnot?”
“Oh man, can’t believe she went there,” Colby cough laughs as I narrow my eyes on the sassy woman.
“Anyway,” Bri continues, ever the peacemaker. “We just wanted to check the feed from Ray’s room. For some reason it keeps going wonky and we’re sure it isn’t our equipment. Sorry to, uh, catch you at a, uh, pivotal moment.”
Fuck me, I think, my head bowing with a shake. Just when things were getting interesting, I was back to blue balls. I just knew this was going to ruin any progress Syd and I had been making. I storm back into my room and throw on a pair of sweats as the girls go about checking the lines and manage to resist the urge to punch something. I’m not the violent type, despite the way I look but this situation has got me so riled up, all bets are off.
“Sorry man, if we’d known…”
I turn and silence Colby with a look before sighing with a roll of my eyes. “It’s all good. I’m starting to think this is an omen.”
He twists his mouth in that thoughtful way of his and walks further into the room. “How so? You having second thoughts about her?”
“Not even a little bit. She’s here,” I rub my chest, right above my heart. “But she isn’t there yet and every time I think maybe she could be, something gets in the way.”
Surprised, he opens his mouth to talk and promptly shuts it again. “Cross… are you… actually talking about your feelings? Wow, fame has seriously changed you.”
Laughing, I aim a perfectly timed punch to his gut that shuts the fucker up. “Yeah well, don’t fuck with the king of the skins.”
“Damn,” he groans. “I think we’ll head out. I can’t handle any more of your sex deprived punishments.”
He scrambles towards the door but stops before he walks through it. “For what it’s worth, I think she is ready. Just let her take the lead.”
“That’s your advice huh?”
He shrugs. “Don’t mock, it works. Bitches love to lead.”
With a slap to the back, I walk past him and decide not to reply to that comment. Clearly, he spends too much time with Marcus. Bri and Syd are hugging it out and talking about some case waiting for them when they get back. I don’t catch all
the details but from the look on Syd’s face, it isn’t something she’s interested in. Bri walks over and wraps her arms around my waist.
“Thanks for giving me a treat there Cross. You made the teenager of my soul a very happy girl today.”
“How’s that,” I chuckle.
She leans back and giggles. “I just saw Iosefa Cross’s penis!”
On that note, Colby drags his wife from the room and yet again, Syd and I are left alone. The silence feels forced and I don’t want to make a move that sends her running so I drop down onto the sofa, lean my head back and take a deep breath. The click of the lock startles me and when I turn to look, she’s facing the door, one hand on the wood and her head leaning against it.
I want nothing more than to go to her, but I wasn’t being dramatic earlier when I vented to Colby. Yes I want to make her mine, yes I want her to want it enough to beg for it but only because I want her so damn fucking much. But more than that, I want her to show me.
She turns around and leans back against the door, her deep, soulful eyes tracing over me and without thought, I lift my hand and crook my finger, beckoning her over. So much for wanting her to make the move. Her lips curl into a smirk and she pushes away, slowly making the journey to where I sit.
I lean forward but she holds up a hand and shakes her head slightly. Instead of grabbing for her, I watch as she grips the bottom of my shirt and painstakingly slowly drags it up her body. Her tits bounce free, her hair flowing crazily around her shoulders as she throws the shirt to the floor and then she drops to her knees between my spread legs.
“I think, before we were so rudely interrupted, you had less clothes on,” she whispers, her fingers reaching for the waistband of my sweats and giving them a tug. I lift my ass, allowing her to slide them down my thighs, all the while wondering what the hell is going to happen next. She doesn’t keep me waiting long.
She drags her hands up my thighs as she pushes back up to her feet, her body bending over so her chest follows the same path. I feel every inch of her as she moves in close, her knees straddling my lap until she’s right up close, right in my face. Her hands find their way to my shoulders and I can’t hold back any longer.
I grab her hips, holding her tight to my aching body and fuse my mouth with hers. She moans heatedly, opening up to me and teasing my lips with her tongue. She’s like fire, scorching everywhere she touches and I’m happy to burn, desperate to be devoured by her heat. She lifts herself, steadying herself with one hand and reaching for my heavy cock with the other.
“I already said please, I won’t say it again,” she whispers, her teeth biting into the soft plumpness of her bottom lip as she lines us up.
My fingers dig into her hips, my large hands enveloping her small body and the tips pushing into the swell of her ass. “Then please, fuck me like you mean it Blue.”
Surprised, she stops, looks down at me and something passes between us. The power play we had, right now I couldn’t give a shit about it. I can say please, I can beg if that’s what it takes. She closes her eyes briefly and right as she plunges down the length of my cock, they fly open with a gasp.
Frozen, we drown in each other for precious seconds before lust takes over and suddenly we’re a frenzy of lips and hands, thrusts and groans. She works her body against mine with abandon, each glide of her hot, wet heat against my throbbing cock has me desperate for the next and before long, it isn’t enough. I grab onto her tighter, lifting her hips faster, harder, until she’s pounding down onto me with every thrust. I’m lost in her, I can’t get close enough and I need to make this last.
I hitch my hands under her thighs and power us both up and off the sofa. She gasps loudly, her hands clasping at my shoulders as I move us through the room, my arms keeping her bouncing on my cock and adrenaline keeping me true. I couldn’t stop fucking her right now if my life depended on it.
I’m aiming for the bedroom, but she twists her hips and my knees threaten to buckle so I slam her into the nearest wall and with the added pressure at her back, I double my efforts and force her higher. She mewls, her head thrown back and her pelvis working my cock into a frenzy as she meets me thrust for thrust.
“Fuck me,” she yells, clenching her core muscles and damn near making me come on the spot.
“Blue,” I growl, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling hard.
“Oh fuck,” she cries, and everything tightens, the pull of her pussy sucking me in as she comes sends a bolt of white-hot lightning straight to my balls but I’m not coming yet, no fucking way. I’m not ready for this to be over.
I swing away and rush through the door to my room, throwing her on to the bed as her body continues to shake and before she can come back down to earth, I plunge my cock back into her pulsing pussy and rock into her hard and fast. Her hands reach down and grab onto my ass, pulling me deeper and deeper into her until I don’t think I can take any more.
“Iosefa,” she cries out, her pussy clenching my cock as she rolls into another orgasm and I’m done.
I pump into her, streams of come marking her, claiming her, owning her. Only I know, it’s me who just got owned.
I collapse onto her chest, immediately aware that I’m far too heavy but she holds me tight, unwilling to let me go. It’s the most intimate move she’s ever made towards me and it warms my soul. I lean up and trail kisses along the curve of her throat. She smiles and turns her head towards me, warmth right there in her eyes.
She places a hand against my cheek and opens her mouth to speak but as always in my universe, nothing ever goes smoothly. Her cell chooses that moment to blare to life and she fumbles around on the nightstand to find it. I watch as she answers, my hand tracing patterns on her stomach but I know the second when reality intrudes.
“They’re on their way back.”
Chapter 18
Sydney
I smirk at Cross from the doorway of the connected rooms before Ray pulls me the rest of the way through. We were enjoying watching Live PD when everyone came back and my sister declared she bought me some killer clothes and had to show me right away. The way Cross’s arm tightened around me not wanting me to leave his side didn’t go unnoticed and won him some serious brownie points. Who would have thought the big lug had a sweet side?
I know Ray and her shopping purchases is a front, she wants all the juicy gossip and for once I feel like dishing all of the details. What happened earlier with Cross on the couch was far beyond anything I could have imagined. Sure, I was with him back in Vegas, but that didn’t compare in the slightest. That was rushed, desperate and I metaphorically held him at an arm’s length.
This time, he had me. Still has me and for once I’m not running.
“Spill!” Ray whisper yells as she throws all her bags on her bed.
I remain silent remembering the way his fingers dug into my hip and the noises he made when I twisted my hips just so.
“Oh, she got it all right. Look at that grin on her face.” Sky dives, landing on my bed.
Not caring about my hard ass reputation, I jump on the bed with Sky and scream after I throw my face into the mattress. “Guys, I’m so screwed Cross is so...” I’m unable to find the right word to describe him.
“Fucking hot? Nothing wrong with being screwed by that man.” Sky laughs.
“He’s so intense and you’ll never believe what happened during the first round.” I laugh, still remembering Colby’s face.
“We ran into the newlyweds on our way up. Colby said the vision of Cross’s glistening cock will haunt him forever. Said he had to throw his pants away because there was a stain on his ass.” Chantel states going through her bags from their trip. I can’t help it, I burst out laughing along with everyone else in the room.
“Oh god.” I laugh, a deep soulful laugh from my gut. “It was hilarious. At least he takes his job seriously.” I argue for him.
“If I was fucking Cross, no way in hell would I run away in pursuit of a bad guy when I had his
gigantic dong all up in my business if you know what I’m saying.”
“Ray!” I smack her shoulder.
“Hey, I’m not saying I want to bang him. Just stating the obvious.”
“And that, my dear sister, is why you aren’t in this line of work. You keep the ass kicking to us and keep on singing to your adoring fans.”
We girl talk for a few minutes until I give them a modified version of the gory details. No way was I admitting to giving up my power in the sack before Colby and Bri crashed the party.
It actually feels good to talk about Cross and how I feel. Sometimes I brag about my conquests to the girls, but it’s not the same. Those guys I’ll never see again, Cross is going to be around for a little while if I have anything to say about the matter.
“Ray, let me see your phone. The cameras in here went a little crazy earlier and I want to make sure your tracker’s still on.”
“It’s in my purse.” She points towards the nightstand acting too tired to fetch it herself.
Damn, this purse is like a large suitcase. I never understood the reason why someone needed so much space. Usually it’s meant to bring the necessities, what’s needed. It’s not like she needs to carry a desk top computer with her. I feel around for her phone and when my finger gets stabbed by a sharp corner, I open the bag to see what the hell she’s carrying with her. I’m sure this thing could be registered as a weapon.
The sound of my elevated heartbeat drowns out any other sound in the room. My eyes train on an envelope with Ray-Ann’s name on it. It’s written in the same handwriting as her stalker letters.
“Hey, what’s going on? Did I not put my phone in there?” Ray asks getting off the bed. When she reaches me, she looks down at the envelope in my hands and gasps.
“Is that another letter? Shit, how’d that get in there?” She asks, terror filling her voice.
“Sky, can you get me some gloves?” I place the letter back in the bag knowing I shouldn’t get any more fingerprints on the paper. If we have the opportunity to run it for prints and check the criminal database, it may help. Although so far all the evidence had been sadly print free.
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