Chapter 23
Mike
Iwas already in Cash’s arms, so it was an easy next step to slide my hands into his back pockets. Then his lips were on mine again as his fingers slipped under my shirt and around my hips. And by then, I didn’t have an ounce of resistance left in my entire body.
“Take me to bed,” I breathed against his mouth, my hands gripping his belt loops to pull him closer. “Please.”
Cash didn’t need to be asked twice. He lifted me easily, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me down the hallway to his bedroom. The urgency from our previous encounters was gone, replaced by something slower, more deliberate. More reverent.
He set me down beside the bed, his hands immediately going to the buttons of my shirt. But instead of tearing it off like he had before, he took his time, undoing each button with careful precision while his eyes stayed locked on mine.
“I want to do this right,” he murmured, pushing the fabric off my shoulders. “I want to take my time with you tonight.”
My breath hitched as his calloused fingers traced along my collarbone, down my chest, mapping every inch of exposed skin like he was memorizing it. When he reached for the hem of my undershirt, I raised my arms to help him pull it over my head.
Cash’s eyes lit up as he took in my bare torso, his hands skimming over my ribs, my stomach, the sensitive spot just below my navel that made me gasp.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice rough with want. “Can’t believe I get to touch you like this.”
I reached for his shirt, needing to feel his skin against mine. He helped me strip it away, and then we were chest to chest, the heat of him burning into me. I could feel his heartbeat against my ribs, could taste the desperation on his lips as he kissed me again.
We moved together in a slow dance, hands roaming, mouths exploring, until we were both naked and breathing hard. Cash guided me back onto the bed, following me down to cover my body with his own.
I had never felt anything like this before. The weight of him pressing me into the mattress, the way his dark eyes searched my face like he was trying to memorize every detail. This wasn’t the desperate, almost angry coupling we’d shared before. This was something entirely different.
“Mike,” he whispered, my name a prayer on his lips as he settled between my thighs. His hands framed my face, thumbs brushing across my cheekbones with a tenderness that made my chest ache.
I reached up to trace the strong line of his jaw, feeling the slight roughness of stubble beneath my fingertips. “I’m here,” I murmured. “I’m right here with you.”
Something shifted in his expression at my words, a vulnerability I’d only glimpsed before now laid completely bare. He lowered his head to kiss me again, slow and deep, like he had all the time in the world to explore my mouth.
His lips moved to my throat, pressing soft kisses along the column of my neck while his hands roamed my body with thoughtful touches.
Every caress felt deliberate, purposeful, like he was worshipping rather than simply taking.
When he reached that sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder, I couldn’t hold back the soft moan that escaped my lips.
“I love that sound,” Cash murmured against my skin, his voice sending vibrations through my body. “I love all the sounds you make for me. Every single one is my favorite.”
He continued his slow exploration, his mouth trailing down my chest to circle one nipple with his tongue.
I arched beneath him, my hands fisting in the sheets as he lavished attention on the sensitive bud before moving to the other.
The deliberate pace was driving me crazy in the best possible way, building a fire low in my belly that seemed to spread through every nerve ending.
“Cash,” I gasped as he moved lower, his lips pressing kisses to my ribs, my stomach, the sharp jut of my hipbone. “Please...”
“Shh,” he soothed, looking up at me with those dark eyes that seemed to see straight through to my soul. “Let me take care of you. Let me show you how much this means to me.”
He reached for the bottle of lube in the nightstand drawer, warming it between his palms before slicking his fingers.
When he touched me, it was with the same careful reverence he’d shown the rest of my body.
One finger, then two, working me open with patient strokes that had me writhing beneath him.
“This is my favorite too,” he murmured, watching my face as he stretched me. “I could do this for hours, just watching you fall apart under my hands.”
By the time he added a third finger, I was trembling with need, my cock leaking against my stomach as he found that spot inside me that took my breath away. But just when I thought I couldn’t take any more of his teasing touches, he withdrew his fingers and positioned himself between my legs.
The first press of his cock against my entrance made us both groan. He pushed in slowly, so slowly I could feel every inch as he filled me completely. When he was fully seated inside me, he paused, his forehead pressed against mine as we both struggled to catch our breath.
“You always feel so damn good,” he whispered, his voice strained with the effort of holding still. “I’ve never had anythin’ better.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and we both moaned at the sensation. “Then move,” I breathed. “Please, Cash. Take me.”
He began with slow, deep strokes that had me gasping with each thrust. Nothing about his movements was frantic or desperate.
Instead, it felt like lovemaking in its truest form, every movement designed to bring us closer together rather than simply chase release.
He was telling me everything he felt with his body even when he couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud.
Cash’s eyes never left mine as he moved inside me, and I felt completely exposed under that intense gaze.
He could see everything, my desperation, my need, and my growing feelings for him that I’d tried so hard to keep buried.
But instead of the panic I expected to feel at being so vulnerable, I felt safe. Cherished.
“I never thought...” he started, then trailed off, shaking his head as he continued that maddening rhythm.
“What?” I asked, my hands coming up to frame his face. “Tell me.”
“I never thought I could feel like this about anyone,” he admitted, his voice rough with emotion. “Never thought I deserved to feel like this.”
My heart clenched at his words. “You deserve everything good in this world, Cash Callahan. Don’t you ever doubt that.”
He captured my lips in another kiss, this one desperate and claiming, like he was trying to pour all his feelings into the connection between our mouths. When he broke away, his thrusts became deeper, more purposeful, hitting that spot inside me that made my vision blur with pleasure.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded softly. “Show me how good it feels.”
I wrapped my hand around my neglected cock, stroking in time with his movements. The dual sensations of his thick cock filling me completely and my own hand working my shaft quickly pushed me toward the edge.
“That’s it,” Cash encouraged, his own breathing becoming labored as I tightened around him. “I love watching you like this. You’re so beautiful.”
The praise combined with his relentless pace finally pushed me over the edge. I came without more than a few soft whimpers, the orgasm so intense that it took my breath away. My cum coated my stomach and chest as my body clenched around him rhythmically, waves of pleasure rushing through me.
Cash followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt as he filled me with his warmth, my name falling from his lips like a benediction. We stayed locked together for long moments afterward, both of us trembling with the aftershocks of our climax.
But Cash didn’t pull out. Instead, he began to rock back and forth again.
“Oh fuck…” I groaned, the sensation intense but so good that I couldn’t resist it. “Again? Already?”
“Why not?” he grinned, wrapping his hands around my hips to hold me in place. He rolled his hips, using his own cum as lube to fuck me again. “Do you want me to stop?”
“God, no,” I gasped, my body already responding to his renewed movements despite having just cum. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
Cash’s grin widened as he saw me hardening again beneath him. The sensitivity from my recent orgasm made every thrust feel magnified, each stroke of his cock inside me sending sparks of pleasure through my oversensitive nerves. It was almost too much, but I craved more.
“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice filled with wonder as he watched my face. “Already getting hard again for me. What if Sagebrush could see their angelic preacher now?”
I could only moan, words failing me as he found a rhythm that had me seeing stars. His hands roamed my chest, fingers playing with my nipples while he moved inside me with that same deliberate care. But there was something different now, something more possessive in the way he touched me.
“I’m going to fill you up again,” he said, leaning down to whisper against my ear. “I want to fuck you until you can’t remember your own name. Would you like that, baby?”
The endearment sent a shock through my system. He’d never called me anything like that before, and hearing it in his rough drawl made my cock twitch with renewed interest.
“Yes,” I breathed, my hands clutching at his shoulders. “Yes, I want that. I want everything you’ll give me.”
Cash’s pace remained steady but relentless, each thrust designed to drive me higher rather than simply chase his own release. I could feel myself climbing toward another peak, my body responding to his with an eagerness that should have embarrassed me but only made me want him more.
“Your ass is so perfect,” he groaned, his control starting to slip as I clenched around him. “I could stay buried in you forever.”
The thought of forever made my chest tighten, but I didn’t want to focus on that right now. Instead, I focused on the physical sensations, on the way he filled me so completely, on the heat building between us like a wildfire.
“Cash,” I moaned, feeling that familiar tension coiling in my belly. “I’m close again.”
“I know,” he said, his hand moving between us to wrap around my cock. “I can feel it. Cum for me again, Mike. Show me how much you love my cock.”
His skilled fingers working my shaft combined with the perfect angle of his thrusts was my undoing. I came a second time with a strangled cry, my release coating both our stomachs as my body seized around him. The intensity of it left me shaking, overwhelmed by sensation and emotion.
Cash wasn’t far behind, his rhythm faltering as I milked him with my contractions. He buried himself deep and came with a low groan, adding to the mess inside me. This time when he stilled, we were both completely spent, breathing hard and clinging to each other.
“Jesus,” I whispered, my voice hoarse from crying out.
“Not bad for a preacher,” Cash grinned, pressing soft kisses to my temple. “You’re a champ at takin’ dick.”
I just smiled, shaking my head.
We lay like that for several minutes, neither of us wanting to break the spell. When Cash finally pulled out of me, I winced at the loss and immediately missed the connection. He disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a warm washcloth, cleaning us both with gentle, careful touches.
“Stay with me tonight?” he asked quietly as he tossed the cloth aside. “I… I like waking up next to you.”
I looked into his eyes, seeing vulnerability there that made my heart ache. “I’m not going anywhere,” I promised, settling into his arms as he pulled the covers over us. “I’m right here.”
Cash tightened his hold on me, his face buried in my hair. “Good,” he murmured. “Because I don’t think I could let you go tonight, even if I wanted to.”
As I drifted toward sleep in his embrace, I realized that everything had changed between us tonight.
We’d crossed a line that couldn’t be uncrossed, moved from just sex to something deeper and more meaningful.
And despite all the uncertainty about the future, I’d never felt more content than I did right then, wrapped in Cash Callahan’s arms.
I wanted it to last forever.