Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
Cash
L ola slides the stable doors open, grabs my hand, and pulls me inside.
I’m in awe of her. I can’t get enough of this girl. The obsession is taking over. It’s like she’s branded herself into my bones. She’s seared herself into my soul. Her presence fills every empty corner of me, making me feel like I’m being consumed with her light.
“Look at all this,” she says, her lovely voice filled with excitement as she looks around at all of the horses in their stalls. The stables are top-notch, gorgeously constructed, and glowing from the string of lanterns strung down the main walkway. It’s beautiful in here.
The horses start standing up and sticking their big heads out to see who just came to visit. The joyous laugh and breathtaking smile on Lola’s face as she skips from horse to horse, saying hello and petting each one, makes my legs go weak.
This girl is unreal. She’s fucking perfect.
Another melody plays in my head, this one about a girl who is pure light. I file it away in my mind to go back to later, and try to focus on the moment right here and now.
My girl is petting a black horse and smiling up at it with the most dazzling smile I’ve ever seen. I drink her in from her sexy black cowboy boots to her sparkly mini skirt hugging her delectable hips, all the way up to her gray tank top that makes her breasts look good enough to stop my aching heart. Her blonde hair is loose and wavy, looking carefree and wild—just like her. I want to sink my hands into it. I want to smell it. I want to steal a lock to keep as a memento of this priceless moment.
She smiles at me and those thick sensual lips make my mouth water. I have to taste them. I need to kiss them. Her mouth is pure heaven. I can tell. I bet that singing is the third most exciting thing we can do with that mouth.
“I love horses,” she says as she moves to the next one. “Do you have any?”
“I have six,” I say as I look around at the stables. My building is larger than this, but Graham has more horses. I can see at least a dozen in here.
“Oh, I’d love to meet them,” she says as she looks up at the brown horse beside her.
“You will,” I promise.
She smiles shyly as she looks at me. A hot, sinful beat passes between us until she looks away, cheeks flushing pink.
“When will I get to hear this song?” she asks.
“Are you going to sing it with me?”
“I can try,” she says, shrugging those bare shoulders and making me groan. “What are the lyrics?”
“I have them here,” I say in a deep raspy voice as I walk over, feeling like a wolf about to take down its innocent prey. She doesn’t cower or run though. She stands her ground, grinning excitedly at me as I walk up to her, pulling out the paper with the handwritten lyrics.
She takes it and reads it over.
I stare at her face—her roaming eyes, her parted lips, the way she’s breathing a little quicker as she reads the dirty words I wrote just for her.
“ Oh ,” she says as she gets to the good part. Her cheeks flush, turning an adorable shade of pink as she keeps reading.
Finally, when she’s done, she looks up at me with her face all flushed like she’s just been fucked. There’s arousal and lust in her stunning green eyes, although she’s doing her damnest to try and hide it.
“I’ve never… sung a song… like this.” She’s barely able to get the words out. She looks so sweet and innocent. So shy like she just got caught looking at something naughty.
“Sing it for me,” I say, my voice thick and throaty as I take her hand. “No one else has to hear it. It will only be between us… and the horses.”
She licks her lips and I nearly collapse at the sexy sight. I’ve been dreaming of that tongue and all it can do for days .
“Okay,” she says. “There’s a guitar over there.”
I whip my head around and spot an old scratched-up guitar resting against a wooden wall. It’s missing a string, but that’s never stopped me before. Once I was on stage and broke two strings at the same time and still made it through the song.
I grab it and throw the old frayed strap over my shoulder as I head back to her. I give it a quick tuning as she goes over the lyrics.
“Do you need to look?” she asks, offering me the paper.
I shake my head. “I know it by heart.”
I grab two stools and pull them over. She sits on one and I sit on the other, trying not to stare at how good her legs look as that mini skirt rides up her thighs.
My fingers strum the strings, filling the stables with the start of our next hit. It’s a beautiful song, sexy and full of passion. I watch that tight unease in her body melt away as the notes hit her and her tantalizing hips begin to sway.
The intro is all me. She comes in at the first verse.
My eyes are on her soft pink lips as I begin to sing in a low raspy voice.
“ She walked in like a sin I’d never confessed
Red lips, soft skin, tight little dress. ”
She’s barely taken a breath, stroking her neck while she listens. My fingers dance on the strings as I continue.
“ Said she’d never been touched like this
Now I’m on my knees, starved for her kiss .”
I play the verse as she licks her tempting lips and starts singing, low and sensual.
“ He said I’ll go slow, baby, and take my time
But his hands said mine, his mouth said mine
He pulled down my fears with the lace of my thong
And I let him in where I don’t let anyone. ”
Her voice sends shivers rippling through me. Even though I wrote the lyrics, hearing her sing them to me in that sweet succulent voice changes me. Each word tugs at my soul. Her voice seeps into my veins, better than any drink or drug I’ve ever had.
Our eyes meet as we sing the chorus as one, her sultry tones lighting a fire in me I thought was long dead.
“ We moved like we’d burn right through the floor
Whispers turned to growls, begging turned to more
Bodies tangled, breathless cries
First taste, last breath, no alibis. ”
My body burns as I listen to her singing the next verse, those delectable lips moving in the most hypnotic way. All I can think about is taking her. Right here. Right now. My cock hardens and aches as I think about how sweet those lips would feel wrapped around it.
I forget to jump in at the next verse. I’m too distracted with the thought of this beauty’s bare legs thrown over my shoulder, my mouth buried between them tasting her sweetness.
She looks at me with those sexy green eyes, her cheeks blushing as I continue to play. I play the chords again and sing as she tries not to watch my mouth moving.
I need this girl. I’ve never needed anything like I need her. She’s the sun to my universe. The lyrics to my song. She’s everything to me and I don’t ever want to let her go.
I finish the verse and then we jump back into the chorus, singing together.
We’re meant to be together. We’re two halves of the same whole. What else would explain how incredible we’re sounding even though it’s the first time we’ve sung together? What else could explain these intense feelings I have—like my soul is being twisted and yanked around with every look she gives me?
She finishes the song off, her raspy voice dropping to a whisper. I’m mesmerized as I watch her, leaning in close.
“ No past, no shame, just sweat and skin
And the kind of love that burns like sin .”
She’s singing just for me, low and secretive like she’s confessing her deepest darkest desires just to me. Heat pulses in my core. My hard cock throbs. I’m not leaving these stables before I kiss her. Hopefully more. These horses are about to get another show and it won’t involve any singing.
“ We didn’t just make love—we set fire
Bodies aching, soaked in desire .”
Her voice fades away as I finish the song on my guitar, my fingers slowing as my heart races.
I’ve sung with dozens of women over the years. Some of the most talented to ever walk the earth. Some of the most beautiful to ever exist.
But nothing compares to this girl. Nothing.
She’s on a whole other level.
I just hope she never realizes how out of her league I am.
But one thing is for sure. I’m going to spend every moment until my last trying to be the man that she deserves.
My fingers strum quietly, fading the song away. When it’s done, we both sit there, staring at each other in shock.
I don’t think either of us quite believes what just happened. What a masterpiece we just created together.
This must be how Jimi Hendrix felt after he played Woodstock, or Freddie Mercury after playing Live Aid. It must be how Leonardo DaVinci felt after painting the last stroke of the Mona Lisa or how Michelangelo felt as he looked up at his completed David statue for the first time. It feels like we just created something special. Something timeless. Something legendary.
And it was just for us.
My heart pounds in my chest as I gaze into her glassy green eyes, the air around us charged with heat. Even the horses are quiet, respecting the enchanting mystical moment.
“That was beautiful,” she whispers, tearing up. “I love it.”
I feel so connected to this woman like I’ve never felt connected to anyone before. I’ve been living my life like a statue. Something people look up to but don’t really see. Something they worship but never really know. Impenetrable on the outside, and hard and cold on the inside.
And this woman just cracked me open. Split me in pieces. She’s looking at the real me, and for once, I’m not scared. I’m not pulling away. I’m grateful and wanting more.
My eyes water and I get choked up too. I haven’t cried in decades, since my mother died when I was seventeen, but the tears are coming now.
I turn, embarrassed, about to wipe them away in disgust, but she takes my hand and I realize I don’t have to hide my feelings from her. I don’t have to hide anything from her.
She smiles warmly as she reaches up and cups my face, wiping the wetness from my eye with her soft thumb.
“You wrote that thinking of me?” she asks.
I nod as my body hums, raw and desperate. “You’re the only thing I think about.”
Her eyes soften and her lips part. I lean in and she doesn’t pull away or turn her head. She leans in as well, moaning as our mouths meet.
I taste her soft warm tongue and my pulse races, knowing this is the first of many, many kisses.
My eyes fall closed as I deepen the kiss, exploring her mouth as she moans into mine. I only pull away so I can remove this guitar from between us, taking off the strap and lowering it to the floor.
As soon as it’s gone, my hands are back on her, our lips moving as one. She runs her trembling hands up my arms and onto my shoulders as I cup her neck, holding her mouth against mine.
There’s no coming back from this. I’m obsessed. I’m hers. And she’s mine.
She tastes like everything I’ve ever wanted and never thought I’d have, and it’s messing me up, tearing me apart with every sweet press of her lips and sexy little moan.
I sink my hands into her soft blonde hair, loving the way her curls tickle my skin. I give her silky locks a little tug and she makes a sexy moan that drives me out of my mind.
“I want you,” I growl in her ear as our bodies move closer together, erasing all the frustrating distance between us.
“I’ve wanted you my whole life,” she whispers back.
I pick her up and put her on my lap, kissing her deeply as the intoxicating scent of her perfume fills my lungs, lighting my blood on fire.
My cock is a steel pole between us, but she doesn’t try to move away when it’s pressed against her thigh. She just kisses me harder, pulling my mouth to hers.
I rest my hand on her knee, but trying to keep it in place is nearly impossible. It slides up her bare thigh, tucking between her legs.
“ Oh, Cash ,” she whispers, moaning on my mouth as she opens her legs for me. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”
I was hoping the shy virgin girl next door persona wasn’t just an act, and now I know for certain that it’s not. She’s just as innocent and virtuous as I dreamed she’d be.
“I’ve never been in love before,” I tell her. “I’ve never felt like this.”
“Oh, Cash,” she moans as she grabs my shirt and pulls my mouth onto hers.
I keep sliding my hand up her open legs, dipping under her mini skirt until I feel the heat . She’s hot and wet and just as turned on as I am.
I swallow hard, my mouth watering as I drag my fingertips up her wet mound. It’s covered by her panties, but my touch still makes her shiver and moan. It still makes my cock ache with need.
“That’s my girl,” I growl as I slide my fingers into her panties and pull them to the side. “That’s how I want you. Nice and wet .”
She shakes and convulses on my lap as I touch her again, this time with nothing between us. She’s so wet. So soft. So completely and utterly mine .
“ Yes ,” she whimpers, biting her bottom lip as she starts rocking on my cock, moaning and whimpering as I play with her pussy. I trace her soft folds and rub her little clit. I tease her tight virgin hole and then groan as I slip a finger inside.
Her grip tightens on my shirt as I sink my finger in to the knuckle. She’s so fucking sexy. The faces she’s making… Her eyes squeezed shut, her lips opening and biting… Her legs start trembling as I slide in and out, coating my fingers with her cream.
“You feel so good,” I growl on her neck. “Your pussy is so tight .”
“ Don’t stop ,” she moans, gripping my wrist and squeezing it as she holds it in place.
“I’m your man now,” I tell her as I press the heel of my palm onto her clit, adding pressure. “You understand that?”
“ Yes ,” she moans, arching her back with a cry.
Her tits are thrust up into my face and I kiss them over her shirt until she gets frustrated and yanks her shirt and bra down, freeing her breasts. They tumble down in front of me and the beautiful sight steals my breath away. My hands are busy—one holding her up, the other making her moan—so I use my mouth, taking her perfect pink nipple between my lips and swirling my tongue over the tight, sensitive peak. The sound she makes… good lord … It’s pure heaven and sin all rolled into one.
“ Oh, Cash, ” she moans as she slides her fingers into my hair, holding my head in place. I kiss and lick her other breast, wondering what I ever did to get this lucky.
“You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” I say as I roam my hungry eyes down her. Her bare breasts are bouncing as she rocks her body, her legs spread open on my lap as her tight pussy clamps down on my fingers. I wish I had a camera. I wish I could videotape this moment. But that would just ruin it. I’ll just have to do my best to memorize every exquisite detail I can.
“I want more ,” I growl possessively as I pull my wet hand from her legs. She cries out so loud one of the horses snorts aggressively like he’s saying ‘Excuse me! We’re trying to sleep over here!’
“What are you doing?” she says, the desperation clear in her voice. I pick her up and carry her over to the hay stacks piled along the wall. I lower her onto one as she watches me with those shiny green eyes full of lust, full of want and need.
I gently open her legs and she offers me no resistance. My eyes drop to her cunt and I suck in a breath when I see it for the first time, peeking out of her panties. It’s so pink. So beautiful. It’s glistening like a flower covered in the morning dew. The sight shakes me to my core. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. So alluring. I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire life.
I swallow hard as I pull her panties off. She tucks her legs together as I pull them off her sexy cowboy boots and stuff them into my pocket. These are coming home with me. I’ve claimed them. They’re mine now.
I drop down to my knee and open her legs, her scent and sight driving me mad. I stare at her warm juicy cunt for as long as I can before my need takes over and I move in to devour it like a hungry beast.
Lola throws her head back and cries out as I put my mouth on her, tasting her warm honey for the first time. The warmth spreads into my chest, making my cock throb I’m so fucking turned on. I’ve never been this hard before. Never this overcome with lust.
I slide my tongue up her warm slit and dip it into her tight little hole. She cries out as I play with her, devouring her cunt like I’ve been waiting my whole entire life for it, which I have.
“Oh my god,” she cries out as I slide my hand onto hers. We entwine our fingers and she squeezes my hand as I glide my tongue up and down her folds, tasting her slick heat.
Her taste is everything—sweet, addictive, pure obsession. I want to write a song worshipping her pussy, but that song would be just for me. I wouldn’t let anyone listen to that.
Lola’s head falls back, a wild, breathless moan ripping from her throat. As each shudder of pleasure gets fiercer and more intense, I lick her pussy faster and suck on her clit harder.
Her legs begin to shake. Her grip tightens on my hand. My girl is about to cum…
The sexy whimpers and moans spur me on. They drive me crazy. My cock is rock hard, but I’m only focused on her. On her pleasure, on her taste, on her pretty little virgin pussy that’s about to erupt.
I want to make her come apart. I want her drowning in pleasure. I want to make her remember this moment forever, just like I will.
“Cum on me, beautiful,” I whisper between licks. “All over my mouth.”
She arches her back and cries out so loud the horses join her, neighing and snorting and blowing through their nostrils.
I take as much of her warm cunt into my mouth as I can and groan as she cums all over me. Warm honey hits my tongue and I almost lose my mind when I see the way she’s shaking and thrashing around, those beautiful tits bouncing with every movement.
She tastes so good. She looks even better.
The stunning sight cripples me. I’m gone . I’ll never be the same again.
This girl has irrevocably changed me forever.
I’ll never want anyone else. Ever .
“You, are divine ,” I whisper as I lean back, my ravenous eyes sliding all over her. I can still taste her. Every breath I inhale fills my lungs with her honey scent. My pulse is thundering through my body, making the hairs on my arms stand up straight.
“And you?—”
She gets interrupted when we hear voices on the other side of the door.
“Shit!” I say as I stand up, pulling her off the haystack.
She quickly tucks her breasts back into her shirt and shimmies her skirt down as the voices get louder.
“This way,” I say, grabbing her wrist and pulling her to the back door. She giggles as we run past the annoyed horses who are all trying to sleep.
“Sorry, guys!” she says to them as we pass. “Didn’t mean to keep you awake!”
The door opens, but we slip out the back before they see us. I glance over my shoulder as we escape into the night and I spot a rapper walking in with one of the bartenders.
“That was close,” Lola says, grinning as she turns to me. Her eyes are shining in the moonlight. Her skin flushed from her orgasm.
I push her up against the wall of the building and kiss her so good she moans and melts against me.
The cool breeze feels electric on my heated skin, but it’s this incredible girl who has me reeling. I can’t believe she’s real. I can’t believe she’s mine.
“Should we go back to the party?” she whispers as I cup her face, gazing into her eyes. “I should check on my friends.”
I memorize this perfect moment, knowing I’ll be coming back to it for the rest of my life.
“Alright,” I say as I take her hand. “But you’re not leaving my side.”
She grins and kisses me on the lips. “Deal.”