Duke and I have reserved any forward momentum in our relationship because it felt wrong to revel in each other’s bodies while Cash was unwell.
The time has come for me to have a conversation with Cash now that he’s downstairs lying on the couch. It feels too much like a mirror into what I went through. Duke has gone back to work, quicker this time since he trusted me to care for Cash in his absence.
“Hey, Cowboy, how’s it going?” I plop onto the couch next to him.
“I’ve had to hang up my ropes for now, Hurricane. Not much of a cowboy anymore.” His voice is filled with pain.
“Just because you aren’t riding bulls and roping calves doesn’t mean you aren’t a cowboy. You still have the ranch.”
“I know. I sent my official retirement to the association today. Everyone knew it was coming but it feels final now that it’s out there.”
“I’m so fucking proud of you, Cash. You’ve created a legacy worth remembering and now you’ll focus on the ranch.” I climb into his lap, holding my own weight so as not to put any on his injured leg. I kiss him deeply, pouring all my love into him. I feel him harden almost instantly beneath me. “There is something else I need to talk to you about. Since we are sharing.”
“Anything, baby.” He nuzzles my neck, his scruffy beard scratching me.
“It’s about the panties and nudes you keep in your nightstand.” I drop the comment into the room, and he immediately goes rigid. He doesn’t move for what feels like ages.
“Uh—” He rubs his face awkwardly. “Shit. Listen, I forgot?—”
“No, you listen. I know you were far from saintly before me.” I cock an eyebrow, daring him to respond. He stays silent. “But now that there is a me, and an us, I need them gone.”
“They would be already if I remembered them. I haven’t wanted anyone else but you.”
Kissing him again, I grind against him a little.
“Good. Now would you like to make out? Maybe a little heavy petting?” I giggle against his neck, and he laughs.
“I may die.”
Leaning forward, I capture his lips with mine. He thrusts his hips up the best he can with his cast, and I feel him hot and hard beneath me. Deepening the kiss, I suck on his tongue which pulls a moan from his throat.
I climb off his lap, and he frowns up at me from his position sunk into the couch. Reaching a hand forward, he tries to pull me back, but his casted arm is useless, and I laugh at his efforts.
“Nope,” I huff out as I sink to my knees onto the rug in front of the couch and his eyes widen.
“What are you…” He trails off as I run my fingertips under the hem of his t-shirt, slipping them into the waistband of his basketball shorts.
“Can you lift your hips?”
He raises just enough for me to slide his shorts down his thighs and over his cast, and I let them pool around his ankles. His large cock springs free, bouncing in the space between us, the tip glistening with a small bead of moisture, the little ring at the tip shining.
“Fuck, Hurricane,” he murmurs before leaning his head back on the couch as I wrap a tentative hand around his shaft and give it a tug. “This, uh, won’t take long.” He huffs out a laugh.
Lowering my head, I give a soft lick to the crown, tasting him for the first time. A breath hisses out between his teeth as I look, intimidated, at the large cock I hold in my hand, unsure of what to do with the shiny silver barbell.
Looking up at him from my position kneeling between his knees, I ask, “How do I…” I gesture with my head toward the piercing.
“Anything. I don’t care. Whatever you want. Fuck, this view of you is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I laugh at his response before dropping my head back down and wrapping my lips around him, pulling him as far into my mouth as I can. The metal feels weird on my tongue but doesn’t get in the way. I push myself to the limit, gagging slightly, before popping my mouth off his length and gazing up at him. Hewatches me intently, his mouth open, excitement lighting his eyes.
Placing a kiss against his head, I dip down and run my tongue from the base all the way to the tip, along the ridge, causing his dick to bounce comically. Sucking him into my mouth, I swallow as much of him as I can fit, and wrap my fist around the base, setting a rhythm.
Cash winds his hands into my hair, wrapping it around his fist as he pushes himself further down my throat, his breaths coming out in labored pants. Gazing up at him, my mouth stretched open around him, I catch his eyes. He groans low and long in his throat before his hips start moving and he proceeds to fuck my mouth, holding my head in place as he does everything he can to thrust.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” falls from his lips in a sensual mantra, causing wetness to pool in my panties. “God. Fuck, baby. Yes.” More words gasp out of him as his cock swells in my mouth, his release close. Reaching up, I cup his balls and tug. A long, low moan flows through his lips as he tightens his hold on my head, pushing me past my limits. My eyes fill with tears and gag.
“I’m going to come, baby. Tell me where. Where, Hurricane?” He releases his hold slightly on my head so I can pull my head off him, if I choose. Instead, I press further down, forcing more of him into my throat, and squeeze his balls gently.
