Summer Nights

by Christin Lovell

  Desire overtook me. I drew all of him into my mouth and began stroking his length vigorously with my tongue as my lips slid up and down his cock.

  “Ay dios miyo!” He grunted, pushing his hips into my stride. His breathing was erratic, his eyes scorching me as he watched me take him orally.

  The way he responded to the pleasure I was giving him made me want to give him more. I paused, sucking hard as I flicked my tongue just beyond the sensitive head of his cock on the underside. The look on his face was the sexiest damn expression he’d displayed for me yet. I couldn’t get enough of him. I wanted more.

  I dragged a single digit along the crease of his ass, stopping to caress the flesh between his balls and rear right when I started to move my mouth up and down his length again. I felt a squirt of pre-come hit my tongue. The salty taste of him had just registered on my taste buds when he jerked me up into his arms.

  “Are you trying to kill me?” His features were pinched as he clenched his jaw. He groaned, trying to regain control.

  “Why did you stop me?”

  “Because I was going to come.”

  I chuckled lightly. “Isn’t that the point?” I gripped his cock, squeezing my hand around the base and sliding upwards.

  “Jesus Cristo. No mas, por favor, mi amor,” he pleaded. His eyelids fell to half-mast as he pressed his forehead to mine.

  I rubbed my thumb over his slit, spreading the pearl of pre-come over the head of his swollen cock before backing away. I angled my head. “Why don’t you want to?”

  He looked straight at me. “Oh, I want to. But I want to be deep inside that sweet pussy of yours when I do.” All resolve left me. I’d tried to focus on giving him pleasure, but with his words, my body fully surrendered to him.

  Abruptly he frowned. He took a step back, freeing his feet of his clothes. He licked his lips, swallowing hard as he approached me. The mood had shifted slightly by the time he cupped my face. “I’ve been stupid. I’ve gotten so caught up in you I haven’t protected you. I’m sorry, Summer. I never wanted to take advantage of you.”

  I tilted my head in confusion, trying to make sense of his words. “What are you talking about?”

  “I haven’t worn a condom.”

  I thought back over each encounter. In all honesty, I’d been so caught up in him, that I hadn’t even considered it. Something about him drew me to him. While my mind could think logically, my heart was able to drown out the logic while absorbing as much of him as it could. It wasn’t like it mattered much though. I had a medical condition that made it difficult to get pregnant. I debated sharing this information with him. The moment he kissed my stitches though, I knew I couldn’t offer him anything less than the truth.

  “I have PCOS. It’s poly-cystic ovarian syndrome. Basically, I have cysts on my ovaries, irregular periods and other stuff that makes it difficult for me to get pregnant.” The words fumbled out of my mouth, my tone even as I held back any emotion.

  Without a word, Cruz led me into his bedroom. He pulled me onto the bed with him and we laid side my side facing each other. He stroked my cheek. After a minute or two, he broke the silence. “I’m sorry, mi amor. It is still your body though, and you deserve to be loved and protected. I’ll try to remember.”

  Words couldn’t describe how he made me feel in that moment. He said what I’d struggled to believe over the years: I deserved to be loved and protected. I felt pressure in my chest, a powerful draw towards him. In that one moment, it was as if gravity inverted. All I wanted to do was cling to him and spoil him with affection, gracious, never-ending love and affection like he’d given me.

  I linked my fingers through his. “It’s okay. I trust you.”

  “Come here.” He moved beneath me, hoisting me on top of him.

  He pressed his lips to mine. There was no urgency in his touch. His kiss was slow and sensual; patient. Somehow he knew I was still working through all of this in my head. I was struggling to wrap my mind around how wonderful he was, how I got so damn lucky. His hands were everywhere, sliding beneath my clothes, distracting me from my thoughts. Before I knew it, I was lost in him, absorbed in every move he made.

  CRUZ

  She was so beautiful. Her strength rivaled Tia Annita’s; her perseverance was admirable. I couldn’t imagine the pain of knowing you couldn’t easily do what every man assumed you were made for: Procreate. She didn’t deserve this lot in life. I could tell she’d been through so much. She didn’t say it aloud, but it was there, in her eyes, in the little glances I got of her soul.

  I lifted her shirt and bathing suit top over her head. Reclaiming her lips, I savored the taste of her. I dipped my tongue beyond her lips, mingling my essence with hers. Her hips gyrated, bearing down against my cock. Her soft moan passed over my lips, sending another surge of blood flowing to my prick.

  Rolling us over, I settled my legs between hers, forcing them apart. I captured her nipple in my mouth, striking my tongue over the sensitive peak. Her breath hitched. She rose off the bed, leaning into my tease. I switched breasts, eliciting the same response again.

  Moving down her voluptuous frame, I undid her shorts, removing them along with her bathing suit bottom. I tossed them aside, focusing on the glistening moisture at her apex. I slid my fingers along her slit, the warmth of her pussy tempting me. She tucked her fuller bottom lip between her teeth, squirming as two fingers breached her entrance. Her juices coated my fingers. My cock jerked as memories of how sweet her tight little channel was flooded my mind.

  I focused on her, connecting with her, before I lifted my fingers into my mouth, sucking her essence right off my fingers.

  “Damn, that was hot,” she moaned, her voice thick and breathy.

  The pressure in my groin intensified, my muscles coiled tighter as she reached out and tweaked my nipples, rubbing her hands in a soothing motion immediately after. One hand snaked up, wrapping around my neck and pulling me to her. She kissed my neck, trailing up to nibble on my ear. That was the final straw. I couldn’t hold back any longer. In one swift, agile move, I seated my cock all the way inside her.

  SUMMER

  The air was knocked out of my lungs as pleasure rippled from my core. I closed my eyes, tilting my head back as Cruz slowly retreated. He plunged into me again, my pussy quivering around his invasion. He took his time building up a rhythm, patiently working my body into a sexual frenzy.

  All I could do was feel him, moving in and out of me; I could feel my heart pounding harder in my chest, expanding with every thrust of his cock. He did things for me that no man had ever considered doing. He made me feel like the only girl in the world. He ensured that I felt valued and made me feel loved.

  He kissed my lips, the plush feel of his lips caressing mine. His mouth hovered over mine; the softness soothed my otherwise tense body. I enjoyed being with him. His cock spread me open, rubbing my inner walls, milking my pussy as it drew pleasure out of every tendon, every ligament and every muscle in my body. My body was impatient and fought to climb the mountain at a faster pace than what Cruz was allowing.

  I wanted him. I wanted to consume him, to be closer than physically possible. “Please.” I threw my arms over my head, writhing beneath him, unable to lift up to meet his strokes due to the way he was situated atop me.

  “Que tu quieres, mi amor?”

  “Faster.” My skin tingled; goose bumps covered my flesh as he continued his slow, torturous pace. “Please.”

  “How could I deny you?” He kissed me gently.

  He pulled back and abandoned my pussy. I immediately felt empty and cold. I yelped when he flipped me over and smacked my ass. He immediately soothed my skin, melting the sting into pleasure. He covered me, shoving into me from behind. I cried out, the angle sending shockwaves through me. Reaching around, he massaged my breasts, his fingers teasing my already sensitive nipples. I whimpered, struggling to push into him when he didn’t continue fucking me.

  “Que tu quieres, mi amor?”


  “You.”

  “How do you want me?” His breath tickled my ear. He groaned as my pussy fluttered with his question.

  “Hard and fast.” I pressed my chest into his palms, cardinal need overwhelming me.

  Suddenly he pounded into me, my body trembling as he gave me exactly what I wanted. I cried out, unable to hold back my cries of joy as he drove into me. My orgasm built quickly, my belly curling tight and low. He abandoned my breasts, rocking back and grabbing my hips with an iron grip; he lifted them off the bed and gained new leverage. His pace increased, shooting me into pleasure overload; my arms flailed above me; I couldn’t get a solid grip on anything. I was completely at his mercy.

  I heard my voice echoing in the room, but couldn’t comprehend my mottled shouts. My vision disappeared, stars flashing before my eyes; breathing became a challenge as my entire body constricted before exploding in a million directions. Pleasure shot through every part of me. My limbs shook beneath the power of my release. I felt my pussy contracting around Cruz’s cock as he continued to fly in and out of my sopping channel. Tiny fissions of bliss prickled my skin. I felt every fiber of the sheets tugging at my sensitive nipples and felt every inch of Cruz’s cock as it moved along my swollen walls. My head spun as another wave of pleasure rippled through me. I felt tears sliding down my cheeks, the sheer intensity of my orgasm drawing out something deep and dark from within me. It was too much to bear.

  Time was incomprehensible. I didn’t know how much time had passed before I felt Cruz kissing my neck and shoulders. I closed my eyes, trying to focus; trying to regain full consciousness. My mind hadn’t recovered from what my body had just endured and it couldn’t process the magnitude of pleasure I’d been given. I took several deep breaths and finally composed myself.

  “Do you know how sexy and beautiful it was to see you finally let go?” Cruz’s voice drifted over me, aiding in soothing my over stimulating body.

  I couldn’t help but smile at his praise.

  He pressed one final kiss against my shoulder before sliding out of me. My pussy shuddered around the emptiness. He rose up, giving me space to turn onto my back. He immediately captured my lips the moment I was facing him; his kiss blanketing me with serenity rather than eliciting an erotic response.

  I cautiously stretched as he lowered himself beside me. I already felt the soreness in my muscles, but a flitter of warmth hit my womb just at the thought of what caused it. I was spent. I could have easily curled up into him and taken a nap.

  “We have to get going soon, mi reina.” He swiped a few stray strands of hair back.

  I looked at the clock, jumping out of bed at the time. “Oh my gosh! We’re late.” It was already 12:04 PM.

  “Don’t worry. I’m sure they won’t even miss us.”

  “I hate being late.” I grabbed my clothes and headed for his bathroom to get ready.

  He snickered. “Puerto Ricans are never on time, Summer.”

  “I guess that’s why they call it island time.” I shut the door behind me, not waiting to see if he got up or not.

  Chapter 11

  We drove back to my hotel to enjoy the secluded beach at the resort. We spotted Ramon the moment we entered the lobby. He was cozied up to Stella; they were leaning against a wall. My friend was laughing, her face radiant. I’d never seen her so carefree and in the moment. I wanted to hug him for making her happy.

  Ramon broke away, greeting us the moment he saw us.

  “Hola, amigo.” He lifted his chin in an upward nod towards Cruz. “Hey, Summer.”

  “Hi.” I smiled at both of them.

  “Somebody has a healthy glow today,” Stella stated. I rolled my eyes, shaking my head. Leave it to her to announce what everyone already knew.

  “I could say the same about you.” I nudged her with my arm. She looked at Ramon, heat in her gaze.

  Cruz wrapped his arm around my waist. “Let’s go.”

  CRUZ

  We found a spot on the beach near a palm tree to set our stuff. Since I wore my swim trunks on underneath, I carefully slid off my cargo shorts and neatly folded them. As I placed them with our things, under the tree, I set my shirt on top to conceal the pockets. I focused on Summer. I was eager to watch her remove her outer layers. I couldn’t get enough of her. Everything about her turned me on. She appealed to me on every primal level as a male.

  She threw her jewelry and glasses into her purse before tossing away her shoes; her bright red toe-nail polish contrasted beautifully against the sand. She conversed with Stella as they mindlessly stripped down to their suits. I only had eyes for Summer though. Having removed her clothes so hastily before, I didn’t have a chance to see her bathing suit. The dark teal color looked luscious against her ivory skin. The swim bottoms sat right above the roundest part of her hips, with the top piece just connecting to cover her skin. My eyes drifted up the front that seemed to whittle her waist to her breasts. My mouth watered at the sight of her boobs pressed together and barely contained in the halter. I adjusted my trunks, trying to disguise my budding erection.

  “Mierda.” Ramon’s huffed curse drew my attention straight to him. His face was a hard mask as he gazed down the beach. “Tenemos un problema, Cruz.”

  My gut twisted as my eyes traveled the distance. Sure enough, Hector Rodriguez and his posse were lying out on the beach, watching the female tourists prance around in their bikinis. A cooler sat in the middle of them, but I knew it wasn’t holding drinks. My eyes immediately sought Summer. I spotted her laughing animatedly with Stella, unaware of the potential threat.

  I was a well-known bondsman and bounty hunter in San Juan and its surrounding cities. It was different here versus in the states though. Criminals rarely worked alone. When they didn’t follow the rules of their release, I had to hunt them down and arrest them, regardless of who they were with at the time. Their fellow group members never came down hard on them though, they came after me for revenge like it was my fault their amigo was behind bars again.

  A couple weeks back I’d captured Hector’s brother, Victor. They were all part of an international drug smuggling ring, but my job wasn’t to stop them from making big deals, my job was to arrest the ones that were caught and jumped bail. The day after I took Victor in, my tires had been slashed; that was the nicest warning they would give. I knew worse was going to come when Victor was sentenced next week. This was the biggest reason why I hadn’t considered a steady relationship. These guys went for the most torturous kill, the heart. Being seen here today with Summer would put her directly in the line of fire. For the first time, I was thankful that she was flying home tomorrow, but even as I thought it, my chest tightened.

  “Should we bolt before he sees us?” Ramon’s voice was low, but serious. His eyes shot back and forth between the men and women.

  “They’re leaving tomorrow. If you can take the heat, then so can I.”

  His resolve came through as he shook his head once in agreement.

  “Are we going to go swimming or just stare at the damn water all day?” Stella grumbled, pulling us all back to reality.

  “Let’s go, mi chocolate.” Ramon grabbed Stella’s hand and led her towards the water, into the view of our enemies.

  I pressed my lips together and pulled Summer into my arms. Her back against my front was heavenly, sending every degree of heat to my groin. I held back as I directed her towards the water, following Ramon’s lead.

  SUMMER

  The water was a striking blue. The waves washed across the sand and hit my toes as we headed straight into them. The water’s warmth was surprisingly refreshing despite the temperature.

  I stopped when I felt Cruz stiffen behind me, his biceps flexing around me, as if to draw me deeper into his protection. I peered over my shoulder to find his face pinched into a dangerous glare, his eyes focused down the beach. I followed his angry glint to a group of men, who all began to sit up, their attention fully on us. Their expressions all mirrored Cruz’s in some way
.

  “El conejo tienes una mujer ahora,” one of them commented loud enough for us to hear. I understood mujer, which is woman; it felt like they were talking about me. My chest tightened, a lump forming in my throat at the realization.

  CRUZ

  “Cruz?” Her worried voice broke the concentration of my pissing contest with the men.

  “Que, mi amor?” I faced her, my heart breaking at the sadness on her face. It was then that I realized what she must have assumed. “They weren’t commenting on your figure. They were announcing that I finally got a girl.” I left out the part where they called me a pussy.

  She looked worried as she stared out at the water. Stella and Ramon had taken notice of our situation at the shore. I knew Stella was seeing Summer’s point of view and Ramon mine.

  I kissed Summer’s neck, leaning into her. “Let’s go swimming. I can’t wait to see that bathing suit plastered to your body. I’m forewarning you though. If I see your nipples poking through, I won’t hesitate to take you in the ocean,” – I paused for effect. –“with everyone watching.” I nipped her earlobe before leading her deeper into the water.

  Her breath hitched, her breasts mindlessly lifting upward in need. Without touching her, I already knew her pussy was wet. I loved that she reacted to me in every way.

  “Todo bien ahi?” Ramon checked on the situation on the beach.

  I looked back, but the guys were already focused on the tourists again. No doubt a truce had been called for today, the mutual hope of getting laid by a beautiful woman surely the cause. “Si.” I nodded.

  SUMMER

  Stella raised a brow in my direction. “You okay?”

  I smiled, nodding.

  Truth was, it didn’t matter what the men said. They could have called me a two-ton whale, and I couldn’t say that I’d care. It’d hurt a bit, but knowing that I was all the woman Cruz wanted would have quickly erased the pain; however, it didn’t wipe away the unease. Damn, tomorrow was going to be hard. Cruz was the only man to ever make me feel this way, to breach my walls so easily. I would miss him.