Page 1 of This Time Around

Prologue

“Fuck, yes! Right there, don’t stop, don’t stop, Cash.”

I chant his name over and over in my mind as Cash Easton fucks me, the force barreling into me, making contact with the perfect spot deep inside me with each thrust. He just might actually have the largest dick I have ever encountered and holy shit, does he know how to use it. When he pulls out of me, laying slow kisses down my body, an unwelcome emptiness replaces the full sensation I was adjusting to. The hollow void lingers in the air with a palpable absence, as though something vital has been torn away.

“No, what are you doing?” I ask, disappointed as he lowers me to my back.

A slow roll of his tongue over my clit, and I have my answer.

Since the age of 15, some have characterized me as more on the promiscuous side, happily engaging in sexual exploration. I would say I’m comfortable with my sexuality. One time was all it took. The intensity of every sensation being heightened as an orgasm builds within me is electrifying. I decided then that feeling like I needed to justify my desire for orgasms was a waste of time. Besides, the only people with thoughts about it are usually those who aren’t getting any anyway.

I love sex. So right now, I am completely content with the fact that I only met Cash a few hours ago. As I gaze down at him through lust coated eyes, seeing him buried between my legs, his mouth glistening with my arousal, I want nothing else but him.

“Bend over so I can watch your fine fucking ass bounce, Blake,” he demands as he sits up, placing all his weight on his heels as he leans back. “I want to see every fucking inch of your body.” Without question, I pull myself onto all fours on the bed in my hotel room. I prop my arms on the headboard and arch my back, just far enough so I know every inch is on display. I even give it a little wiggle for good measure, and the moan spilling from his lips is pure sex. A devilish grin spreads across my lips.

“I want you back inside me,” I pant, peeking over my shoulder.

“I want to play with your ass,” Cash whispers in my ear as he runs his hands over the swell of each cheek.

His request makes me pause a moment, surprised by his boldness. “How about you fuck my pussy? It’s nice and wet.” Again, I wiggle my ass in his direction. I know a lot of guys love ass play, and in the right setting, I’m all for it. But tonight, after a long day at the wedding, with a stranger, no thanks.

He doesn’t argue; he doesn’t push the issue; instead, he slides down between my legs and goes back to working my pussy with his magical tongue. He lays slow strokes of his tongue across my clit as he licks it from behind, and before he quickens the pace, he slips me onto my back again. Cash is gorgeous, and I’m not sure if it’s the alcohol or just the way he is, but he is indecisive as hell in bed, moving positions at rapid fire. I send up a prayer for the former because he’s too pretty to be bad in bed.

The thought vanishes as he glides a finger inside me, making an upward turn with his finger, instantly locating my g-spot as if he’s memorized its precise location. My toes curl and just as the pressure builds in my core, he takes his other hand and gently pushes down on my stomach right above my pelvic bone. The sensation has me reeling; “Fuck, Cash. Oh, my god!” It sends a wave of warmth surging through my body, electrifying every nerve. It pulses with a thrilling intensity, almost too powerful to contain. The sensation builds, rich, flooding my senses with a rush of euphoria which feels all, consuming, as though time momentarily suspends. As he adds another finger and begins pumping them in and out of my drenched pussy, each touch and each breath amplifies the feeling, sending shivers like a tidal wave from my core outward, leaving a lingering blissful tremor echoing long after my peak.

Holy fuck, well, he just answered my question.

Breathless and panting, I barely have enough strength in me to wrap my legs, which feel like jello, around Cash’s waist as he lines himself up, and slides inside of me. His motions start off unhurried, pumping his hips back and forth. Then he changes directions, making small circular motions with his hips, pushing his cock to an overwhelming depth within me. His motions increase as he approaches his release.

“Fuck, Blake,” he growls as I feel his cock swell inside me. His whole body shakes as he empties himself. We lay here for a few seconds, both catching our breath.

During the elevator ride up from Knox and Ana’s reception, we agreed this was a one-night thing, with no strings attached. Cash lives in San Diego, so we won’t see each other once he goes home; no sense in catching feelings for no reason, right?

Right, I remind myself.

So when he got right up, removed his condom, and threw it in the trash can by the tv, I shouldn’t have felt a twinge of disappointment, right? And when he picked up his shoes after he threw on his pants and shirt, not even bothering to button it, and walked out of my hotel room with a wave and a half-ass goodbye, it shouldn’t have stung. But it did. It fucking stung like hell. It cheapens this night between us, and even though sex is not something I usually fuss over, and I’ve had my fair share of one-night stands, right now I feel a little used. I genuinely thought we had something here; at least it felt like we did.

I guess in the back of my mind, I believed that all the flirting we did while dancing was creating a connection. We had chemistry, or at least I thought we did. There was a tiny hopeful thought in the dark corner of my mind, maybe after we had sex, a fire would build between us, a connection that would make him realize he wanted to stay a little longer. We would spend the night tangled in the sheets and when the soft glow of the sun started peeking through the curtains, we would decide to get breakfast and our conversation would shift to both of us deciding we wanted to see each other again. We would sip our coffee and discuss how we could make this all work.

How could I be so dumb? So naïve? Guys don’t fall for their one-night stand, ever.

After I washed my face and brushed my teeth, I sat down on the edge of the bed as a foreign sensation set in.

Shame: she is a sneaky, ugly bitch!

The Wedding Night

“Don’t make a fuss and get crazy over you and me”

-Jennifer Paige

Blake

“You look fucking stunning, Ana. Knox is going to lose his shit when he sees you!” I point out as Ana steps back and beams at me. “Oh! And fuck me, did you see Knox’s old teammate Cash? Holy shit, he’s so hot!” I add as we place the finishing touches on Ana’s hot-as-hell look.

“I’ll pass that on to Knox,” she chuckles.

The next several minutes fly by as we scurry around the bridal suit, getting Ana ready to walk down the aisle.