Sexual Healing (21 page)

Cruze nodded knowingly. “I understand.” And he did all too well. That pain she felt was the same pain he felt. Losing the most important person in your life. “What about ya moms?”

Arabia rolled her eyes. “Please. For a lack of having anything nice to say, let's just say she's living her life.”

Cruze chuckled. “Oh, a'ight. I'll take that to mean the two of you don't get along?”

“To say the least,” she said dryly. “But enough about her. I'm not trying to ruin my evening or the rest of my appetite talking about her.” She took another sip of her drink, then eyed him. “I have another question that's completely off topic.”

His gaze narrowed. “Umm. And what's that?”

“Well, I've been staring at your lips almost half the night,” she said boldly. “They're beautiful, by the way.”

Cruze blushed. “Thanks. So what's the question?”

“Do you eat pussy?” she bluntly asked, her voice above a whisper. She'd been dying to know all night. Had been conjuring up images of riding down on his face since they'd arrived at the restaurant. And now she needed to know.

Cruze threw his head back and laughed, more from the shock of her being so brazen than anything else. He was still chuckling when he made a face, shaking his head. “Nah, nah. I'm good on that.”

Arabia blinked. “Well, do you
kiss?”

Again, he shook his head. “Nah. Why?”

Arabia's eyes flashed with sympathy.
Poor thing,
she thought.
No wonder his spirit seems so damn heavy.
He needed some pussy on his tongue.

She shifted in her chair—crossing her legs at her ankles, her cunt clenching furiously at that knowing. Who the hell didn't eat pussy? And what kind of woman accepted it?

In her world, she could forgive a man for not kissing. But one
who
didn't
put his face and tongue all up in that special place couldn't be. It was unforgiveable—an abominable act of sexual neglect. Cunnilingus was a requirement, period. If a man expected to have steady access to her pussy, he had better be ready to dance his tongue over her clit, then slide it into her slit.

Bottom line, she despised selfish lovers. So there was no reason for her to be sitting beside him toying with the idea of sliding off her chair, then slinking under the table and sucking his dick. Absolutely not.

Still, there was something about him that intrigued her.

And she had to admit. The dick had been . . .
good
. No. Damn good—thank you very much. That night at the club had been the kind of raunchy fucking she'd needed. He'd stamped
and
stretched her pussy inside out with every thick inch of his cock, from the tip to the base, to his heavy balls slapping the back of her slit. He'd served her up right. She licked her lips.

If she closed her eyes tight enough, she could still see him straining with pleasure as he slid in and out of her body, her cunt greedily sucking at his cock. The way he'd growled and lost control, fucking her hard and fast, his body convulsing violently with the force of his orgasm, biting into her shoulder like some wild beast, was still etched in the forefront of her memory.

Her mouth curved wickedly.

Mmm—sweet Jesus,
yes
—lewd decadence, that's what that night had been.

Arabia reached for her wineglass. And their eyes met. She took a sip of her wine, peering over the rim of her goblet at him. Little did she know, that night at the club was seared into his brain as well, but he had no intentions of letting her know that he couldn't stop thinking about that sweet, tight pussy; or that his dick was harder than steel at the thought of being trapped inside her wet, clutching sex again.

Her pussy ached. She was done with dinner and talk.

Arabia needed something hot and dirty, before she caught her train back to New York.

She reached for her purse. Pulled out a condom.

Then discreetly slid it over to Cruze as she leaned into his ear and whispered, “Meet me in the bathroom for dessert.”

Twenty-Two

C
ruze gazed at the condom. First a crowded dance floor and now she wanted to fuck in a public restroom.
This raunchy bitch!
Obviously, Arabia was accustomed to dumb niggas indulging her twisted desires, and Cruze resented being ordered to perform like a goddamn circus act. But he'd promised Bret he'd fix the situation and so he languidly rose from the chair.

Eyes narrowed, he moved toward the restroom. If Arabia wanted to treat him like some kind of disposable sex toy, then he had something for that ass. His spirit ominous and heavy, he wasn't surprised that his dick responded to his mood by growing more rigid with every step.

When he entered the bathroom, Arabia was gazing in the mirror, no doubt enjoying her impeccable image. In her reflection, he saw her expression change from smug self-assurance to a look of panic when she noticed his clenched jaw and felt the danger of his dark mood.

Before she could utter a word, Cruze snatched her by the wrist, trapping it inside his powerful grip.

“Let go! Why're you acting like an asshole,” Arabia spat. She was helpless to wrench free as he forcibly tugged her toward a stall and then shoved her inside.

“Is this what you want?” Cruze growled, pressing her dainty hand against his turgid erection. “Huh, you want some dick?”

Arabia gasped sharply as his hard shaft pulsed hotly against her palm. She wasn't sure if she wanted to slap the shit out of Cruze or rip open his fly. What the hell was his problem? After receiving the freaky offer of unexpected pussy for dessert, the average man would have felt immensely grateful. But not this motherfucker. He came bursting into the bathroom, looking half-crazed and grabbing on her like an uncouth barbarian.

She thought about escaping the confines of the stall by kicking him in the nuts with her pointy-toed Giuseppes and then running. But when he unzipped his pants and whipped out a throbbing, dark chocolate hard-on that was so perfectly sculpted with a slight curve, bulbous head, and pulsing veins, she gave a sharp gasp and gawked at his dick in lustful admiration.

Arabia's mouth watered and her pussy clenched at the same time. Seduced into a hot, quivering mess, she was faced with the dilemma of whether she should suck or fuck the monstrously beautiful work of art.

With his big hand clamped around the base of his cock, Cruze aimed the engorged weapon at her and smirked. The slightest movement of his lips put those damned dimples on quick display, forcing Arabia to avert her gaze.

Oh, he was an insufferably arrogant man, and under ordinary circumstances, she would have told the pompous motherfucker to kiss the inside of her ass. Unfortunately, these weren't ordinary circumstances. Her pussy was acting up something terrible, spitting and twitching and having some sort of conniption fit.

The flimsy strip of crotch material that pressed against her pussy lips was doing an appallingly bad job of containing the hot juices that bubbled out of her overheated cunt. Her delicate, pretty little thong was completely saturated. Motivated purely by lust, she hitched up her skirt and tugged off her pussy-scented undergarment.

The bastard didn't deserve her and she was mad with herself for not being able to control her urges. Fuck it, though. After she got what she wanted, she'd never have to look at his self-satisfied expression or speak to his ignorant ass, ever again.

Holding her lace and silk thong in her hand, her eyes shot upward when out of the corner of her eyes, she noticed Cruze making a sudden movement. He released his dick, and she watched in awe as it flopped heavily up and down. He extended his hand toward her, and it took her brain a few moments to comprehend what he was doing. She was absolutely stunned and her pussy began to weep when he eased her thong from her hand and brought it up to his nose. With his eyes closed, he deeply inhaled her drawers, looking like he was in ecstasy. The imagery was so damn seductive, Arabia nearly came on herself.

A tiny sound of yearning escaped her lips and she pressed into him, her hand automatically closing around his meaty dick, and then stroking it to a steel-like rigidity.

“Mmm,” Cruze groaned as he began thrusting into her soft palm. Focused on the sensation of flesh against flesh, he seized her by the hips, and the flimsy fabric slipped from his grasp, floating down to the floor.

Staring hot-eyed at her pussy, Cruze rubbed his finger against the seam of her cunt and then slid it between her slick folds. Arabia was drenched and his finger quickly became wet with her slippery fluid. As he penetrated, she began to gyrate on his finger. Cruze explored her pussy, his thick finger searching and probing until it settled on a mysterious spot that was cushiony soft and radiated heat. Her pussy muscles gripped his finger and her strokes on his dick became more intense.

Cruze noticed the bitch wasn't talking slick out of her mouth, now. The only sounds she was making were gasps and murmurs
of pleasure. Those soft sounds were sexy as fuck, causing a streak of molten heat to flare through his painfully swollen shaft.

He withdrew his finger from her wet, clutching cunt and then eased his dick out of her hand. Turning her around, he yanked her skirt up higher. His breath came out in harsh rasps when his eyes settled on the plump mounds of her luscious, mocha ass. Ready to fuck every coherent thought out of her head, determined to punish the pussy until the bitch was rambling incomprehensibly, Cruze fumbled in his pocket, pulled out the condom, and ripped it open.

Legs splayed, her palms pressed against the tiled wall of the bathroom stall, Arabia was in a position of complete surrender as Cruze entered her from behind. She shuddered and gasped hoarsely as he eased in the head and then began to slowly insert inch after thick inch until his dick was submerged inside Arabia's cunt that felt like a hot swamp of wetness.

Her juicy pussy throbbed to the beat of her racing heart, clutching his dick possessively each time. She bucked backward forcing him to go deeper. He gritted his teeth and his face twisted with agonizing pleasure as her walls hugged his dick in a tight, velvety embrace. Struggling against her pussy clench, he braced his hands on her hips, desperately digging the pads of his fingers into her satiny smooth flesh. He slowly pulled his dick out halfway, and when Arabia groaned and writhed in protest, he quickly shoved it back inside her humid warmth.

The sensation of her soft skin and the scent of hot pussy were driving him insane, and he pumped harder and faster, as if striving to demolish her pussy. Locked in a pounding rhythm, Cruze told himself to slow down, but he couldn't. Arabia's cunt was too hot. Too juicy.

The way she was slamming her ass into his crotch, she obviously liked the hard fuck he was giving her. They were building a frantic
momentum, moving together perfectly, and he became suddenly and inexplicably angry.

“This pussy,” he rasped, steadily pumping. “It's so fuckin' good,” he exclaimed as he rammed her as hard as he could. “You need to stop playin' with me, Arabia, and let me dig in this shit on a regular basis.” He hadn't meant to speak the words out loud, and he was infuriated with himself for coming out of character and expressing any type of weakness.

Needing to lash out and cause her some pain for having the kind of pussy that he knew was going to once again disrupt his thoughts and fuck with his mental status, he grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked the shit out of it while continuously pumping dick into that juicy hole.

Arabia cried out and began wiggling her ass around frantically. Desiring to look in her eyes and see the pain he was inflicting, Cruze pulled his dick out. With her pussy left unoccupied, Arabia let out a cry of distress.

Cruze yanked her around, forcing her to face him. He snatched open her blouse, sending buttons flying and hitting the floor and scattering about, exposing her silk-and-lace-clad breasts. God—those sweet, mouthwatering tits. He wanted to see more. Wanted to cup them. Bite down on her nipples. He fucking wanted her—all of her.

Arabia gasped, shocked.
Ohmygod! Oh no this Barbarian motherfucker didn't!
But she was too overcome with burning need to be stuffed again with Cruze's thickness to curse him for ruining her goddamn blouse. She wanted him back inside her—
now
.

“Mmm. Fuck me,” she rasped, lifting up a leg and planting the sole of her stiletto on the toilet seat. “Stuff me with your cock.” Panting and moaning, she reached out and helped guide his throbbing erection back inside her depths.

Arabia winced as she felt the cold tile against her back, but she was quickly warmed by Cruze's heated thrusts. Pleasure coursed through her system, but she wanted to feel it even more intensely. Oddly, when he'd pulled her hair and manhandled her, he provoked something inside her that was wild and unrestrained. Now she needed to feel the kind of pleasure that was mixed with a little pain.

With his knees bent and his body hunched over to meet her height, Cruze rammed the pussy, deep stroking as he clutched her shoulders. Arabia pinched her own nipples, and choked out a cry of pleasure.

Their eyes locked, and she softly whispered, “Choke me.”

Cruze frowned, slowing his strokes. “Huh?” he asked, thinking he was hearing things.

“I want you to choke me,” she rasped, panting.

Oh, shit!
His dick stretched and tunneled deeper inside her. Obliging her dark desire, he clamped a large hand around her delicate neck. Feeling her pulse beating rapidly beneath his fingertips, he reacted like a possessed man, driving his dick in and out of her pussy, hard and fast.

“Oh, yes. That's how I like it,” she moaned. “Mmm. Give me all that hard, pretty dick.”

Listening to the shit this freaky bitch was saying and getting caught up in the sensation of feeding her hot, gripping snatch, Cruze squeezed her throat tighter, unaware that he was cutting off her air passage. When Arabia frantically clawed at his hand, he loosened his grip. “Sorry,” he muttered hoarsely. “This fat pussy, though. Goddamn, Arabia. I'm feeling the shit outta you.”

In that quick rush of words, Arabia heard a passionate, unguarded admission of something much more than lust. And she was relieved to know that this cocky bastard was no different than any of the other men who fell under her spell.

As his delicious-looking dick stroked her plush walls, she was startled by the intense pleasure that suddenly burst from the very core of her being. Flooded with waves of heat that pulsated through her system, every nerve ending in her body felt raw and exposed.

Cruze felt the tremors that shook Arabia's body. Fighting to last a little longer, he bared his teeth and let out a growl. Thrusting and pumping, he bit down on his lip as her powerful little pussy muscles clenched violently around his dick.

He couldn't take it. Her snug cunt was pure hot bliss. He was going down in flames. He couldn't think, could only feel. Oh, God, fuck. He fucked her harder. Harder. Faster.
Yeah baby, take this dick.
Unable to hold back, his body jerked and he gave a strangled roar as ropes of hot cum exploded into the condom. When his thudding heart finally calmed down, Cruze pulled Arabia into his arms and hugged her fiercely. He hadn't planned such a drastic show of affection, and was stunned by it, but he couldn't help himself.

As he held her, his hands, seeming to act on their own accord, stroked her hair.

Arabia closed her eyes, and inhaled him—all of him. Encircled by Cruze's muscular arms was as close to heaven as she had ever been before. She had her head buried in his chest while he ran his fingers through her hair, and it was such a blissful feeling—so warm and comforting—she could have easily dissolved into joyful tears.

But refusing to be lured into a false sense of security, she broke his hold on her. Wriggling free, she stepped away from him.

“That thong was handmade in Paris, and you owe me a new one,” she said coolly, pulling her skirt down over her hips and glancing downward at the expensive fabric that was crumpled on the floor.

Cruze twisted his lips and blew her off with a hand gesture. “Ain't no thing. You got it,” he replied, making sure to inject indifference
into his tone. Dismissively, he turned his back to Arabia and concentrated on removing the used condom and then flushing it down the toilet.

Nose in the air, Arabia kicked the desecrated thong out of her path as she yanked open the door, and pranced out of the stall, her warm scent wafting up around them. Cruze groaned inwardly, wanting more of her. Grabbing tissue from the dispenser, he wiped his dick, pulled his pants up and zipped himself, then headed for the door.

Five minutes later, Cruze seemed to be engrossed in the music that poured from the speakers of his SUV, while Arabia stared aimlessly out the window.

Two of a kind, they both struggled to keep their guard up during the drive back to her car; trying desperately to re-erect walls that had somehow come tumbling down over dinner, leaving them both feeling exposed. Yet, neither hadn't ever felt this satiated.

Something was frighteningly different. A flushed condom and a pair of wet panties weren't the only things they'd left behind in that bathroom stall.

They'd both greedily taken a piece of the other. And, in the tangle of their minds, one thing stood out.
They wanted more.