She slowly moved backwards with her arms around my neck, like she thought I wasn’t going to follow her. The feel of her assshifting in my hands, those tight muscles flexing, made the idea of not following her laughable. “You fought two guys for me.”
We hit the massage table and I lifted her onto it. “And?”
She pushed my boxer briefs as low as she could get them and then grunted at me. “Off.”
I’d never moved faster. I kicked them off and grabbed her hips. “Your turn.”
“It was hot. Seeing you like that.” She wasn’t getting her panties off fast enough so I just shoved them to the side so I could feel her. She gasped and shifted her legs open wider. “I’m ready, Cash.”
“Fuck, yeah, you are.” She was drenched for me. I slid my fingers through all the slickness and teased her clit. “Panties off or I’m trashing them.”
Her eyes danced with laughter. “I think I get that song now. That song about saving a horse and riding a cowboy. Rip ‘em.”
I’d never wanted to steal West’s hat more.
35
***Cass***
Cash made good on his threat and yanked my panties in half. He let the ruined lace dangle over each of my thighs and there was something about the sight of him gripping his dick with my ruined panties framing him that made me wish there was a camera available when I actually wanted it. His big, tan body moved closer and his grip tightened.
“You’re going to strangle the little guy.” I locked my legs around his waist and licked my lips when he growled at me. Maybe it was crazy but there was something about Cash letting his aggressive side out that did it for me. I reached down and wrapped my hand around his not so little guy and pumped. “Condom?”
His head tipped back on a moan as I circled his tip. “Jesus. I have one… Just… Fuck.”
I let him go and watched as he frantically grabbed his jeans and found his wallet. The sound he made when he found a condom was sexy, this strangled sound of relief like he wasn’tsure he’d make it if he wasn’t in me soon. I felt sexy perched there on the side of my table with my legs open for him. It wasn’t a feeling I felt often so I reveled in it. I closed my legs when he came at me again just to see the panic strike him but I couldn’t tease him for long. Not when he was staring at me the way he was.
“Fuck, Cassidy, don’t tease me. I’ve been dying for this for weeks.” He groaned when I opened my legs again and tossed the condom on the table beside me. “I need a taste.”
I wanted to argue, he hadn’t let me have a taste after all, but then he was on his knees and his tongue wasinsideme and I couldn’t remember my own name, much less anything about stopping him. I tried to stifle a moan and failed but I couldn’t help it. Cash was licking me all over, nibbling at my lower lips, and twisting his tongue in a way that made my eyes cross. “Cash.”
He looked up at me with his mouth closed around my clit and I could see the smirk in his eyes. He loved that he was making me moan. He gave my clit a long pull and watched my face as I panted and shoved my palm in my mouth. He didn’t stop when my body tensed around him or when I grabbed two fistfuls of his hair and cried his name. He didn’t stop when I came so hard I saw stars. He didn’t stop until he’d licked every part of my sex and even then he only stopped to trail his mouth higher to my nipples. He sucked them while sliding two fingers inside me.
“Gotta make sure you’re ready for your riding lesson.” He pumped his fingers faster and kissed up my chest and throat. When he got to my mouth he kissed me hard, letting me taste myself on his tongue while his fingers made my thighs shake. “Fuck, you’re sexy, Cassidy. Fucking perfect. You sure?”
I grabbed his shoulders and nodded wildly. “I’m sure. Please, Cash.”
“Why the fuck does my name sound so much sexier when you say it?” He pulled his fingers out and kissed my lips as I pouted at the empty sensation. Rolling on the condom, he pulled me even closer to the edge of the table and we both looked down to watch as he pressed into me. “Fuck.”
I gripped his shoulders tight and held my breath, feeling the pressure of the stretch immediately. He moved slowly to let me adjust and I realized neither of us were breathing. When he had half of his length inside me I tipped my head back and let out a quiet whimper. It was so much, the sensation of him stretching me and the sight of our bodies together, his so much harder and tanner than mine.
Cash’s voice was gravel when he spoke. “Almost there. Rethinking the cowboy thing now?”
I looked back at him and found his brown eyes nearly black. The strain on his face was evident but he held my gaze and didn’t look away, even while continuing the forward push of his hips. I opened my mouth but I couldn’t speak. I was struck by the way he watched me, studied me. He encompassed me so wholly and I felt seen. The way his eyes drank in every motion in my face, the way he’d wrapped one arm around my back, even the way he shifted his hand and rubbed my clit when my face pinched.
There’d been a time when I was convinced I’d spend my entire life only having one man touch me. There was never supposed to be anyone else. As Cash filled me completely, I felt my world shift. It was a physical boundary finally being smashed through and it made the backs of my eyes burn with emotion. It was closure in a strange way and at a terrible time.
Cash pressed his forehead to mine. “Too much? We can stop, Cassidy.”
I gripped his shoulders tighter and locked my legs behind him. “N-no. I don’t want to stop. I want you.”
“Okay?” He cupped the back of my neck and shifted to press his lips to my forehead.
It was the sweetest gesture and it showed me things about all the times I’d had sex before that I wasn’t ready or willing to unpack. I blinked away the embarrassing tears and smiled to show him I was good. Better than good. “I’m okay. Really okay. Maybe even good.”
He grinned at my joke and kissed me. It was slow and sweet before it slowly became more. The slight sting faded and I could feel him so deep inside me. I moved my hands down his chest and sides and then over his firm ass. Our tongues changed from exploring to a darker dance, both of us starving for more.
With his mouth still pressed to mine and his hands both moving to grip my thighs he sounded pained as he spoke. “I’ll go slow.”
