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“That’s a good girl. I’m going to get you nice and wet for me. We’ll give you number five now and then I’ll give you the best orgasm of your life.”
A low moan leaves my throat. Those are tall words. Every orgasm I’ve had with Cash feels better than the last. “Have you ever…before?” I ask nervously.
Cash’s eyes hold mine. I’m afraid of the answer. This feels too intimate. Why did I agree to this? He hesitates as if he’s unsure of what to say. “The truth, Cash. All I want is the truth.”
He shakes his head. “No.”
“No, you won’t give me the truth?” I ask, lifting myself up on my elbows and attempting to push him off.
Cash crawls on top of me, caging me in with his arms. “No, I’ve never done this before. I’ve never been close enough with anyone to…” His eyes dart down to my lips and back to my eyes again as he pauses. “Before you, I didn’t do relationships.”
My chest constricts. We aren’tina relationship. We’re barely speaking. This is like a blip in time. A cataclysmic slip. One I’ll likely regret as soon as it’s over. But with his admission on his tongue and his eyes holding the painful truth of his heartbreak, I can’t walk away.
Lifting my head, I offer him my lips, and he takes them greedily, kissing me with as much passion as he’s ever offered. He’s putting into it every emotion, every want, every need, as if he’s laid himself bare before me. I wish it made a difference. I wish kisses or words could fix us.
Cash moves back down my body and begins his trek to five. It doesn’t take long before I’m panting and crying out his name. As promised, Cash uses this moment for both of us. “Flip over, beautiful,” he growls, pulling out the lube and sending a swarm of nervous butterflies my way. “You gotta relax, baby, okay? I’ll let you know before I do anything, I promise.”
With my head against the bed, I wait, listening to the sounds in nervous excitement. “It’s going to be a little cool,” he says, before snaking one finger in. I jump in surprise, and he chuckles before slapping my ass just hard enough. It’s an odd feeling. It feels wrong, and dirty…andgood.
He slips another finger in, stretching and preparing me, and I groan and curse into the sheets, inhaling the intoxicating woodsy whiskey scent.
“That’s my girl. I knew you’d like this. Now lift up and play with yourself, baby. I’m going in nice and slow.”
My breath hitches as I listen to his commands. There is something empowering about handing over my control. He replaces his fingers with his cock, and I hiss as he pushes in slowly. It’s almost too slow. As I circle my clit, I find myself pushing back to take him in deeper, crying out in pain even as I do. He’s stretching me, bruising me, marking me, and possessing me in a way I never imagined.
“That’s a good girl,” he says as he pushes in farther, his praise leaving me dripping with desire. “You’re doing so good, Angel. You have no fucking idea how good your ass looks taking my cock.” I cry out again but as soon as he buries himself inside me the pressure turns to pleasure, and I groan as he cries out loudly, “Fuck…oh, it’s fucking…oh, Grace…dammit…”
My cries match his own as he pours a bit more lube on and then starts to move.
My entire body clenches around him, my orgasm building as he begs for me to come again. I’m so full…everywhere. So tight, so wrong, and so fucking gloriously buzzing from all of it. As if he’s in control of everything, I come at his request, harder than I’ve ever come before. As the aftershocks start to wear off and I drop my own fingers, he reaches out again. “One more time, Angel,” he whispers in my ear.
The nickname kills me.
“Cash,” I pant, “I can’t.”
I’m wrong though. With the feeling of his fingers, and his breath so close to my ear whispering dirty words about how tight I feel, how wet I am, how he’s never felt this out of control, I’m swirling. But it’s the last words that he utters that send me over the edge. “God, Gracie, I love you. Fuck, I hate what you did…but still…I love you.”
We both come hard, and it’s an insanely intimate feeling.
“Seven,” he whispers, before slapping me gently and pulling out slowly. “Fucking seven.”
I laugh as I fall down against the sheets, my entire body spent, my emotions spilling forward. I can barely keep my eyes open. He told me he loved me.He still loves me.
Cash drops a kiss on my shoulder and pulls me so that I’m cuddled against him. Just like he used to hold me.
In his arms I feel a sense of hope. Like maybe we really can move forward. It feels like things shifted tonight. And with his admission…maybe I wrote us off too soon. Hoping to get through to him, I ask again, “Are you okay?”
“Are you still seeing him?” he murmurs so softly I question if I heard him correctly.
“What?”
“Hayden,” he says firmly, looking down and meeting my eyes. “Are you still seeing him?”
My stomach turns and I groan. “What are you talking about, Cash?”
“It’s a simple question. I’d think you could provide a simple answer,” he says with venom tingeing his tone.
It feels like I’ve been smacked. I stare up at him, my eyes darting back and forth trying to read his expression, but he’s devoid of emotion. I allowed myself to believe…God, what was I thinking?“You have no right,” I whisper.
