CHAPTER TEN
Cassie
I , Cassie Spencer, promise to really let myself have it about this decision. I will scold myself for whatever convinced me that straddling this cowboy in the cab of his black pickup truck was a good idea. Tomorrow.
Right now, the only thing I care about is the gentle scruff of his callused hands sliding up under my shorts, and the way the bulge in his jeans feels pressed against my aching core.
The air is thick with tension as we kiss and touch and rock together in the cab of his truck. He’s parked in the dark back corner of the parking lot, and I couldn’t have been more grateful to the universe for that as we climbed inside.
Haden pulls my shirt off over my head, my hands roaming his defined abs under his t-shirt. When my top and lacy bra are tossed on the bench seat, Haden’s hungry gaze reflects the same level of want in mine.
“Fuck,” he murmurs. The way he watches my chest heaving for him, and his eyes move over me, as if he’s unsure where he wants to latch his mouth first. I could drown in the look of his pupils blown wide as he takes in the sight of my body.
I never want him to stop looking at me just like this.
Possessive, frenzied, wild at the edges.
There’s nothing unsure about his touch when his large hands knead my skin, rocking my hips against him as his mouth comes crashing down on mine again.
Moments pass like this before his lips move to my neck, to the place my pulse hammers in my throat, and he sucks in a steady pull when he feels it against his lips.
I whimper, begging for whatever he’s offering me.
“You always kiss on the first date, Cass?” His voice is gruff and sexy, and the way he called me “Cass”? It’s a familiarity I can’t make sense of.
I speak against his lips in a breathless whisper. “Don’t really date much actually, so no.”
Haden swipes my hair off my forehead, then slides his fingers down to grip my face, his thumb tracing my bottom lip. His touch feels so good. In control and demanding. Passionate.
Haden drops one hand to my hip and pulls me tighter to him, chasing the sweet friction of us.
His other hand sinks into my hair. He tugs softly, forcing my eyes to flutter.
He presses his face to his fist through my hair and I hear him groan deeply.
I moan in return at the thought of his desperation for me as he brings my mouth to his lips.
I wait with anticipation as everything around me slows and I continue to rock against him.
I’ve never wanted a man to kiss me the way I want him right now.
He releases my hair and runs his thumb across my bottom lip before sealing his mouth over mine.
He tastes like sweet bourbon as I trail kisses down his neck and bite his hot skin gently.
He groans deeper, and sparks spread to my core.
My hands slip from his shoulders to his chest, where I feel the smooth warm terrain of his muscular body.
I never want to let go, so I pull him closer still.
Needing Haden as close as I can get him.
Needing him like I need air. If just kissing him turns me on like this, I can’t even imagine what comes next.
Butterflies erupt in my stomach with the thought.
His tongue slides across mine and his hands move to my waist, squeezing my sides and rolling my hips. I gasp with the friction of his hardened cock. The seam on my jean shorts pushes against my clit and I close my eyes in pleasure.
He kisses under my ear, sucking and scraping his teeth down the side of my neck.“You liking me a little more now?”
“Not a chance,” I reply, out of breath. “Holy shit,” I murmur as his thumbs trail over my hardened nipples. He pinches each one as his tongue finds mine.
“How ’bout now?” he smirks.
“Maybe a little more,” I whisper. He lifts me off him and tugs at my shorts, pulling them down my legs.
Haden pauses, then backs up to let his eyes move over my body and then back up to my face.
He licks his lips like I’m his dessert as he takes in the wet spot in my panties.
I start to feel self-conscious when he doesn’t speak for a few seconds, so I turn to break our gaze.
His hand slides to my face and he tilts my chin upward so my eyes come back to his.
“You’re fucking stunning, Cassie,” he says, gripping his shirt at the nape of his neck and pulling it over his head, revealing the ink that spreads from his arms over his chest. A hawk’s wings spread wide grace his collarbones.
My eyes feast on his body. A body that is way too fucking hot for me to handle right now.
My attention is only pulled away when he unbuckles his belt and then loses his jeans and boots.
The outline of his cock in his boxers causes me to moan again.
I’ve never been so glad a man has lived up to his big dick energy.
He slides my panties down my legs and pushes me back on his bench seat.
I gasp when the cool leather hits my skin.
He gets me right where he wants me and then shoves my thighs apart.
I don’t even have time to protest as his mouth caresses my inner thigh, his other hand at my waist, circling it, holding me tight.
He grips behind my knees and pulls me closer.
Close enough that his face hovers over my dripping pussy before taking a long deep breath.
“Is this what you want, Princess?” he asks as he takes another deep inhale, dropping a single kiss to my clit. I shudder, realizing I don’t even hate being called Princess when his face is between my thighs.
He pushes one finger into my pussy and my back arches with the pleasure.
He pulls it out before pressing back in again.
I moan as his tongue trails my inner thigh and his finger pumps in and out of me, curving to massage a part of me I’ve only ever reached with my favorite vibrator. I cry out at the sensation.
“Fuck, Cass,” he growls. “All I can think about is tasting this sweet pussy. I’m fucking craving it. Answer me, so I can feast, baby.”
I didn’t answer before?
“Yes … fuck, yes, please …” I moan.
He stops nipping at my thigh to look at me with a wide smug grin. “I love the sound of you begging me so nicely.”
Haden’s bottom lip is between his teeth, and his brow is furrowed. He strokes the spot I’m desperate for again and I feel the heat creep up my throat as the sounds of my soaking pussy echo through the cab of his truck.
I moan, past the point of caring. Haden doesn’t hesitate any longer. He dips back down and seals his mouth over me with a groan, licking a firm trail up my center and staring up at me from between my legs. My breath goes shallow and I almost feel dizzy.
“Haden,” I cry out with quaking thighs. He doesn’t let up. My mouth is open but no sound escapes it as I take in the vision of him staring up at me while he feasts. He knows exactly how to torture me and he loves it.
Our eyes meet and he smirks against my pussy. “I knew you’d be so fucking sweet.” He flattens his tongue and slides it through my center again, all while keeping his gaze on mine. My hips rock against his face as he devours me. It feels like too much, but still I want more.
“Fuck me … please?” I beg. “Please tell me you have a condom.”
He’s still watching me as he shakes his head, his tongue buried inside me.
“Please,” I beg again. He backs up slightly with a scolding glance.
“I’m not done eating.”
“Oh …” I manage as I slide a hand into his hair and relax back into the seat, trying my best to be patient. I pray he doesn’t notice my lack of experience when it comes to his level of confidence. His fingers push inside me again and the tight coil of heat grows in my core.
“You’re … really fucking good at that,” I tell him.
“You never doubted me and you fucking know it,” he whispers.
I swear I can feel his grin against my skin, and a deep growl leaves him while he takes his time tasting me.
The feeling inside me grows. He’s so good, too good.
His lips lock onto my clit and he sucks, causing every muscle in my body to tighten as an intense orgasm crashes through me.
“Oh my God … Haden!” I cry out as an explosion of pleasure takes hold. I surrender to him, coming hard as I rock my hips into his face, my hand fisting his hair.
“Good fucking girl, that’s so good. You’re so fucking pretty when you come,” he whispers, his skilled tongue still toying with my sensitive clit.
I take a moment and look up at the ceiling of his truck as I come down. The ache in my core has subsided, but as his fingers continue their stroke against me, the fire starts to reignite. I prop myself up on my elbows to get a better view of him.
He reaches over and cracks open his glovebox, fishing out a condom.
He turns back to me and opens his mouth to speak, but I cut him off.
“I’m sure,” I tell him, exhilarated with the rush of this man, this night, and something I’ve never done before.
He smiles down at me, shirtless and breathless.
I don’t even question my decision. He’s fucking glorious.
I reach up and swipe my thumb over the scruff of his jaw.
My eyes grow wide and I suck in a breath as he kisses my thumb with his plush lips then shoves his boxers down.
His cock is solid and heavy, and he’s definitely bigger than I’ve ever had.
Even in his large hand as he strokes himself, he still seems big.
Swiping the pre-cum from the tip with his thumb as he begins to roll the condom on, he nods to me. “Lay back.”
I do what he says because all I want is that thick cock inside me. He braces himself against the seat, sliding his cock through my soaking slit.
His eyes stay on mine as he slowly pushes the first inch into me. Everything gets blurry as I give in and begin to stretch around him.
“Haden, I have to tell you …” I mumble with my eyes closed. Lost in him, I grip his arms. He uses his finger to tilt my chin up to him.
“Hey, it’s just you and me, yeah? Eyes here. There’s no one else but us, and I want to see you,” he says, bringing my gaze back to his. The windows are fogged up and everything around us grows hazy as we hover on the brink of him fucking me.
“I’ve officially changed my mind. You’re not so bad,” I murmur, which earns me another chuckle from him. Truth is, I like him way more than I care to admit.
“You’re not so bad either, Princess,” he echoes, kissing my lips. “Now, take a deep breath for me and just relax a little. This is gonna be a tight fit.” Ever so slowly, he begins to work his way into me. “Goddamn, you’re perfect,” Haden murmurs, gripping my hips.
I try to inhale evenly, forcing myself to relax even though the anticipation of Haden filling me is making my pulse hammer in my throat. He sinks a little deeper and it’s the most incredible kind of pain. I want every single inch of him.
Haden pulls himself back out slowly and I breathe deeply, trying to get out of my own head. But he pushes away the insecurity instantly.
“Fucking Christ, you have the prettiest pussy.” He glances down, using a thumb to slide my arousal over my clit. I shudder at the touch.
“Breathe, pretty girl,” he urges. This time, it feels good when he inches deeper. I exhale again and my body relaxes. It welcomes him.
He smirks. “That’s it. Good girl.”
His praise settles me and I relax further as he fills me.
No man has ever talked to me like this before and I’m shocked that I want it.
I want to please him. People pay attention to me all the time, but Haden’s attention is the first to ever actually feel real.
I’m always in control, but with Haden, I don’t have to be.
He rules every part of me right now and it feels so good to let him.
Even if he knows it. One hand grips me at my waist while the other slides up to my breasts.
My nipples pebble as he grazes over them and I close my eyes and release a soft drawn-out moan.
Haden moves in and out of me slowly, pushing deeper.
I brace my arms on the window behind me, leaning into the glass to hold myself firm against his rolling hips.
“Haden … this feels …”
“Goddamn, Cass,” he groans, tipping his forehead toward mine. “I know.”
This is physical, I know. But this connection?
This feeling between us out of nowhere? I wasn’t prepared for that.
Everything is intense and all-consuming after this day with him.
The way he cared for me when I fell from the horse, the organic sense of safety and sensuality I feel around him. It’s like a drug I can’t get enough of.