Wrapping my hand around the shaft, he draws in a quick breath, and when I swipe my finger over the bead of precum at the head, and run my thumb down the side, he blows out a charged breath.
“Yes,” his eyes grow needy, “just like that.”
I used to love watching Cruz shatter under my touch. Especially when I was on my knees, watching him stand before me. But I’m not getting on my knees in this dirty old booth, so this will have to do.
Digging one hand into my hip, he runs the other under my shirt and bra, plucking my nipple while I lean in and stroke him harder.
“Shit,” I bite my lip as he pinches my nipple while moving the hand at my hip under my shorts.
Together we had once been a high like no other, and I hadn’thad a fix in so long that I couldn’t stop from rubbing against his hand, while stroking him faster. But pleasure didn’t make up for a broken heart, no matter what I was feeling right now, and that fact still existed.
Cruz may have made up for what he said to me the other night by giving me a mind shattering orgasm but leaving me broken hearted two years ago was going to take a lot more than getting each other off. It was going to take groveling and feeling the same hurt and anger that I’d felt after he left.
I stroke him harder and faster, bringing him to the point of climax, and when I feel his breath growing ragged, I stop.
“What’s wrong?” His eyes whip open. “Why’d you stop?”
“Payback.” I push up from his lap.
He looks down at his dick—hard, erect, and practically purple with how engorged it is—then looks back up. “Alright baby. If that’s how you want to play it.”
Wrapping his own hand around his dick, he starts to bring his hand up and down his shaft.
“You’re not going to—”
“Don’t move,” he cuts me off, voice a low gravel. “I need something to look at, and those tits straining against your shirt are it.”
I bite my lower lip, watching him in rapt fascination, and when I see his climax building, I can’t help myself. Wrapping my hand around his, I bring our hands up and down together, and when he sucks in a breath, and holds it, I know he’s about to come.
Grabbing the back of my neck with his other hand, he crashes his mouth down on mine and groans into it as trails of cum slide through our fingers and down his shaft.
He sits there for a minute, panting in my mouth, and when we finally pull apart, I let go of his dick and bring my finger to my mouth and suck. It tastes like popcorn and sex. A mix of salt andbutter, and a sweetness I have always likened to him.
“Better than cobbler,” I grin.
“Fuck,” he shakes his head. “What I wouldn’t give to—”
“Alright,” Jenica taps on the side of the booth. “Wrap it up in there.”
I push off Cruz’s lap, and he tucks his dick back in his briefs, before getting up from the seat and pulling his shorts back up.
“There’s a bathroom right out there.” I point. “You know, if you want to clean up.”
“I know where the bathroom is,” he grins. “I’ll be fine.”
I turn to leave, but when I do, he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me into a long, soft kiss.
“Thank you,” he whispers against my mouth.
I place my hand on his chest, relishing the way it feels to be held by him again, then he stops kissing me and steps back.
“Ellery…”
I place my finger to his lips and shake my head. I don’t want or need him to say anything. “See you around, Cruz.”
Yanking the curtain aside, I step out of the booth and head down the boardwalk with Jenica in one direction, as he and Jake head in the other.
This time, as if both of us could feel the same pull, I look over my shoulder and see the grin on his face, is the same as the one I have on mine.