CHAPTER ELEVEN
Haden
Cassie grips my arms and pulls me closer so our naked chests press together as I kiss her, lifting her up to straddle me.
My mouth swallows every moan, every whimper that leaves her beautiful lips as she moves with me.
Every thrust into her tight hot cunt threatens to unravel me.
Every cell in my body centers as her pussy threatens to milk my cock.
“Haden …” she whimpers as her nails slide down my arms, and a deep growl leaves my chest. I’ve barely made my way inside her. So fucking tight.
“Christ. What are you doing to me?”
“I think …” she pants. “You might be too big like this.”
I shake my head and pull her lower. My arm wrapped around her waist holds tight and her hardened nipples graze my chest. The feeling of our naked skin together is intoxicating.
“You’re ready for me, I promise.” My voice is steadier than I feel as I bring my free hand to her lips, sliding my first two fingers into her mouth.
She takes them eagerly, slipping her tongue between my fingers.
My cock pulses inside her and I use her moan to push deeper.
I pull my fingers from her mouth and move them to her clit.
Her head falls back and she opens up for me.
“That’s it …” I tell her. “Now take all of me.” I sink fully into her in one deep thrust while she grips my shoulders tight.
I spread my thighs wider and thrust upward and, I have no idea how, but it feels as though she tightens around me even more.
Her tits bounce as I fuck into her from below.
I watch the beauty that is Cassie losing every inhibition she was holding onto, and the idea I gave her that freedom makes every single sensation so much stronger.
I pull her face back down to mine and kiss her, holding her tight and not letting her move as she takes all of me. My gaze drops to where we’re connected and she moans. The sound is pure desire. It’s so fucking hot.
“You’re so full. Such a pretty sight stuffed with my cock.”
Heat rushes through my veins, and I let out a deep growl, knowing I can’t last like this much longer. It’s been too long and she’s too perfect.
“Feel that?” I ask as I move my hips.
“Yes …” she cries. “I feel you … so deeply. I feel everything.”
My lips seal hers as I slide my hand to the back of her head. I move more as we kiss, and Cassie knots her fingers into my hair.
“So tight … So fucking stunning,” I whisper.
I grip her hips and begin to move her just how I want her.
“Just missing one thing,” I say as I pick my hat up off the dashboard and drop it onto her head.
Fuck me. She reaches her hand up and holds the hat to her head and pouts her lips. I almost come on the spot.
“You like that?” she asks with a sexy little grin.
“Fuck yes, Princess, ride me. Let your soaking cunt swallow all of me.”
She gives in to my demands, and I revel in every bit of pleasure that chases through my blood.
“One more, Cass. I know you’ve got one more for me, don’t you, baby?”
She’s wild and confident, and turning her into a quivering mess around my cock is a fucking rush I’ve never felt before.
“Come on, Princess …” My voice is deep and commanding as I slow her hips to savor her. I time my words with each intentional stroke. “That’s it. You’re almost there …”
I pinch her clit and she moans as her walls clench around me.
My balls tighten and fire creeps up my hips while her legs start to shake.
“Come all over me, Cass,” I growl against her skin. “The second you come, I’m right there with you.” My eyes bore into hers. “It’s just you and me, yeah?”
Cassie lowers her eyes to meet mine and she nods. They’re normally icy and light but, right now, they’re dark and stormy. Her beautiful lips curve slightly and she smirks. It sends me over the edge.
“Come with me, Cowboy,” she pleads.
I erupt.
An intense growl leaves my chest as my cock jerks inside her as she comes with me, crying out my name as she does.
She pants as I let out a satisfied sigh and my cock settles inside her.
Her hair hangs like a soft curtain in front of my face and I do my best to catch my breath as tiny whimpers escape her lips.
“Is … is it always like that?” she asks. “For you, I mean?”
“Never,” I tell her as we catch our breath together.
When her eyes find mine, she exhales and smiles. “Just checking.” She presses a kiss to my lips and leans her head against my collarbone.
We rest together in my foggy truck and listen as a crack of thunder sounds outside the windows and rain begins to pelt against the glass.
I stroke her bare back with the tips of my fingers and try to figure out what to say now. Contrary to popular belief, it’s a rare day when I just hook up with someone I don’t at least sort of know. It dawns on me that I don’t even know her last name.
Cassie raises herself up off of me, moving cautiously in the dark, searching for her clothes and passing me mine as she finds them.
I watch her as I pull my t-shirt over my head and find her bra for her.
She smiles at me. It’s the fake sort of smile she’d offer a stranger.
This moment has gone from passionate, intense and rich with emotion to awkward as fuck in one minute flat.
“So, do you … Fuck. It seems odd asking you this now, but what do you do? Where do you live?” I ask.
Cassie presses her finger to my lips.
“We’re not going to do that,” she says as she flashes me a genuine smile and fluffs her golden hair around her shoulders. “We both knew what this was. And for the record, I don’t live here. So we’re gonna leave everything we just did right here in this truck.”
She pulls down my sun visor and runs her ring finger under her eye, fixing her makeup.
“You’re off the hook this time. Besides, we don’t even like each other. Remember?”
It’s obvious that her mask from earlier is back in place now. I set my jaw. This is new for me. I’ve never been the one to be brushed off after sex before. I don’t know if I want to be “off the hook.” I guess there’s a first for everything but, truthfully, I don’t love this feeling.
Cassie does the final button up on her shorts and pulls her boots onto her feet before placing her hand on my knee.
“Listen I … I hate awkward goodbyes. Um … should I say it’s been fun? Or I’ll see you around?”
Something in me wants to push her for more, to tell her to give me her number so I can talk to her again.
But the logical side of my brain reminds me that I live on a ranch in the middle of Kentucky.
And, whoever she is, she’s a stranger and doesn’t seem to be looking for anything more than just one night.
So, instead, when she takes my hat off her head and places it back on mine, I reach over and let my fingers trail down one of her curls. I tip my hat to her with a small smile.
“Did you drive?” I ask.
“Yeah, and I’m good to drive home.” I know she must be sober. She only had two sangrias and that was hours ago now. I move to get out of the truck and walk her to her own car.
“Alright, well, where are you parked?” I ask her, but she reaches out and places her soft hand on my forearm.
“Actually, can you give me a few female minutes?”
She pulls her phone out, the one I’ve heard buzz from my truck floor at least five times since we’ve been in here. Her brow furrows and then she slides it into her pocket.
“I’m just going to pop into the ladies’ room. Then you can have your honorable moment and walk me to my car.”
I set my jaw and nod as I do my best to burn the image of her pretty blue eyes into my brain.
I lean over her and open her door from the inside.
Cassie is momentarily caged in by my arms and my chest tenses and then relaxes as she climbs out of the truck.
I lean my head back against the seat for a few seconds, watching her re-enter the bar.
I feel like I’ve been taken out at the knees, and not because my bad one is aching from anchoring it on my truck seat while I drove in and out of her.
But because the little princess made me feel something. Something more than lust.
I spend a minute fixing my clothes before I get out of my truck and head back into the bar to wait for her.
The minutes tick by and I pace to check outside a few times, but Cassie never comes back.
I even send Lindy, a girl I went to high school with, into the ladies’ room to see if she’s in there.
That’s a fun conversation, but I have a moment of worry when I realize it’s possible Cassie could be hurt.
When Lindy comes back out shaking her head, I know.
I’ve been ditched. Another first, but for some reason I decide to wait the extra hour until the bar closes just in case she decides to come back.
But she doesn’t. I cast one last glance around the parking lot before I leave, though I don’t even know what kind of car she drove here.
The whole way home, and even as I enter my empty cabin, I’m thinking about her pretty smile, the fire in her eyes, knowing I will probably never see her again and wondering how the fuck I’m supposed to forget her.