This Version Of Us #2
His tongue worked in expert strokes, driving me higher and higher with each passing second.
I’d been close out by the firepit, and just the idea of being tied up had me tiptoeing on the precipice of an orgasm, but the moment he rolled my swollen clit between his teeth, I was done.
Falling. Crashing. I came—hard and fast. A moan tore from my lips as I writhed and struggled against the binds holding me.
My body sagged into the bed, but I didn’t even have time to recover.
The familiar jolt of desire burst to life once more as his tongue swirled my clit.
He slipped a finger inside me, pumping in and out once, twice, before adding another.
The tight pressure was enough to make my head spin.
“Fuck, Cash.” My breath sawed in and out of my chest, and suddenly it felt like it was eight million degrees in the room.
His mouth stilled on my cunt, his eyes meeting mine. I think the world stood still. Time stopped. Something. Because that moment felt like it lasted an eternity. But in that moment, something clicked into place.
The possessive look in his eyes… He might not have said the words aloud, but his eyes, his mouth had claimed me. And I was helpless.
The realization was terrifying and yet oddly exhilarating.
I knew right then and there that I was fucked, but it’s like my traitorous body had severed the connection to my brain.
Not a single rational thought went through me.
Only emotional ones. Unhinged ones. Little whispers and hushed murmurs of how this is what it would be like if I stayed.
And I was too addicted to his touch at this point that I didn’t care.
He fucked my cunt with his fingers and tongue until I was a moaning, trembling, wild mess. My wrists ached from the constant pressure on them, but it only added to my mounting desire.
“Cash…” I gritted out, my eyes slamming shut as the pressure at the base of my spine tightened and heated. “Please.”
“That’s it, Olina, beg. Beg like a little whore,” he murmured, his gaze landing on me as he inserted a third finger. I shattered then, my orgasm so intense I saw stars. The room swayed around me and it took everything in me to ride the tide as it flowed and finally ebbed.
I was panting, shaking by the time it waned fully.
Cash rose from the bed and unclasped his belt buckle, undid the button and his zipper, and tugged on his jeans until his cock sprang free.
God, I just wanted him inside me. At this point I wasn’t beyond begging. I felt crazy, wild, mad with need.
He slowly crawled up the bed once more, kissing a path up my stomach, pausing to pay attention to one of my tits, before continuing up along the column of my neck as he settled himself atop me. He poised his cock at the entrance to my pussy, but didn’t push in. He hovered.
“What are you doing?” I moaned. “Fuck me.”
He paused his kisses to look down at me, an unruly lock of hair falling across his forehead. The smirk on his lips was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen and made me melt that much more. “Say it,” he murmured, dipping his mouth to one of my nipples and sucking hard.
How was it possible to feel so much without passing out? The intensity of his caress was damn near painful, but I loved it. Craved it.
I shook my head, arching against him, trying and failing to force him to enter me. I tugged at the ribbon once more, but it wouldn’t budge. If only I had the damn use of my hands right now. If I were in control, he’d have been inside me long ago.
“Cash,” I ground out.
He chuckled, moving on to give my other nipple the same attention.
My body vibrated with need. I was already surging dangerously close to the edge once more, if he didn’t let up I’d come again before he even slid his cock inside me.
You know what? Fuck it.
Meeting his gaze, I found myself whispering, “Please.”
He entered me in one smooth stroke, all the way to the hilt. The pressure of him inside me wrenched a moan from my mouth and my hips rolled beneath him.
“That’s my little whore,” he murmured, picking up a slow even pace.
It was heaven. It was hell. It was the perfect, deadly mix of both and it drove me positively mad.
I’d had good sex in the past. I’d had great sex, even.
Mind blowing, make your toes curl, scream his name sex.
But the way that Cash knew just what I needed without needing to be told…
It’s like he’d been made for me. Each thrust, each nip, each passionate kiss was like a shot to my heart, shattering the stone guarding it.
Sex was just sex for me. Until him.
And I hated it as much as craved it.
How was I going to live without this, without him after tomorrow?
Tears pricked in my eyes, and I don’t know if it was from the onslaught of endorphins from fucking, the biting pressure on my wrists, or the idea of leaving him—probably all a mix of all three.
“What do you want, sugar?” he asked, pumping in and out of me.
My voice was breathless, desperate as I looked up at him and said, “I want to touch you.”
He reached up for the headboard and the pressure on my wrists vanished. I all but ripped the unraveling ribbon off of them, and then my hands were trailing over his chest, his shoulders, into his hair. I pulled him to me, as if I could fuse us together.
I knew that after tonight this could never happen again. It won’t happen again. But just for tonight, just for this moment, Cash Mooney was mine.
I met him stroke for stroke, thrust for thrust, each more wild and fast than the next, and when I felt like I might explode, when every nerve ending in my body felt like it was on fire, I met his searing gaze and whispered, “Come with me, Cash.”
And so he did.