Chapter 19
Harper
The first touch of Cash’s tongue against my sensitive pussy makes me cry out. My hands fly down to grip at his golden hair, needing something to hold on to, and my head thunks back against the cabinet behind me.
The sensation is electric, intense and immediate, but it also makes me nervous. It’s like I’m hyper aware of everything, and I can’t seem to relax into this feeling the way I want to.
Cash groans against me, his tongue darting out to taste more. “You taste so perfect,” he says, his voice muffled by being buried between my legs. “I could spend hours down here, just tasting you and making you feel good.”
His words wash over me a little, not landing the way I’m sure he wants them to, but glancing off just a bit.
It’s been so long since I’ve been like this. Open, exposed. So long since someone has seen me this vulnerable. The most sensitive part of me is on display right now, for a man I barely know.
And of course it feels good. Cash presses kisses to my heated flesh, and his tongue flicks out against my swollen clit.
I feel the little jolts of electric pleasure that come from that, and I try to breathe through it.
I try to lose myself in the feeling, but I can’t relax.
Everything feels tense. My brain starts to run worst case scenarios at a dizzying speed.
Cash either doesn’t notice or is determined to take me out of my own head with pleasure because he doesn’t stop.
He licks at me, dragging his tongue in purposeful swirls as he dips it in and out of my folds.
He eats me out like he wants to memorize my taste, and when he presses the flat of his tongue against my clit and drags it against the sensitive bud, a moan spills out of me.
I bite down on my lip hard, trying to keep those sounds in. It’s embarrassing that he’s barely done anything yet, and I’m already moaning like I’m desperate for it.
When he makes his way up to suck at my clit, another noise spills out, and I go as far as slapping a hand over my mouth to hold it back.
Cash pulls back then, looking up at me with wicked intensity. “No,” he says, pulling my arm down so my hand falls away from my mouth. “Don’t hold back. I want to hear every sound you make. Does my mouth on you feel good?”
I swallow hard, a lump in my throat.
“Tell me,” he says, and it’s practically a command. One I feel compelled to follow, no matter how hot it makes my face flush.
“I… yes. It feels good,” I manage to tell him.
“Good. I want to hear that. I want to hear you sing for me, little songbird. I want to hear every sound that falls from those pretty lips, so I can know exactly how good it all feels for you. Can you do that for me?”
Something about the pet name makes my chest flutter. “O-okay,” I whisper.
“Good,” Cash says again.
He goes back to his task with focused determination, eating me out like he was born to do it. It’s obvious that he’s done this before, and he’s good at it. He alternates between gentle flicks and licks of his tongue and focused pressure that makes me writhe against the counter.
Somehow through that, I still feel wound too tight.
My body is responding to him, my pussy getting wetter and wetter as he keeps working me up. The heat builds between my legs and spreads, pooling in my gut and warming me from the inside out.
But even that’s not enough to take me out of this mental block. It all feels so fucking good, but I’m stuck, unable to give in and let go.
Cash is undaunted though. He slides two fingers inside me, working me up while his mouth plays with my clit.
The one-two punch of sensation has me keening in surprise and pleasure, and my toes curl.
My fingers tighten in his hair, and Cash makes a little noise of amusement that’s muffled by my body.
My back arches as he keeps going, his fingers pumping in and out of me, tickling something deep inside me that sparks heat all through my body.
As he laps at my clit, alternating between the flat of his tongue and the suction of his mouth, everything feels like it’s electrified.
All of a sudden, I’m climbing toward something I’ve never been able to reach with another person.
And that’s good. That’s a bone deep, resonant feeling that I usually have to give myself with my fingers or a toy if I have the time. Which I haven’t in a while.
All the same though, as the pressure builds, I know it’s not going to be enough. It’s good, it’s so fucking good, but it’s not the all-encompassing release that comes right before I shatter into pieces.
It feels bad, letting Cash do this when he’s not going to get what he wants out of it.
He said he wanted to taste me, but I know there’s more to it than that.
There always is. Men want to see their women writhing in pleasure.
They want the satisfaction of knowing that they did that.
That they made their partner come undone with the force of their mouths or fingers or cocks.
And it’s not going to happen for me, so I shouldn’t keep Cash down there on his knees, pretending like it will.
I gasp a breath and use the hand in Cash’s hair to try to push him back so I can pull away. “I can’t,” I pant out. “It’s not—I’m not going to be able to come. It’s not going to work.”
Cash pulls back and blinks up at me confused. “What?”
“I just… I’ve never finished this way with anyone before. It doesn’t work for whatever reason. So you shouldn’t waste your time.”
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks.
“You shouldn’t—”
He cuts me off with a nip to my inner thigh that makes me suck in a breath. “Do you want me to stop?” he repeats. “Not for my sake, but do you want it to end?”
I search his face, trying to see if this is some kind of a test or something. But he just looks flushed and earnest, his eyes bright. He doesn’t look upset or impatient, and cautiously I shake my head no.
“Then I’m going to keep going,” he says with a little smirk. “It’s an honor to be on my knees for you, songbird. And knowing that you’ve never had this with anyone else makes me want it even more.”
“But…” I trail off, not quite sure what to say to that. He sounds as sure and confident as he ever does, and it’s a heady feeling to have that directed at me about this.
“Anyway, I believe you can do it,” he continues. Something sharpens in his face, and his words come out firm. Undeniable. “You can do this. You’re going to come on my tongue, and I’m going to taste every drop.”
“Cash—” His name turns into a gasp as he curls his fingers inside me, sending a jolt all the way to my core. That smirk turns wicked, and he dips his head back in, flicking his tongue against my clit with relentless precision.
“It doesn’t matter how long this takes,” he murmurs between licks. “You taste so good, I could do this for hours. Kneel down right here and keep feasting on this perfect wet pussy until you’re gushing for me.”
As if on cue, I feel myself getting wetter, and Cash chuckles before diving in to lap up my arousal. His fingers keep working into me, finding that spot that makes me gasp and shiver at the way it makes the sensations even sharper.
“Fuck,” I hiss out, squirming in place. “Fuck, Cash.”
“Just like that,” he says. “I can feel you clenching around my fingers. Do you know what that means?” His eyes flick up to meet mine before dipping back down to my pussy. “It means you’re getting close for me. I can feel it. I can taste it.”
I want to tell him he’s wrong, but suddenly all my brain power is going toward keeping myself sitting upright.
My thighs tremble as pleasure lashes through me, intense and almost painful.
But it’s the good kind of pain, the kind that leaves wildfire burning in my body and consumes everything it touches.
Cash keeps going, pumping his wrist to fuck me on his fingers, while licking up every drop of my wetness he can get his tongue on. The sounds are wet and filthy in the kitchen, broken up only by my harsh breathing and little whines of pleasure.
There’s something hungry in it but also something possessive. When his eyes meet mine, there’s a light in them that says he wants this. That he wants to be the person to make me come.
“Let go, Harper,” he says, his silky deep voice curling around the words. “Let go for me. Stop thinking and just feel.”
“I’m—I’m trying…”
He shakes his head. “Don’t try. Don’t put any thought into it. Just feel what I’m doing to you. How good it is. It is good, isn’t it?”
I nod eagerly because it is. It really fucking is.
“Tell me. Tell me who’s making you feel this good.”
“Y—you.” I barely get the word out when he rubs against that spot again. My breathing keeps stuttering, and my heart is galloping in my chest like a wild thing.
“Say it. Say my name,” he orders.
“Cash! Fuck, Cash, I’m so—”
He presses into me deeper, adding a third finger and curling all of them. “Again.”
“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Cash. Cash, it’s you. You’re—it’s so—”
“Good girl,” he breathes. “Now I want you to come for me. I want you to feel everything I’m doing to you, and I want you to let yourself go.”
Something about being told to do it helps a lot. It’s like a door unlocking inside me, swinging open to let me finally, finally experience the full force of what he’s doing.
His mouth drops back to my clit, and he grazes it with his teeth just lightly. Just enough for me to feel the edge of pain there before he soothes it away with his tongue.
I gasp for breath, unable to stop the shaking of my body and the tide of intensity that comes right on the heels of everything he’s doing to me.
It shouldn’t work.
It usually doesn’t.
But there’s no way I can stop it.
My orgasm builds and builds and builds and then crashes over me with a force unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
I stop breathing for a second, giving a broken cry of Cash’s name that echoes in the kitchen.
My thighs tremble around his head as he keeps working me, and I try to keep myself afloat through each crashing wave of pleasure.
It’s more intense than anything I’ve ever felt, and my vision goes white around the edges. I didn’t think it was possible, and somehow the shock of it makes everything even more overwhelming.
Cash doesn’t let up once I come either. He works me through every aftershock, gentling his licks and pressing kisses to my pussy.
I can feel the heat of his breath against my inner thigh, the way he’s panting too as he licks me up like I’m the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted.
I have no idea how long it goes on. For a while there it’s like I’m just floating along somewhere outside my body, wrapped in a warm cocoon of post orgasmic haze.
But slowly I come back to myself. I can feel the hard counter under my ass and the way my muscles feel loose and wobbly, like I’ve been working out or something.
Cash is there, getting to his feet while keeping one hand on me, like he needs to be touching me while I get my shit together.
There’s an obvious bulge in his jeans, the evidence of how much getting me off has turned him on.
It looks almost uncomfortable, the way his cock must be pressing up against the front of his zipper.
I want to reach for him, to return the favor, but Cash turns away before I can.
He picks my panties and jeans up off the floor and helps me down from the counter so I can get dressed.
I definitely need to lean on him, still so unsteady after how hard I came.
“You okay?” he asks, his voice husky.
I nod, and our eyes meet. I have no idea what to say to him after that. Do I thank him? Tell him it was amazing? I’m pretty sure he can tell from how hard I came. From the way he probably had to lick his mouth clean of my release.
But I have to say something. I can’t just leave it like this.
So I say the first thing that comes into my mind, blurting it out without thinking. “That was better than any date I’ve ever been on.”
Stupid. Obviously it was.
But Cash grins, his eyes shining with pleasure. “I’m glad.”
“I should, uh, should get to bed. It’s getting late.”
He doesn’t stop me as I turn and practically bolt for the stairs so I can close myself up in my room before I embarrass myself even more.