Page 28 of The Crush
“You first, bonita. I know you got yourself all worked up having my cock in that mouth.” He shifts back to kneel over me, straddling me as he takes himself in hand. “Touch yourself.”
I nod, watching him stroke himself as my hand moves to the apex of my thighs. At the first brush over that oversensitive bundle of nerves, I gasp, my eyes drifting shut. Then I feel his hand on my jaw, gently guiding.
“Eyes on me, Isabel.”
I follow the instruction, only stopping to bring my fingers to my mouth to wet them so I’ll get myself there faster. Before I can, Daniel grabs my wrist with his free hand, bringing my fingertips to his mouth instead, sucking the taste of me from them before he guides my hand back between my legs and holds it there. Not letting me stop this time until I’ve hit my peak.
He moans when I cry out, and the way his hand jerks as he grips himself lets me know he’s close, too. He bends down to puthis mouth on mine again before he lets himself go, painting my abdomen with his release.
“Fuck,” he murmurs after, still breathing hard. “What are you trying to do to me?”
“Hopefully the same thing you’re trying to do to me,” I confess, relieved when he chuckles as he pushes himself back up on his knees.
“Let’s get you cleaned up before I’m tempted to do it again then. How about a hot shower?”
“Together?”
He grins, which should have been my first indication that the shower would end up getting me dirty again before it got me clean. He only lets me out of the bathroom a half hour later once he fully returns my wake-up call.
Speaking of calls…damn it.I was supposed to call my mother last night when I got in, but home hadquicklybecome the last thing on my mind.
I duck my head back in the bathroom to see that Daniel’s started shaving in nothing but a towel around his waist, and something about the domesticity in seeing his routine makes my stomach swirl long after I tell him I’m going to call my parents.
Would it even matter now if you try to pull back to protect yourself? The damage is clearly done.
I punch in my home number on the hotel phone, my fingers moving on autopilot, and my mother answers on the second ring.
“Hi, it’s me. I wanted to tell you I—”
“Mija, where have you been?” Her voice is sharp and anxious. “Your papá and I have been worried.”
Imassage my temples, keeping myself from arguing that I had gone places all the time without them knowing when I’d been at school. “I’m sorry. I forgot to call.”
“Were your friends there to meet you?”
Gabe’s words echo in my head.The most convincing lies are the ones that run closest to the truth.“Yep, picked me up right from the bus stop.”
“And your diploma is figured out?”
“Yes, everything is fine with my diploma. I should receive it soon.”And would have regardless.
“Well, good.” There’s a long pause, and I pray she’ll let the conversation wrap up here.
“I better ru—”
“What else did you do yesterday?”
“We drove to our hotel and got settled in.”
“Did you go out to eat?”
“No.” My eyes land on the room service tray that Daniel had ordered right before the kitchen closed. “We stayed in.”
“Oh? Why’s that? Didn’t you want to go out since you’re there? I thought you would want to go out.”
“We had…a lot to catch up on.” Daniel chooses that moment to walk out of the bathroom, and my brain stutters for a second as he silently moves around the room—now without the towel.
“Well, maybe tonight…” She says something about one of my brothers then, but I tune it out in favor of watching Daniel work on a pair of jeans.
