Page 8 of The Companion Love Trap

His hands landed on my ass as he drew me near, his head falling to my neck as we danced. With each swipe of his fingers over my skin, he sent me flying. When he added the vibrations of the panties as the music crescendoed, I could barely stand as my body fought off the waves of an orgasm. Each time I got close, he’d pull back and leave me stranded on the cliff.

“I thought you weren’t going to edge me,” I whined, the need so powerful I was about to go rub up against a bar stool. Cruz smirked as he bent his head closer.

“Beg me, Meu Tudo. Let me pretend for one second you are mine.”

I licked my lips; my words stuck in my throat. Shit. Shit. Shit. Why did that word sound so sexy, sending my pulse racing and my pussy throbbing?

Cruz’s eyes bored into mine, the dark whiskey shining golden with want. I pressed my eyes closed as emotions I didn’t want to think about overwhelmed me. Cruz’s body deflated, and he dropped a kiss on my forehead.

“I’m sorry, Meu Tudo. Sometimes I get caught up. Come, I’ll give you what you crave.” I ignored how sad he sounded and how my heart hurt a little at it, too.

He spun me and lifted me in his arms. My eyes stayed closed, too worried I’d see more than I could handle on his face.

Or, you know, say something I’d regret in the morning.

A door shut before my feet were placed on the ground, and my body pressed against a hard surface. I moaned as his hands skimmed over my ass, and he snatched the panties, dragging them off my legs, my feet still bare. I kept my eyes closed as he plunged two fingers into me, pushing me over the edge I’d been teetering on all night.

I opened my eyes and gripped the arm of the couch I was bent over, the smooth leather soft to my touch. Cruz pushed up my dress as his hands roamed over my ass in adoration. Moaning, I wiggled back as he grazed his knuckles over my pussy and sent flutters through me.

“Ready, Meu Tudo?”

“Yes,” I moaned, knowing he wanted my words.

Two seconds later, I felt the tip of him at my center, the cold metal of his piercings sending shivers through me. I didn’t have time to think as he pushed in, the metal balls rubbing against my walls in the most splendid ways.

The past few hours of arousal for both of us had our movements sloppy as we moved together toward climax. I lifted on the arm, bracing my elbows to arch my back. Cruz’s hands gripped my ass as he railed me, his cock hitting me in all the best ways. It was like finally getting to itch that unreachable spot.

“Yes, yes,” I moaned. “Right there. Fuck, I’m so close.”

“Foda, Meu Tudo. Você é tudo para mim,” Cruz rambled right before he surged forward and grunted, hitting me so deep I saw stars, galaxies, and fucking planets.

“Ahh, yes. I’m coming,” I shouted, my fingers clawing at the leather as my body levitated off the ground.

Cruz stilled behind me as he shook, his release filling me as he came, his moans hearty and deep. The smell of sex filled the air, our heavy breathing the only sound. We both stayed still for a few seconds as we gathered ourselves. My brain was finally quiet for a few seconds.

“Merda. I forgot to use a condom,” Cruz cussed as he pulled out.

My body was too blissed out to care. I knew he hadn’t given me anything, and I was covered pregnancy-wise. If it had been anyone else, I would’ve gone straight to get tested, but not with Cruz. I should probably look at that closer, but my brain was too mush to at the moment.

“Mm, good,” I mumbled as he helped fix my dress. His eyes assessed my face before nodding.

“When will I see you again?” he asked, dropping his hands and stepping back.

I shrugged one shoulder. “Not sure. I need to find another job and a place to live. So, things are kind of up in the air at the moment.”

“You could stay with me,” he offered, but I shook my head. While I had stayed with some fuck buddies, I couldn’t with Cruz. Again, I didn’t ponder on the why too much. But I knew it was because then I’d never want to leave and I refused to be trapped ever again.

“I’m good. But thank you.”

I kissed his cheek before leaving, only remembering I didn’t have my shoes as the door shut. The thought of going back inside to ask had my skin breaking out in goosebumps. I could only say no to Cruz so many times before I gave in, and I was closer than ever to doing that.

It looked like I was leaving barefoot. Pulling out my phone, I sent a message to a coworker to ask if I could stay over. On the weekend, I worked at a local coffee shop and hadn’t overused my couch privileges yet. I sighed in relief when she said yes; one less burden to carry tonight.

Jonno noticed me when I arrived outside and waved over a car for me. Kissing his cheek, I climbed in and gave the address as I fell back against the seat. Thoughts of Cruz and Phantom swirled together, and I decided I needed to stay away from Howlers for a bit. My heart and vagina disagreed, but they weren’t in charge of me.

Hello, denial, my good old friend. Let’s just pretend that was true.

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