I wrapped my arms around him and reveled in the feeling of his big body, hot and hard, pressed so tightly to mine. Our lips slowed as he pulled out. My core suddenly felt so empty but then he pushed back in and I moaned into his mouth. There he was, back inside so deep, and then gone again. It was sweet torture. “More.”
Cash buried his face in my neck and groaned. “You feel so fucking good, Cassidy. Goddamn, it feels like your pussy was made for me.”
I gripped his head and experimentally rolled my hips. Fireworks. Fucking stars. I gasped when tilting my hips back made his cock rub a new part of me that stole my breath and made me never want it back. “Fuck. Please.More.”
He pulled out faster and thrust home harder, gradually moving his hips faster and faster. He lifted his hand to grip the back of my neck again and he shifted his other hand so he could rub my clit even as he fucked me senseless. Then his mouth dropped to my nipple and the sharp tug of suction made megasp loudly and grip his head even tighter. “Perfect nipples. So fucking pretty. Tastes like strawberries, too, Cassie.”
Falling back on my elbows, my head hung over the side of the table and my entire top half was exposed for his lips and teeth to explore. The pressure growing between my thighs was all-consuming and I wasn’t sure I’d want him to stop thrusting even if someone came in. I clamped down on his shaft and bit my hand again to stay silent. As silent as possible, anyway. The slap of our bodies coming together over and over again wasn’t exactly quiet and Cash’s words had turned into drawn out growls as he tasted me.
That pressure built faster and the way his thumb teased my clit made it all the more powerful. I knew I was close to coming but I couldn’t get my brain to say the words. My core pulsed as the rest of my body tensed. My back arched off the table and Cash quickly grabbed me and covered his mouth with mine. He kissed me desperately as I held him even tighter, my fingers locked in his hair. I was so close.
“Come for me, sweetheart.” Something about the twang of his accent as he called me sweetheart pushed me over the edge.
Coming around his large cock was a full-body experience and I gave in. I couldn’t care how I looked or sounded or if my office was soundproofed enough by the thick walls. Every part of my body suddenly twitched and then I was coming hard enough to scream. Cash covered my mouth with his hand and stared into my eyes as I vibrated from the intensity. My muscles clenched and released, clenched and released, until I was limp with pleasure.
Cash’s face darkened and his jaw muscles flexed as he ground his teeth and came with me. He held my gaze as he continued to pump his hips into mine, dragging out both of our pleasure until I slumped backwards on the table and he collapsed over me, chest heaving.
He rubbed his face all over my stomach and chest as we both caught our breath and he slowly softened in me. When I could move my arms again I wrapped them around his shoulders and grinned up at the ceiling. I couldn’t remember ever feeling lighter.
Cash lifted his head and saw me. “That’s definitely a compliment.”
I looked down at him and couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. It was contagious because he was smiling back at me, the pale scar that cut through his upper lip vanishing with the stretch. It felt…happy. “I think I remember having bones. They’re all gone now.”
He pressed a kiss over the center of my chest and straightened, pulling me with him. “You don’t need ‘em. You look great without bones. Stunning.”
Running my hands over his tattoos, I kissed the one over his heart and made a sound that might’ve been a ‘thank you’. I felt different. New. The last chain dragging me down to Cole was gone. I felt like I had a chance.
“Next time, we find a bed. You’re so fucking soft and sweet after coming. I want to keep you like this.”
“Apparently all it takes is a good orgasm. Kudos.” I found my strength and sat back so I could pretend to frown at him. “And what are you talking about, next time?”
His face turned down in a scowl but his dick hardened again, still inside me. “There’s going to be a next time. And a time after that. And a time afterthat. This is too good to not repeat.”
I gaped down at where our bodies were still connected. “Thatgot you hard again?”
He smirked. “Guess I like you when you’re not so sweet, too.”
36
***Cass***
Ihad other people to work on after him so I eventually had to push him out of my office and try to put myself and my room back together. I spent the rest of the day red-faced and awkward as I worked and wondered if they knew what I’d done. I was so exhausted by the time I got home that evening that I fell into my bed and the next time I opened my eyes the sun was coming up.
After rushing to the bathroom to do my business and brush my teeth while a framed photo of Dolly watched me, I crawled back into bed and grabbed my phone. I wasn’t expecting anything so when I saw I had multiple texts from Cash a flutter started in my stomach.
Cash:I think I pulled something and should probably come see you once or three times a day for a while.
Be ready in the morning. Early. Wear something comfortable.
Please. It’s time we had a date that doesn’t reek like USC loser. No offense. That USC smell is basically faded on you now. You’re starting to stink like a real Longhorn.
You actually smell delicious. Taste pretty good, too.
I rolled over to bury my face in my pillow. He was an idiot but the flutter in my stomach had turned into a full-on tornado. I was hot all over and the reminder of his mouth between my legs sent pleasant tingles to my center. There was no doubt that my body loved the idea of being with Cash multiple times a day. Just thinking of the way he’d touched me and used his mouth on me was a bolt of desire so strong that I forgot everything else for a few seconds.
My mind was the issue. I was terrified. I liked Cash. I liked him a lot and that wasn’t part of the plan. The only way to stay sane was to assume that it was all just an act but when he fought for me and held me like I was precious when no one was watching…I got ideas. Dangerous ideas. The kind of dangerous ideas that would leave me crushed all over again. I didn’t want to feel things for them. I couldn’t have gone through everything with Cole tonotlearn my lesson.
I rolled back over and reread Cash’s messages before replying. I wondered if he always texted women like that, with a sort of silly sexiness that felt sweet and special. As soon as I started thinking about it, though, I forced myself to stop. I wasn’t going down that road again.
