Chapter 29 - Cash
Cash
When I pushed Roxie into the changing room, it felt like stepping over a line I’d been tracing for weeks.
Now, with the curtain shut and this beautiful woman in my arms, I was acutely aware of how flimsy everything was. The panel behind her. The fabric between us. The excuse I didn’t have ready if someone pulled that curtain back.
I didn’t care about any of it. My mind, which was normally moving a mile a minute, was focused on just one thing.
Her.
It felt incredible to finally give in to the temptation that had been tormenting me since she joined our tour.
Without realizing it, I’d been fantasizing about Roxie.
About exactly this, taking her somewhere private and surrendering to the intense desire that had been pinging between us every time our eyes locked together.
Somehow, Roxie felt better than I ever could have imagined, and tasted sweeter than the finest wine. Her lips parted in a gasp, her fingers clinging to me like she never wanted me to let go.
The sound of someone browsing the shelves just outside our changing room snapped me back into my body.
Roxie froze at the same time I did. I should have pulled away. I should have stepped back, given her space, made this safer.
Instead, I leaned in just enough to rest my forehead against hers, careful not to move the curtain, careful not to make a sound.
For whatever reason, pausing was better than stopping.
Pausing meant I could pick up where we left off once the coast was clear, and that sounded like a way better idea than walking away from this.
“You okay?” I breathed, barely moving my mouth.
She nodded, and the look in her eyes told me everything I needed to know.
I covered her hand with mine, not to stop her, just to slow the moment down, stretch it, make it last. There was something about being this close, this quiet, this aware of every sound outside the room that made everything sharper. More intimate between the two of us.
Her thumb traced the edge of my shirt, and I had to bite back a laugh at how unfair she was being.
“What?” she mouthed.
I leaned closer and whispered, “Now I’m worried that I can’t stay quiet.”
She raised an eyebrow like it was a challenge.
I leaned in and kissed her again, keeping it brief, keeping it controlled, because if I didn’t, I knew exactly how fast this would get away from me.
Her breath hitched, and the sound went straight through me.
Outside, someone asked for a fitting room. The curtain at the far end rattled. Footsteps passed.
Roxie laughed, totally silent but still lighting me up inside, her forehead dropping against my chest. I paused, heart pounding, my lips brushing her neck, but the danger of it all stoked the fire inside me and turned me on even more.
I caught our reflection in the mirror and didn’t recognize myself for a second, the way I stood there with her pinned between me and the wall, like I’d finally stopped pretending I was the guy who stayed in the background.
Her breath brushed my throat when she shifted, careful and quiet on purpose, and that did more to me than any sound she could have made.
Outside, a hanger scraped along metal, too close, too normal, and I stayed exactly where I was, holding out until not doing anything actually started to cause me physical pain.
My mouth hovered at her ear, not saying a word, just breathing there, letting her feel what I was about to do before I actually did it.
Slowly, I lowered her to the ground, but she knew I wasn’t stopping. She immediately twisted around, gazing over her shoulder at me expectantly.
She pushed her ass back, grinding it against my cock, and I couldn’t wait any longer.
I pulled Roxie’s panties to the side. She was soaked, her pussy slick and ready in a way that made me shiver with need. I lined up the tip, then pushed in slow, sinking inch by inch into her tight warmth with the tiniest amount of restraint.
She clamped her teeth on her lower lip to kill the sound that wanted to escape her throat.
I stood firm, legs planted wide, my arms bracing her by the shoulder as I started fucking her with long, measured thrusts.
She gripped me tightly, practically squeezing my cock with her inner muscles in such a wonderful way that it was a miracle I didn’t explode right then and there.
The wall rattled slightly with every motion, so damn thin it might as well have not been there at all.
“God, you're tight,” I growled low, my voice rough with the edges of my restraint.
Roxie arched her back so I could push deeper.
In the mirror I could see her face was flushed with pleasure, her full lips parted while she tried not to moan.
The thrill thrummed like a bass solo—anyone could yank that curtain, catch the slick noises of my cock driving into her, the soft smack of my hips on her skin.
She squeezed around me, drawing me deeper, her gasps sharp and needy.
“Faster,” she whispered, but I kept the rhythm slow, deliberate, feeling every pulse of her walls along my length, every vein throbbing inside her.
“Please,” she begged in a voice only I could hear. It was almost a whimper. “Cash, please…”
Laughter rang out from the store, steps drawing near. I slapped a hand over her mouth, my other arm locking her in place as I rammed harder, my cock nudging that sweet spot that made her thighs quake around me.
The curtain in the next stall slid open, footsteps retreating across the tile, and the last thread of restraint snapped clean through me.
The space hadn’t changed, but now it felt bigger, as if the world had finally looked away and I could take Roxie how I really wanted to.
I pulled back and drove hard, again and again, pounding into her.
My deepest hunger took over, my hands gripping her thighs like they were the only things tethering me to this world.
Her breath hitched against my mouth, and I took it as my signal, pressing closer, letting the need I’d been holding back finally have its say.
I fucked her steadily, the build teasing us both, a tingle shivering up inside of me that warned I couldn’t last long.
Her body shook against my chest, her curves molding to me, and she shattered.
I clamped my hand over her mouth again as her tight, wet pussy clenched wild and hot around my cock, flooding me with her release as she whimpered into my palm.
“Yes,” I breathed directly into her ear. “Come for me. Good girl.”
Her entire body shuddered with a new wave of pleasure. I continued driving into her, drinking in the sight of her in the mirror, riding out her climax until she was nothing but a quivering mess in my arms.
Only then did I allow myself to surrender to the sweet release that I had been holding at bay.
I lost control, slamming home one final time, my cock erupting inside of her.
My mouth fell open and I stifled a scream, gasping as the ecstasy consumed every part of me—cock, balls, thighs, even my chest. Now it was Roxie’s turn to gaze longingly at me in the mirror, admiring the sight of my orgasm as if I were performing on stage for an audience of one.
My cock shuddered and spasmed for what felt like ages. Like it was the first time, like I’d never experienced this before.
And in a way, I hadn’t. Not like this.
We hung there, breathing broken and shallow as we fought hard to be quiet, the store's sounds creeping back into our focus. A customer was checking out at the front desk, making idle conversation while the cash register opened and closed. Another customer complained to a friend that they didn’t have anything in their size.
Nobody knew. Somehow, we’d maintained our stealthy sex.
Roxie leaned back until she was pressed against my chest. We were still joined together, my cock every bit as stiff as it had been when we began. With Roxie in my arms, I doubted that my hard-on would ever dissipate.
She twisted her head to kiss me. The hunger was gone, sated by our act and replaced with something more passionate. More loving.
That scared me, but in the best possible way.
Roxie reached back and caressed my cheek before I could overthink it. “Come on. Let’s get out of here before we get arrested.”
“You don’t want to go for another round?” I teased.
“Tempting.” Her inner walls clenched like a handshake. “You certainly seem ready.”
“You have no idea.”
We quickly returned to normalcy, Roxie changing out of the thrift shop clothes and into what she’d worn into the store. I exited first, checking to make sure the coast was clear before she followed.
“I’ll take these,” she said, dumping the skirt, shirt, and leather jacket onto the counter.
“Did everything fit well?” the store employee asked.
While pointedly not looking at me, she replied, “Like a glove.”