Chapter 35 Cass
***Cass***
Cash made good on his threat and yanked my panties in half.
He let the ruined lace dangle over each of my thighs and there was something about the sight of him gripping his dick with my ruined panties framing him that made me wish there was a camera available when I actually wanted it.
His big, tan body moved closer and his grip tightened.
“You’re going to strangle the little guy.
” I locked my legs around his waist and licked my lips when he growled at me.
Maybe it was crazy but there was something about Cash letting his aggressive side out that did it for me.
I reached down and wrapped my hand around his not so little guy and pumped. “Condom?”
His head tipped back on a moan as I circled his tip. “Jesus. I have one… Just… Fuck.”
I let him go and watched as he frantically grabbed his jeans and found his wallet.
The sound he made when he found a condom was sexy, this strangled sound of relief like he wasn’t sure he’d make it if he wasn’t in me soon.
I felt sexy perched there on the side of my table with my legs open for him.
It wasn’t a feeling I felt often so I reveled in it.
I closed my legs when he came at me again just to see the panic strike him but I couldn’t tease him for long.
Not when he was staring at me the way he was.
“Fuck, Cassidy, don’t tease me. I’ve been dying for this for weeks.” He groaned when I opened my legs again and tossed the condom on the table beside me. “I need a taste.”
I wanted to argue, he hadn’t let me have a taste after all, but then he was on his knees and his tongue was inside me and I couldn’t remember my own name, much less anything about stopping him.
I tried to stifle a moan and failed but I couldn’t help it.
Cash was licking me all over, nibbling at my lower lips, and twisting his tongue in a way that made my eyes cross. “Cash.”
He looked up at me with his mouth closed around my clit and I could see the smirk in his eyes.
He loved that he was making me moan. He gave my clit a long pull and watched my face as I panted and shoved my palm in my mouth.
He didn’t stop when my body tensed around him or when I grabbed two fistfuls of his hair and cried his name.
He didn’t stop when I came so hard I saw stars.
He didn’t stop until he’d licked every part of my sex and even then he only stopped to trail his mouth higher to my nipples.
He sucked them while sliding two fingers inside me.
“Gotta make sure you’re ready for your riding lesson.” He pumped his fingers faster and kissed up my chest and throat. When he got to my mouth he kissed me hard, letting me taste myself on his tongue while his fingers made my thighs shake. “Fuck, you’re sexy, Cassidy. Fucking perfect. You sure?”
I grabbed his shoulders and nodded wildly. “I’m sure. Please, Cash.”
“Why the fuck does my name sound so much sexier when you say it?” He pulled his fingers out and kissed my lips as I pouted at the empty sensation. Rolling on the condom, he pulled me even closer to the edge of the table and we both looked down to watch as he pressed into me. “Fuck.”
I gripped his shoulders tight and held my breath, feeling the pressure of the stretch immediately.
He moved slowly to let me adjust and I realized neither of us were breathing.
When he had half of his length inside me I tipped my head back and let out a quiet whimper.
It was so much, the sensation of him stretching me and the sight of our bodies together, his so much harder and tanner than mine.
Cash’s voice was gravel when he spoke. “Almost there. Rethinking the cowboy thing now?”
I looked back at him and found his brown eyes nearly black.
The strain on his face was evident but he held my gaze and didn’t look away, even while continuing the forward push of his hips.
I opened my mouth but I couldn’t speak. I was struck by the way he watched me, studied me.
He encompassed me so wholly and I felt seen.
The way his eyes drank in every motion in my face, the way he’d wrapped one arm around my back, even the way he shifted his hand and rubbed my clit when my face pinched.
There’d been a time when I was convinced I’d spend my entire life only having one man touch me.
There was never supposed to be anyone else.
As Cash filled me completely, I felt my world shift.
It was a physical boundary finally being smashed through and it made the backs of my eyes burn with emotion.
It was closure in a strange way and at a terrible time.
Cash pressed his forehead to mine. “Too much? We can stop, Cassidy.”
I gripped his shoulders tighter and locked my legs behind him. “N-no. I don’t want to stop. I want you.”
“Okay?” He cupped the back of my neck and shifted to press his lips to my forehead.
It was the sweetest gesture and it showed me things about all the times I’d had sex before that I wasn’t ready or willing to unpack. I blinked away the embarrassing tears and smiled to show him I was good. Better than good. “I’m okay. Really okay. Maybe even good.”
He grinned at my joke and kissed me. It was slow and sweet before it slowly became more.
The slight sting faded and I could feel him so deep inside me.
I moved my hands down his chest and sides and then over his firm ass.
Our tongues changed from exploring to a darker dance, both of us starving for more.
With his mouth still pressed to mine and his hands both moving to grip my thighs he sounded pained as he spoke. “I’ll go slow.”
I wrapped my arms around him and reveled in the feeling of his big body, hot and hard, pressed so tightly to mine.
Our lips slowed as he pulled out. My core suddenly felt so empty but then he pushed back in and I moaned into his mouth.
There he was, back inside so deep, and then gone again. It was sweet torture. “More.”
Cash buried his face in my neck and groaned. “You feel so fucking good, Cassidy. Goddamn, it feels like your pussy was made for me.”
I gripped his head and experimentally rolled my hips. Fireworks. Fucking stars. I gasped when tilting my hips back made his cock rub a new part of me that stole my breath and made me never want it back. “Fuck. Please. More.”
He pulled out faster and thrust home harder, gradually moving his hips faster and faster.
He lifted his hand to grip the back of my neck again and he shifted his other hand so he could rub my clit even as he fucked me senseless.
Then his mouth dropped to my nipple and the sharp tug of suction made me gasp loudly and grip his head even tighter.
“Perfect nipples. So fucking pretty. Tastes like strawberries, too, Cassie.”
Falling back on my elbows, my head hung over the side of the table and my entire top half was exposed for his lips and teeth to explore.
The pressure growing between my thighs was all-consuming and I wasn’t sure I’d want him to stop thrusting even if someone came in.
I clamped down on his shaft and bit my hand again to stay silent.
As silent as possible, anyway. The slap of our bodies coming together over and over again wasn’t exactly quiet and Cash’s words had turned into drawn out growls as he tasted me.
That pressure built faster and the way his thumb teased my clit made it all the more powerful.
I knew I was close to coming but I couldn’t get my brain to say the words.
My core pulsed as the rest of my body tensed.
My back arched off the table and Cash quickly grabbed me and covered his mouth with mine.
He kissed me desperately as I held him even tighter, my fingers locked in his hair. I was so close.
“Come for me, sweetheart.” Something about the twang of his accent as he called me sweetheart pushed me over the edge.
Coming around his large cock was a full-body experience and I gave in.
I couldn’t care how I looked or sounded or if my office was soundproofed enough by the thick walls.
Every part of my body suddenly twitched and then I was coming hard enough to scream.
Cash covered my mouth with his hand and stared into my eyes as I vibrated from the intensity.
My muscles clenched and released, clenched and released, until I was limp with pleasure.
Cash’s face darkened and his jaw muscles flexed as he ground his teeth and came with me. He held my gaze as he continued to pump his hips into mine, dragging out both of our pleasure until I slumped backwards on the table and he collapsed over me, chest heaving.
He rubbed his face all over my stomach and chest as we both caught our breath and he slowly softened in me. When I could move my arms again I wrapped them around his shoulders and grinned up at the ceiling. I couldn’t remember ever feeling lighter.
Cash lifted his head and saw me. “That’s definitely a compliment.”
I looked down at him and couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. It was contagious because he was smiling back at me, the pale scar that cut through his upper lip vanishing with the stretch. It felt…happy. “I think I remember having bones. They’re all gone now.”
He pressed a kiss over the center of my chest and straightened, pulling me with him. “You don’t need ‘em. You look great without bones. Stunning.”
Running my hands over his tattoos, I kissed the one over his heart and made a sound that might’ve been a ‘thank you’. I felt different. New. The last chain dragging me down to Cole was gone. I felt like I had a chance.
“Next time, we find a bed. You’re so fucking soft and sweet after coming. I want to keep you like this.”
“Apparently all it takes is a good orgasm. Kudos.” I found my strength and sat back so I could pretend to frown at him. “And what are you talking about, next time?”
His face turned down in a scowl but his dick hardened again, still inside me. “There’s going to be a next time. And a time after that. And a time after that. This is too good to not repeat.”
I gaped down at where our bodies were still connected. “That got you hard again?”
He smirked. “Guess I like you when you’re not so sweet, too.”