Chapter 15
Chapter fifteen
Cece
Cash never takes his hand from my thigh the entire way back to the house.
I was afraid that he would be scared to touch me after I told him what happened to me.
I should have known better. Cash knows I don’t need or want anyone tiptoeing around me.
I’ve learned to deal with my past, and I’ve refused to let it define me or let it come between me and my happiness.
Especially with the man sitting next to me.
It has no place in my present or future, and I refuse to give it space.
“I had something delivered today. I wanted to surprise you, so I didn’t say anything,” Cash says as he opens the door.
That piques my curiosity as we walk inside his house. I look around the kitchen and the living room, but don’t see anything out of the ordinary.
My eyes narrow, and I shoot him a questioning look as he stands in the doorway with a smirk on his lips.
“Upstairs,” he says.
Cash has been working on a couple of the rooms upstairs. He had the carpet laid a few days ago, but he still needs to pick some paint colors and a million other little things.
I head up the stairs before him and look in the first guest room. “The carpet looks good.”
He nods, “It does, but that’s not the surprise.”
I look in the bathroom and notice he hung the fixtures above the vanity. “Is it the lighting? I really like it.”
“God no, but thank you for picking it out. I think I deserve a little more credit than you thinking your surprise is a light fixture.”
I chuckle and walk into the primary bedroom.
Sitting in the center is a giant bed. It’s huge.
Bigger than anything I’ve ever slept on.
The mattress sits on a dark-gray tufted bedframe that looks straight out of a magazine.
It looks so warm and inviting—exactly what Cash was going for when he talked about buying furniture for the house if he decided to keep it, that is.
He still hasn’t committed one way or the other.
“Did you pick this out?” I ask, walking over and sitting on the mattress that feels like a cloud.
“All by myself,” he says with a grin. “You like it?”
Falling back onto the mattress with my arms spread out across the deep-green comforter, I smile so wide my cheeks feel like they’re going to be stuck like this forever.
“I love it, Cash. Oh my God, it’s so comfortable.
And huge!” I roll from one side to the other, demonstrating my point, and he chuckles next to the bed.
“I’m a big guy, and I like the thought of having you in bed with me. Figured we’ll have plenty of room to stretch out.”
“It’s a lot more comfy than the floor, that’s for sure.” I hold out my arms. “Come here.” Cash lies down next to me, and I roll over, draping half of my body over him. “But this is my favorite spot. I don’t need more room than this.”
The phone in his pocket dings with an incoming text. He pulls it out and holds it above us.
Jude: You with Little Bit?
I roll my eyes at the nickname Jude and Liam gave me the first night we met.
Cash: Yeah. We’re at the house. Gonna stay here tonight.
Jude: How’s the jaw?
Cash: Sore.
Jude: At least it wasn’t me punching you.
Cash: Wish it was. You hit like a bitch.
I chuckle next to Cash, who is letting me see everything he says to his brother.
Jude: Fuck you.
Cash: No thanks.
Jude: I’ll let Lucy know where Cece is. And again, fuck you.
He tosses his phone on the bed and looks at me. “We’re going to have to deal with this at some point,” he says, his hand brushing the hair from my face.
“I know.” I let out a pained breath. “But not tonight.”
Cash grins. “Not tonight.”
I tilt my face up toward his and take his mouth in a slow, languid kiss. It isn’t hurried—we have all night with each other. He lets me explore his mouth at my own pace, lets me run my hands under his shirt, feeling every inch of tight muscle and smooth skin.
Sitting up, I throw my leg over his waist and straddle him.
“Up,” I say, and he follows my instructions, lifting his torso from the mattress.
My hands grab the hem of his black T-shirt, and I yank it over his head before pressing my palm against his chest, gently pushing him onto his back again.
Leaning forward, my lips find his neck, and I run my tongue over the straining muscles and tendons.
He swallows hard and grips my hips, pressing me into his growing length.
My hands cover his as I remove them from my hips and place them over his head. Bending over him, my hair falls around us like a blonde curtain. In here, in this space, it’s just the two of us as he looks up at me with what I know now is love.
“Keep your hands here,” I whisper, squeezing his wrists. “I want to play a bit.”
Cash quirks his brow, and a salacious smile spreads across his face. “Be my guest.”
Pressing a kiss to his lips, his mouth opens, allowing his tongue to slowly swirl and play with mine.
Then I start my slow descent down his body, kissing his jaw, then moving farther down, swirling my tongue in the divot of his throat.
Cash lets out a low hum, and I feel the vibration against my mouth.
I continue to slide my body lower and lick my way across his chest, his muscles tightening as my tongue swirls his nipple. He lets out a quiet hiss.
“Do you like that?” I ask, and he moans when I do it again.
“Fuck yes,” he whispers.
“What does it feel like?”
“Like every nerve in my body is on fire. Let me touch you,” he pleads.
I smile and shake my head. “Not yet.”
His fists clench the blanket above his head, and I lower my lips to his skin once again.
Cash keeps his gaze locked with mine as I continue my exploration. I place wet, open-mouthed kisses against the firm planes of his stomach, my tongue laving each band of muscle of his six-pack.
“Fuck, baby. I love having your mouth on me,” he groans out.
My hands press against his thighs, and I push myself up into a sitting position, whipping my tank top over my head. When my bra comes off and I run my hands over my breasts, squeezing my nipples between my fingers, he groans.
“You’re killing me, sweetheart. Fuck, I want to taste you.”
“Me first,” I say, scoring my nails down his chest and stomach before I reach the button of his jeans.
“I’ve never done this before, so you’re going to have to tell me how,” I say, unbuttoning his jeans and sliding his zipper down.
My hand reaches in, and I pull out his straining cock, wrapping my fingers around the base and pumping a couple of times like I’ve seen him do.
“Oh shit,” he breathes out and squeezes his eyes shut. “Goddamn, that feels good.”
I sit up and climb off the bed before I pull his boots off, then slide the denim from his legs.
Cash looks at me with such intensity, a shiver runs through my entire body.
“Yours too, sweetheart,” he says, nodding toward my shorts.
I shoot him a smirk and quickly shimmy my shorts and panties down my legs before spreading his knees apart and climbing back on the bed, kneeling between his thighs. I grab his length again and wrap my fingers around it, holding it straight as I lick the bead of moisture at the tip.
“Holy shit,” Cash groans, his hips jerking in response to my touch.
“Tell me what to do,” I say, then take another lick.
“Goddamn, baby. That feels so good. Lick your tongue around the head.”
I do what he says, my tongue swirling around where the head of his cock meets his thick shaft.
“You have no idea how hard it is not to touch you right now, Cece. I want to make you feel as good as you’re making me.”
“In a minute,” I say, lifting my head up. “I’m not done playing.” He growls, and I giggle. “What next?” I ask as I hold his stare and swirl my tongue around him again.
“Open your mouth, baby, and slide it over my cock.” I do it, and he hisses again.
“Wrap your lips around me tight. Yeah, like that,” he says when I follow his instruction.
“Now suck while you move your head up.” His hips jerk again, and I glance at his eyes, intently watching me.
His neck muscles strain as he holds his head up to get an unobstructed view of the pleasure I’m giving him.
“Just like that. Up and down. Holy shit, you’re fucking perfect,” he moans as I repeat the motion.
“Can you take a little more?” I nod the best I can and move my mouth farther down his shaft until I feel my gag reflex, and I let out a little cough.
“That’s perfect, baby. We can work on you taking me down the back of your throat later. God, Cece, you’re doing so good, baby.”
My nipples are hard points scraping against the comforter between his thighs as I lie on my stomach and take Cash higher and higher with each pass over his shaft.
I can’t stop my hips from moving as I rub my pussy against the mattress, but I’m unable to position myself to find some relief from this ache in my core.
I moan, and he hisses before he sits up, lifting me by the shoulders and crashing his mouth to mine.
“Why did you stop me? Was I doing it wrong?” I ask when I pull away, suddenly self-conscious.
“Are you kidding me? You are amazing.” He kisses me. “Fucking perfect.” He kisses me again. “But I don’t want to come in your mouth. I want to watch your tits bounce and have my hands all over you when I come inside you.”
My mouth opens, and I cry out when Cash lifts my hips and slides me onto his hard cock.
“Oh my God,” I moan as his hands guide my hips up and down, over and over.
The feeling of him inside me is incredible.
I’m so full, more so than I’ve ever felt with him.
This is the first time we’ve been in this position, and I can’t believe how fucking good it feels.
My hands clasp his shoulders, and I take over the rhythm, lifting myself up and slamming back down.
Every time I do, the head of his cock scrapes along the spot inside me that makes me see stars.