Chapter Seventeen Saylor #2
Before I could snap a retort, his tongue was licking a ghostly drop of green chili sauce from the corner of my mouth.
He covered my gasp of surprise with a press of his lips to mine, and the next thing I knew, I was sitting on his lap, our tongues dancing together in the most intense kiss of my life.
His heavy-lidded gaze remained on my mouth when at last he let me up for air.
“Sweetest damn dessert ever,” he whispered before swooping in for another taste.
Time disappeared as Cash plundered my mouth. His kisses thundered my heart and tingled my skin as they arrowed straight to my core, leaving me a throbbing mess of need.
“If you keep squirming over my lap like that, I’m not responsible for what the neighbors think.” His big hand on my hip stilled me for a second as the strain in his voice pushed through the fog of lust in my brain.
From a long distance, the sounds of people laughing, a car honking, the neighbor’s dogs barking, and someone’s stereo booming hip-hop across the green space brought me back into the present.
We were sitting in one of my lounge chairs on my deck in full view of anyone walking by or hanging out on the lawn.
Based on the hard length beneath my ass and the pulsing state of my clit, we’d been putting on quite a show for anyone who cared to look over at my apartment.
On such a warm spring evening, it was a wonder most of my neighbors weren’t outside barbecuing or playing frisbee with their dogs or drinking beer on their own decks.
As I glanced around, I only saw my neighbors diagonally opposite my place sitting on their deck, apparently oblivious to little show Cash and I had been putting on. Clearing my throat, I pushed off his lap, my legs a touch wobbly as I stood beside his chair.
“I didn’t mean you should get up,” Cash grumbled.
“What is it about you?”
Confusion marred his handsome features.
“Every time you’ve kissed me, we’ve been in a semi-public place, and… and—”
Confusion morphed to wicked satisfaction as his brow shot up. “And you lose control and start dry-humping me?”
“Argh! You are so full of yourself!” Gritting my teeth, I picked up the detritus of our meal, stacking to-go containers and empty bottles of beer to dispose of inside my kitchen.
His rich laughter rumbled through me as he carefully stood and helped me clean up dinner.
“Just pointing out facts.” He held the French door as I marched inside.
“I kiss you, and you climb on top of me. If you ask me, it’s a pretty good time, but not one I’d want your neighbors to gossip about—unless you’re okay with that.
” Pressing me against the counter with his body, he caged me in, his hands on either side of my hips.
“If you’re into showing off, I’ll play along. ”
“I’m not into public sex,” I huffed as he brushed the front of his shorts along the front of mine.
“No judgment if you were, but I’m gonna be honest.” Leaning in, he left a trail of fiery kisses up the side of my neck. “I’d rather be the only one who gets to see how beautiful ecstasy looks on you.”
Cash’s voice alone could set my panties aflame, but when he said things like that?
Of their own volition, my arms entwined around his neck as my knee slid up to hook his hip.
Then his mouth was back on mine, and the hot desire that came with the caress of his tongue over mine burned away all coherent thought.
Our moans filled my tiny kitchen as the thin barrier of our shorts drove me bananas.
I wanted that hard length currently rubbing along my clit to be pumping inside me.
At last I tore my mouth from his. “Please,” I rasped. “Bedroom down the hall.”
Effortlessly, he snagged my thighs and tugged me up to wrap my legs around his waist as he carried me across my great room, around the corner, and down the hallway to my bedroom.
He held onto me all the way until he was pinning me to the mattress.
Then his mouth was back on mine, nipping at my lower lip and soothing the sting with a glide of his tongue before he slid it into my mouth to mimic what I so desperately wanted him to do with his cock in my pussy.
As though he’d read my mind, he dropped one hand to the front of my shirt, deftly unbuttoning it as his hips continued their delicious temptation between my thighs.
When he discovered the front clasp of my bra, he smiled against my mouth and flicked it open.
The cool air fanning my heated skin drew my nipples into sharp peaks, anticipating his touch.
Dragging his mouth down the side of my neck and over my chest, he teased me by kissing a trail between my breasts down to my navel.
He swirled his tongue around it before slipping it into the silver ring piercing my belly button and gently tugging.
My clit throbbed in response, and I smacked my hand over my mouth at the loud moans that escaped my throat.
Lifting his head, Cash’s eyes glittered up at me as he pulled my hand from my mouth. “I love the sounds you make when I’m touching you. Don’t hold back.”
Then he dropped his hand to my breast, his long fingers rubbing my achy nipple until I arched into his touch with a soft cry.
“Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please kiss me there.”
That predator grin was back as he lowered his head to my breast, teasing me with just the tip of his tongue—quick little flicks that had me writhing in frustration beneath him.
Amusement rumbled in his throat, and then he closed his mouth over my aching peak, his teeth and his tongue teasing and tugging as I arched beneath him, seeking more.
His big football-throwing hand kneaded my other breast as he plucked and pinched my nipple between the callused pads of his thumb and forefinger.
I swear, his attention to my sensitive tits was going to be enough to make me come.
As though he’d anticipated my response, he transferred his mouth to my other breast and skimmed his knuckles down my quivering belly, stopping for a sec to toy with my piercing before dropping lower to expertly slip the button on my shorts and pull the zipper down.
He rubbed his finger over the tight bud of my clit, sending my hips into a frenzy as I bucked up into his touch.
My cries of pleasure bounced off the walls as I speared my fingers into his silky black hair, alternately pulling it and holding his head to my breast.
Right as the sensations of release coiled up in my core, he sat up, dragging a moan of protest from my throat.
“Cash,” I whined. “Why are you stopping?”
He grinned down at me. “You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?”
Then he grabbed a handful of his T-shirt and tugged it off over his head, missing my narrow-eyed glare at his observation. His shirt landed somewhere on the floor. With one quick jerk, my shorts joined it. For a second, he stared at my lacy panties before dragging a finger along my slit.
“You’re soaked.” If anything, his smile of approval made me even wetter.
Sliding his long fingers under the elastic, he skimmed my panties down my legs, then feathered the pads of his fingers along my skin, from the insides of my ankles to my knees, where he gently coaxed them farther apart before continuing up my thighs.
Kneeling on the floor by the side of the bed, he slipped his hands under my thighs and pulled me to the edge.
The molten silver of his eyes was my only warning before he buried his face in the apex of my thighs to lick and suck my clit with his hot mouth until I was fisting the covers and mumbling incoherently.
When he slipped one long finger inside me, I surged off the mattress, but he anchored me with a heavy forearm across my hips and added another finger, somehow unerringly finding the exact right spot every time he pushed inside.
All the while he fingered me, he nipped and tugged on my clit with his teeth, soothing the tiny stings with licks and nibbles of his lips over me.
Liquid heat pooled low in my belly as my hips undulated to match his rhythm while I chased my pleasure.
Then he clamped down on that bundle of nerves, sucking me hard as he thrust his fingers inside me, and I rose off the bed with a scream.
“Fuck! Cash! Oh, sweet Jesus. I’m coming!” I cried.
He continued to work me through my orgasm, at last slowing to a gentle tug on my clit, before he sat up and stared deep into my eyes as he took his time licking my juices from his long fingers.
“Mmm, mmm, mmm. You’re delicious, Saylor.”
Those words spoken in his rumbly voice had me clamping my thighs together as the aftershocks rolled through me. Dropping his gaze to my thighs, he gave a slight shake of his head.
“We’re a long way from finished, babe.”
Returning his gaze to mine, he stood and slowly undid his fly. Then he pulled a condom from the pocket of his shorts and tossed it onto my stomach. When I went to reach for it, he said, “Don’t move.”
Slowly, I lowered my hand back to my side and watched in fascination as he leisurely pushed his shorts off his hips.
When he let his cock spring free of his boxer briefs, it was everything I could do to remain still when all I wanted was to sit up and wrap my hands around his hard length.
A slight shake of his head told me he knew exactly where my thoughts had gone, but he had other plans.
Deliberately skimming his knuckles over my skin, he snagged the condom and tore it open, taking half the night to smooth it over his impressive cock before giving himself a tug that made me growl in frustration. Wicked laughter rumbled from him.
“Haven’t you heard, Saylor? Good things come to those who wait.”
Pressing my thighs apart, he stood gloriously naked between them.
As he stroked himself again, each of us catalogued the other.
While I’d seen most of him when we were floating the river, I still enjoyed this unobstructed view of his sculpted beauty: his broad, powerful shoulders, perfectly muscled arms, thick chest, ripped abs, and the sexy obliques framing his happy trail, which ended at his gorgeous cock.
My mouth watered at the sight, and I licked my lips.
That move jolted him from his own perusal.
Spreading my knees wider, he crouched to line himself up at my entrance.
Nudging his way between my folds, he gave me about an inch of himself, stopped, and tipped his head back.
In the light of the setting sun slanting through the window, the cords of his neck stood out in stark relief against his tanned skin.
“Cash. I don’t want you to hold back.”
“And I don’t want to hurt you,” he gritted out before he pulled back and pushed in half again as much.
The delicious stretch had me lifting my hips, my body begging for more of his.
“Saylor,” he warned.
But he pushed in further, pulled out, and pushed in again, then again, until at last he’d seated himself balls-deep inside me. There was so much of him I could barely breathe, and still, I wanted more. My walls pulsed around him, trying to pull him deeper inside me, and he groaned.
“Fuck, Saylor. Fuck, fuck, fuck. If you keep doing that, I’m never going to last.”
“Cash, you feel incredible. I need you to move. I need you to fuck me.” I shifted beneath him, and he groaned again. “Please.”
Grasping my knees, he tugged my thighs up and then smoothed his hands down my calves to my ankles, setting them on his shoulders as he straightened his knees.
The move pulled my hips off the bed, and then he leaned forward, resting his palms on either side of me.
“You are so hot and wet and tight. Jesus, Saylor. You feel like heaven.” He pulled out halfway and slammed back into me.
“I had other plans for how this was going to go, but those will have to wait until next time,” he said through his clenched jaw.
Angling his body forward, he held nothing back, giving me all of himself, hard and deep.
In this position the head of his cock repeatedly hit the perfect spot inside me, and in minutes I was fisting the covers again and screaming his name.
After a couple more thrusts, he let out a shout and went rigid before pounding into me a few more times as though he had no control over his body.
He blinked down at me, the wild slowly leaving his eyes.
Gently, he removed my ankles from their perch on his shoulders, letting my feet slide down to the floor, before he collapsed on top of me, our breathing ragged as he buried his face in my neck.
I ran my fingers through his hair and skimmed my hands over his shoulders as the aftershocks rolling through me served as mini orgasms.
Right when I thought he might press me into the mattress permanently, Cash stirred, dragging himself out and off me.
Immediately, I felt bereft with the loss of his weight and his heat.
He tugged the condom off, knotted it, and headed to the bathroom next door to my bedroom.
I heard the toilet flush and the sink run, and then he was back.
Sliding his hands beneath me, he rearranged me on the bed and slid in beside me.
Resting on his side, his head propped up on his hand, he stared down at me as he ran a lazy fingertip up and down the center of my torso.
“I knew it was going to be good with you, but I think you may have completely wrecked me.”