Chapter 14 #2
The memory of my fantasy is as vivid as if it had really happened. “No, but…”
His hands freeze in place. A punishment for my hesitation? “But what?”
My body aches for his attention. “But I wasn’t wearing underwear,” I tell him as lust wins out over shyness.
His lips are so close to mine that I feel his smile.
“Let’s make that happen.” After a brief pause to let me refuse—which my body wouldn’t allow even if my brain wanted to—he pushes the underwear down, gliding his hands over my ass, and drops them to my ankles.
Fine, I’ll take my panties off on a public street.
Nothing matters anymore except finding out what he can do to me.
I shift to step out of them, but he pushes me so I have to put my foot back down to avoid losing my balance. Surprise gives way to excitement, making my breath come harder. Cash will keep me safe, but that doesn’t mean he won’t push me.
“Leave them,” he orders.
Maybe he likes the sight of my panties twisted around my ankles. Or maybe he likes me slightly bound and even more at his mercy. Maybe I like that too.
I blow out a breath of relief as his warm hands return to my thighs, heating my skin. They slide up to meet in the middle, and he cups my sex like he owns it. “What else did I do to you? Did I slide inside you?”
My throat bobs as I swallow, loving him for the sensations streaking through my body, hating him for making me say exactly what I want and for dragging it out second by delicious second.
My fantasies of his hands on me are distant memories now.
I can’t concentrate on the past, only on the small hot space between us and the potency of his single finger.
“Yes,” I say, my pussy screaming for him to fill it.
One hand lifts to hold my face, and he brings his lips so close to mine he’s breathing into me. “Like this?” His eyes lock on mine, studying every flicker on my face.
My breath catches in my throat as he slips a finger inside me, slow and gentle. Perfect. His hand tightens on my face, and I remember he wants an answer. “Yes,” I say on a shaky exhale. “And then more.” He makes it so easy to get what I want.
“More,” he murmurs. Then another finger sinks inside me, and my body tightens around him. He massages me from the inside out, his touch resonating into the deepest parts of me. Every time he slides out, I protest with a soft moan.
When he hits my clit, my legs go weak. I try to step back, but my ankles are trapped. For half a second, I’m falling, until Cash’s arm darts around me and pulls me close. “I’ve got you. You can let go, Georgia.”
I need no convincing. I sling an arm around his neck and lean heavily on him, giving in completely. Encouraged, he pushes deeper inside me, seeking the rhythm I crave.
“Just keep breathing, baby,” he coaches. “I can feel exactly what you like.”
So he can. A long, throaty moan leaves my lips as he hits the rhythm that makes tension build inside me with every stroke of his fingers.
Light cuts across us as a car turns onto the street, and I catch a delicious glimpse of Cash’s eyes, which are as bright and alive as I’ve ever seen them, taking in every detail of my vulnerability.
I stiffen as the car rolls toward us, but Cash pays it no mind.
If anything, it makes him finger-fuck me harder.
As soon as the car passes, I push my hips toward him and beg for more. “Cash.” My voice strains.
He sucks in a sharp breath. “Fuck, those sounds you make drive me to the brink, you know that? Those sweet little cries get me so fucking hard.”
The desperate edge to his voice could almost make me think he was close to coming himself, that he had one hand wrapped around his cock, but no. It’s all from what he’s doing to me.
“Let me feel,” I whisper.
He glides his lips over mine and then smiles. “You want to feel me? Go ahead.”
I open my palm and slide it down to his groin.
He groans when I touch him, and my pussy clenches at the feel of his thick, solid cock trapped in his jeans.
I long for the heat of it in my hand. I want to strip him naked and feel his body like he feels mine.
But he nudges my hand away as if he can’t stand any more.
“No more, baby. Not tonight. This is about your body.” He bunches the hem of my chemise in one hand and lifts it. The heat trapped underneath the thin fabric must have been tremendous because cold air hits me like a slap. “I want to see what your body looks like with my fingers inside you.”
He lifts one of my legs, exposing my pussy. Shyness washes through me, but a glance at his face stops it dead. He’s staring down at my body like he’s mesmerized. Heat rises within me and only spreads when I follow his gaze to where his fingers glide in and out of me.
“Shit,” he whispers. “My hand has never looked better.”
“Nothing has ever looked better,” I murmur, opening my leg wider for him, letting him have the view he wants in exchange for more of his handiwork. He gives it to me immediately, pushing deep, and the fire simmering under my skin wins out against the cold air.
Voices cut through the sound of my hard breathing, and I shake myself out of my lust in time to see two people and a dog strolling up the street on the opposite side, their chattering getting louder as they draw closer.
Cash and I are hidden in the dark, but I seize up anyway.
Barely sparing a glance over his shoulder, Cash leans closer, covering my body protectively but not letting me drop my leg.
“Nobody can see you.” He kisses me gently and slowly, softening my tense muscles one by one. “Nobody but me.”
When his lips leave mine, my eyes remain closed, and I sink back into the pleasure of his touch. I’m safe with him, and so is this night. Our little secret.
I keep my voice down when he rubs my clit again, but only a little.
Trouble and consequences seem impossibly far away from our dark corner of the world.
And then I can’t keep it down at all because he figures out exactly how I like it, how to work me inside and out with the same flawless rhythm, and fire rips through me so fast I barely have time to throw my arms around his neck before I lose my sense of the world.
Cash’s face presses against mine like he needs to breathe in the sounds of my orgasm, and I let him. I want him to have them, him and no one else.
He holds me tight, letting me bask in every second of pleasure. When my eyes finally crack open, he kisses my cheek. “Every part of you I see, I just want more.”
I lift my head to look at him. “You mean sexually, or…?” His curls are a beautiful mess, the beanie he was wearing now clutched in my hand.
He chuckles. “You’re fucking adorable, you know that?” The humor fades from his voice as he adds, “Both. I want everything I can get from you. And don’t think I’m stopping at making you come on my fingers.”