My Summer in London (My Summer #1)(42)

Why was he interrogating me in a way that was really pushing my buttons? It was pissing me off. Could it be because he was the one who didn’t want to be exclusive? Maybe he wanted to hop into different beds whenever he felt like it. Well, in that case, there wasn’t much to be said, now was there?

“Yes … I’m not.”

“I see,” he uttered, emotionless.

We were just like friends with benefits, but with less on the “friends” part. I could do this. This was better because I knew where we both stood. There were no false declarations of hope and whatnot. This was just a direct transaction of sex for sex: raw, unbidden, no strings attached. I had never had anything like this before, so it would be my first time. Good luck to me.

My tension began to ebb as I let the idea dawn on me before I made a careful smile. “So, can we get together soon? I’m free tonight.”

Cruz shrugged, seeming uninterested quite suddenly. “I’m afraid I won’t be. Will Sunday do?”

“But that’s—” A lifetime. “Yeah, I guess that’s fine.” I was far from fine, but what was I supposed to say? No, because an hour seemed forever already? Apparently, since I was the one who had thrown the suggestion, I had given away my right to set the damn date.

I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

Putting my injured pride aside, I needed to gauge just how invested he was with this newly minted arrangement we had.

“Do you really need me to wear skirts and dresses?”

His eyes shifted towards my body. They came alive, glowing heatedly as they perused. “Serena, I already told you what I want; it’s up to you if you want to fulfill it or not.”

“Okay.” I acquiesced. “All right.” Taking a deep breath, I knew it was time for me to take my leave. Just before I took a step away from him, though, he surprised me by taking hold of my arm and hastily yanking me towards him, clashing my body against his hard chest.

“Don’t ever leave without kissing me,” he grumbled then took charge of the situation and did just that.

The second we touched, I molded against his body, and before I knew it, my hand was rubbing against his pants, loving the feeling of his hard dick. I hadn’t realized how much I had missed him—everything about him—until that moment.

His masculine scent fanned the hunger inside of me. I felt as though I couldn’t control myself as I devoured his lips while my hands busied themselves, exploring, touching him without restraint.

“Do you want my cock inside your cunt, Serena?” he grunted between kisses.

Need he ask? Couldn’t he see, feel just how desperate I was?

“Please, yes,” I moaned just as I felt the evidence of my arousal dampening my underwear.

He groaned as he squeezed my bottom, making me press against his body more. “I’m afraid you’ll have to wait until Sunday.”

He was playing hard to get, right? His cock certainly didn’t feel as if it could wait five more days. Hell, I definitely couldn’t.

“No that’s too long. I need you now, even for a quickie. I really don’t care,” I reasoned, pleading as my body melted against his touch. “Touch me…”

“Serena…” he hissed as though he was having a challenging time harnessing his body’s reaction to me.

I took that as a sign to push the issue.

With the use of my hands, I fumbled as I worked to undo his pants then let them fall to the floor. Looking at his flabbergasted expression, I didn’t even think twice before pushing him back against his seat with his dick sticking out, enormously proud. Without hesitation, I took my pants then my underwear off, all the while aware he was watching me, before straddling him.

Our noses touched as I lifted myself off his thighs and began to guide his shaft towards my hole. I let out a moan the second I felt his mushroomed head stretch me wide, hissing at the slight sting as I pushed farther down his rock hard pole. I was beyond wet, but I supposed my body wasn’t used to his size. It was going to take a few more times until I could accommodate him without feeling a sting.

“Christ, Serena!” Cruz hissed as he breathed against my neck, his hands still grappling a copious amount of my behind.

“You have no idea how much I’ve thought of this,” I said before my eyes rolled back just as I felt his cock hit the outer part of my cervix. He felt massive, thick as he pulsated inside of me. “You feel so good. This is the best I’ve ever had.”

Lost in the haze of pleasure, I began to ride him, rocking back and forth without stopping. I rode him fast, hard, and without reservations. I gave it my all, abandoning every one of my inhibitions and restrictions. I simply focused on how good it made me feel. I wanted to savor every stroke. I felt as if I had grown into a sexually mature woman, confident in her own skin, someone who would take charge and take whatever she desired without any excuse or reason.

My release kept building as I rode him, and it wasn’t long until I was about to reach it.

“Come with me, babe,” I invited. Then I moaned out his name while I clenched around him as my body shook.

I was out of breath as I experienced the passionate eruption of my release, and Cruz took charge by holding my hips and continuing to f*uk me until he was about to peak, as well.

“I want to feel you come inside me again,” I managed to say with my body slowly weakening.