Chapter Seven #2
Before I can respond, the sky opens up and rain pounds harder on the roof, the attention-seeking beam groaning louder. Maybe it’s silly to think last night could ever turn into more. Even if we have feelings for each other, real life is complicated.
Then again, the way Cash is looking at me right now is very much like the way he looked at me last night. Feral, obsessed, possessive, like he’s on the edge of something he’s having a hard time controlling.
His hands flex at his sides, opening and closing slowly, as though he’s trying to stay grounded, though his body is moving itself toward me.
My stomach tightens as he nears, and suddenly, I’m remembering every version of him I’ve ever known. The man who taught me how to tie a proper knot. The guy who carried me on his shoulders at the county fair. The friend who always felt like part of the family.
I drop my gaze to the straw covered floor before he can read anything on my face, but he’s everywhere. The dark leather of his boots. His massive frame. The heat from his body.
His rough fingertip touches my chin and lifts it gently. “Tell me what you want.”
“What?”
I try to find air, but it’s gone, my mouth finding a way to be dry, while my panties are soaked.
“Princess,” his voice deepens, “what do you want?”
Given the wild look in his eye, I assume I know what he’s asking, but I don’t want to get this wrong and risk looking stupid.
“I got a job,” I blurt, unsure why my brain chose that particular escape hatch. “It’s in Dallas.”
His jaw flexes. “Do you want to take the job?”
“I don’t know.” I let my eyes wander to the side, but he readjusts my chin until I’m staring at him again.
“I don’t know isn’t an answer. What do you want?”
Why is my pussy throbbing so hard?
I shrug. “What I want isn’t rational.”
“If there were no rules, and everything was your choice, what would you want?” His dark eyes hold mine with ferocious heat.
“I’d want you. I’d want this. I’d want you to push me up against the wall right now and fill my pussy up.”
The barn creaks as he drags his hand down over my hips and pulls my leg up to his side, a primal growl in his throat as he says, “Fuck, princess, you don’t know what you’re asking for.” His words come out through clenched teeth, his shoulders tightening with each syllable.
If I lived ten thousand years, I don’t think I’ll ever feel this wanted ever again.
The rain continues to pound heavily. It’s our own personal veil, blurring the world outside while everything between us sharpens.
“Kiss me,” I sigh, heat spilling from my lungs as his lips touch mine, hard and hungry. Lips parted, our tongues explore each other as his hard cock pokes against my stomach.
My pussy tightens as my panties dampen, his massive frame pressing me hard against the pine wood wall. The pressure stings my cut for a moment before he readjusts, lifting me from the ground and setting me next to the hammer at his workbench.
I drag my hand up over his flexing muscles, admiring the way the dark ink tightens over his skin as he holds himself perfectly still, like he’s afraid to move.
“Violet,” he growls low, “I’m so fucking hard for you.”
My pussy twitches as his hungry, intentional stare passes over me. “So let me help you.”
He leans into my neck, scraping his teeth lightly against my skin. “You’re so innocent. I can’t take you for the first time here in this filthy barn.”
I reach down for his hard cock, grabbing at his thickness through the denim. “That’s not what your dick is saying. Your dick says you could take me just fine right here in this filthy barn.”
Nostrils flaring, he tugs me to the edge of the table and yanks up my skirt. His eyes are dark, intense, instinctual, like he’s somewhere between wanting to step back and being forcibly pulled forward.
My fingers find the buckle on his belt, then the zipper, and within seconds, his jeans fall to the barn floor. “I know your balls are throbbing. Empty them inside of me.”
I don’t know who the hell I am right now. I’ve never thought or heard those words in my life.
And… he’s right! I hate dirty things, with a passion! And yet, I’d get ass naked and lay out on this hay covered floor if it meant he was going to come inside of me right now!
He growls low and scrapes his teeth against the lobe of my ear. “You sure you can take me? That pussy is so tiny.”
My panties flood and a desperate sigh finds its way up my throat and into the barn as my hips jerk forward. “Why don’t you find out?”
He goes still like a predator holding motionless, his dark eyes tracking me intensely as the air between us tightens.
There’s a breath, a flash of lightning, and then his shoulders dip, his resolve crumbling as he tugs my panties to the side and presses his dick into me hard and fast.
“Oh!” I scream as the pain of his big, thick cock spreads me wide in ways I’ve never been spread.
“Fuck,” he growls through his teeth. “I’m sorry. Are you okay?”
There’s still a stinging pressure, but it’s subsiding as quickly as it came, and I want more. “Yeah,” I manage, panting heavily as I wrap myself around his hard body.
He lifts me off the workbench and holds me in his arms, bouncing me up and down on his length, every thrust splitting me wider and wider as his eyes flash open and closed with satisfaction and hunger.
“Jesus Christ,” he groans, his breath heavy. “You’re strangling my cock with that tight, soaking, little pussy.”
I’m sure I am, because I still feel the stretching.
“Be a good girl and come on my cock. Can you do that for me, princess? Can you cover my cock in your sticky, wet come?” The man has a deep voice, but I’m not sure I’ve ever heard it hit this register. It’s beyond low and graveled. It’s primal, like he’s about to lose it.
“Cash,” I moan, my hard nipples driving against his chest as he bounces me deeper, the rain still pouring down outside, “I’m so close.”
He pumps me faster and harder as he grunts and flexes, a bead of sweat dripping off his forehead.
He’s a wild animal, hard and hungry, desperately filled with need. He’s fucking me like he has no choice, like nature has taken over. We’re two wild beasts, listening to evolutionary needs.
I’ve never seen anything like it, but I know without a shadow of a doubt that I’ve somehow reached the apex of sex right out of the gate. How could I ever move on from this? How could I ever be with a man who doesn’t have this much passion, this much desire?
My pussy grips his dick tighter as pressure coils. He must feel the difference.
“Jesus Christ, yes!” he yells, driving into me harder, his hot breath on my neck. “You’re a thirsty little slut, aren’t you? You need to be filled!”
“Yes!” I scream as my fingertips dig into the back of his shoulders. Every muscle in my body spasms as he tries to hold me against his chest and continues to thrust.
“That’s right, princess! I love your come on my cock! Soak every inch of it!” His voice is raw and the tone erratic. I can tell he’s on edge. He’s about to spill his seed inside of me.
“Good fucking God, you’re tight!” He growls out one last time and presses me tighter onto his long, thick rail, filling me up as a cool breeze blows in from the wide-open barn doors.
I’ve barely caught my breath when he leans into my lips and kisses me gently. “Are you in pain?”
“No,” I smile, “that was amazing.”
He sighs and his shoulders relax as though he’s relieved. “Come to the party at the distillery with me tonight.”
I narrow my brows. “What? That’s crazy.”
“Maybe,” he says, voice low and steady, “but so was this.”
“Okay,” I say, my heart beating hard as he sets me back onto his workbench, the squish of his come spilling from inside of me as I lean forward, “but my dad will be there, right? You’re not thinking straight right now.”
Cash brushes his hand through my hair and leans into my lips. “I’m thinking more clearly than I have in a long ass time.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “You’re my little princess. Mine. And where I go, you go.”
Why do I love the sound of that? What’s wrong with me that I like the sound of that?
“I don’t have anything to wear.”
“Then I’ll take you shopping,” he says kissing my forehead. “The general store just started selling a lot of interesting clothing and fabric. I bet we could find you something in there.”
“And the flooding? You were going to move gravel around or something. You’ve always been a responsibility first guy.”
“And look where that’s got me.” He squeezes my hand as he pulls his jeans back into place. “Today, I’m taking you shopping. Let’s go.”
He lifts me down off his workbench and kisses the top of my head. The needy beam is finally quiet as the rain eases, but I have a feeling the storm isn’t over just yet.