Chapter 27

twenty-seven

Wrenlee

Cash’s fingers circle my wrists and stop me before I can tug on the band of his sweats. “Not tonight.”

The sharp stab of rejection has breath stilling in my lungs. “You don’t want me to—”

“Tonight’s about you.”

Is he crazy? “I want to please you.”

“Not tonight, Wrenlee.”

I can’t believe this. He’s actually arguing with me about giving him a blow job, when I can see how much he clearly wants release.

Looking up into his face, there’s an almost pained pinch to his brow, but the determined set of his jaw has me wanting to break him just as he broke me. To shatter him only to rearrange the pieces before shattering him again. To drive him to the edge of madness.

Still naked, my wrists still bound in the cuff of his hands, I shuffle onto my knees. Wetting my lips in a way I hope is seductive, I breathe, “I want to taste you, Cash. Please.”

“Fuck.” He sucks his teeth, closing his eyes slowly. I feel just the tiniest loosening of his hands around my wrists and feel a thrill spark in my core.

Hesitation born of innocence fills my voice. “I want to see you, Cash. I want to know how you feel in my mouth. I want—”

At my pause, he croaks, “What?”

“I want your hands in my hair.” I blink up at him, aware of how his chest rises and falls unsteadily with every ragged breath. I recall some of the smut scenes in my most favorite books and speak the words that had made me feel so deliciously dirty when I read—the words that made me ache with need. “I want your hands in my hair, gripping, holding me tight. I want to feel the weight of you on my tongue, taste the salt of your cum in the back of my throat. I want to choke on you.”

“Fucking hell, Kitten,” he rasps, fingers pulsing around my wrists as he gazes at me with wonder and—I think a little suspicion with just a dash of surprise and maybe a pinch of confusion. It’s a cocktail I decide I quite like. “You ever give a blow job before?”

I consider lying, because I’m afraid if I say no, he won’t do this with me. But then I’m afraid that if I lie and totally mess up the deliverance, he’ll know I’ve lied. I don’t suspect he’ll be best pleased with me if he finds out.

I shake my head and he closes his eyes again. He looks pained, and it’s alarmingly beautiful.

“You’re sure?” His fingers loosen around my wrists, and I immediately nod, fingertips dipping into the band of his sweats and tugging.

I gasp as the sight of him hits me. He’s impossibly long and impossibly hard. But he’s also thick with bulging veins, the tip an angry shade of red that has my core clenching in response.

Without asking, I take him in my hand, stunned by the girth as I slowly pump my fist over the length of him. The tip is already covered with a bead of precum, but another bead pebbles there as I stroke him and he hisses between his teeth, his hips jerking as I lower to my butt on the bed. Then I lean forward and lick his tip with my tongue, tasting him.

“Fuuuck,” he groans, hips jerking involuntarily again. He’s so close to losing control. So close to snapping. I want to drive him to that edge and watch as the feral beast I know he houses locked inside is set loose on me.

I lick him again and again until his fingers finally dive into my hair. “Last chance to back out, Kitten.”

I hold his eyes with my own, daring him. “Fuck my mouth, Cash.”

Fire blazes in his eyes as he takes his dick in his big hand, guiding the tip to my lips and pressing inside. He groans as I suck him deep into the back of my throat, swallowing around him only to have him pull back and thrust again.

“Shit, baby, your mouth feels good.” He pumps again and again. Slow and deep until my eyes water. Between my legs, I’m drenched and aching again. “I want you to take me, all of me, baby.” He begins to thrust faster, and a small sound of surprise escapes me as he hits the back of my throat so deep, rooting his tip there as I gag around him. “Relax your throat. Ahh,” he groans a sexy noise. “That’s my girl. Good girl.” My eyes water as one hand comes to his hip to steady myself as I shove the other between my legs in a sorry attempt to release some of the building pressure there.

“Fuck yeah, Wrenlee, touch that cunt for me, Kitten.” I knew I was one for dirty talk in books, and if I had to guess if Cash was that man, I’d have screamed a solid, resounding yes. But to hear it from him now, like this—sweet heaven—I’m converted.

Dirty talk all the way for this girl.

His hips thrust as he grips my hair tighter, slamming his cock down my throat as I gag, only to pull back and do it again and again. It’s exquisite torture I’d sentence myself to eternity just to hear the noises he makes when he hisses breath, grunting in pleasure.

He stills abruptly, the underside of his dick on my tongue throbbing, the vein swelling. “I’m gonna cum and I want you to swallow every drop, and then I want you to lick your lips clean, understood?”

I nod, my belly tightening as he slides his dick over my tongue again. The motion is slow and even, his eyes are on my face, watching me, taking all of me in. “Keep those eyes on mine, Kitten,” he commands, and then he thrusts. I suck hard, curling my lips over my teeth and loving the sound he makes as I add a little pressure to his shaft as he pumps. I’m driving him as wild as he drove me, watching him fall apart, his mountain of composure crumbling away bit by bit, and I love it. Every moment.

I’m depraved. I haven’t even had sex and I can suck dick like a goddess, if the look on his face is anything to go by.

He lets a sound of pure, aggressive male pleasure loose as his cock jerks in my mouth, hitting the back of my throat as hot cum shoots from his tip. I swallow, determined to be his good girl and do as I’ve been instructed and swallow every last drop. Only when I do, my throat constricts around his sensitive tip, and he growls a ragged sound that ignites another swell of desire inside me as yet another burst of hot cum spills into my mouth. When I’ve swallowed every drop he has to give, he pulls his cock free and shoves it back into his sweats, eyes carefully fixed on me. Assessing.

He thinks I’m going to crumble, run away crying.

I’m determined to show him I won’t.

As I was instructed, I make a show of licking my lips, adding a throaty, “Mmmm,” for affect.

It affects him, all right. Because with an unrestrained sound of pleasure, he drops his mouth to mine and kisses me deep. I’m sure he tastes himself on my tongue, but that doesn’t stop his from stroking mine—from devouring me.

When he pulls away, his hand is gentle as it cups the side of my face. “Good girl.”

I smile proudly. I can’t help myself. “Thank you.”

His eyes shine and the corner of his lips twitch. “Did you like it?”

I nod. “I think it’s one of my new favorite things.”

His eyes scan my body, there’s curiosity in the depths. “It turn you on, sucking my cock?”

Somehow, after everything we’ve done together, my cheeks heat. Shyly, I admit, “Yes.”

“I need to make you come again?”

His eyes chase my tongue as I wet my lips and I nod. “Please.”

“Fuck me, you’re perfect.” And then he’s pushing me back on the bed, his mouth already tugging at my breast.

Cash didn’t make me come one more time. He didn’t even make me come two more times. No, the man gave me three more orgasms, pulling the last from a place so impossibly deep inside me, I think he fractured something. Something crucial to my ability to function. Something that left me drifting into the black void of a dreamless sleep.

I’m not sure what time it is now, but I’ve been laying, unmoving on his bed for the last half hour, limp as a wet noodle.

I can hardly think, and I’ve slept off the effects of Cash’s—um—talents.

Goodness, what had I done?

And how, after all that happened between us last night, was I still a virgin?

In all the ways Cash made me come undone at the seams, he never once entered me with his cock. He never even tried, didn’t even ask. I find it peculiar—odd, even. Isn’t that the end goal? I’m inexperienced, but isn’t it the norm when two people start to fool around, that the end result—the event they both work toward—is actual sex? What man is happy with pleasuring a woman multiple times and refusing to take more himself? Not even asking for more?

I’m going to have to Google. Or maybe I’ll join some smut support groups online. That ought to help me unravel the enigma of man that is Cash Jagger.

Peeling my eyes open, I find that the lamplight is off and there’s only darkness beyond his curtains. It’s still night. How long did I sleep? Clearly not long, because I still feel depleted from the orgasmic ecstasy, he put me through. Slowly, cautiously, I push Cash’s arm from my waist and slide to the edge of the bed.

Bending, I pluck my shirt from Cash’s floor and slip it over my head. I swear, I don’t even breathe as I tiptoe across his room to the door, my panties left behind on his floor. I don’t breathe until I’m in the hall, scurrying like a mouse in the dark back to my room. I’m almost there when I feel no longer like the mouse, but instead, like the rabbit in the sight of a wolf. I sense him.

A thrill chases along my spine and my steps quicken, but it’s no matter. I’m swept up in strong arms, my body slamming against a bare, solid chest.

“Where are you escaping to, Kitten?”

I squeak. “My room.”

With a grunt of displeasure his only reply, Cash spins and carries me back to his room. He kicks the door shut with an alarming slam that jolts my body before he drops me in his bed to stand over me. In the light of the moon that spills around his dark curtains, I think I see the set to an angry glare on his face.

My heart flips.

I’m confused. “You’re mad?”

He makes another low noise. “Not pleased.”

“I thought—I thought I was doing the right thing?”

“And what’s that, Kitten?” Big hands move to his hips, muscles flexing in his bare chest, rippling under silver spun moonlight.

“Um…” I clear my throat. “I didn’t think you’d want to wake up with me in your bed.”

“Why would you think that?”

“Because we—what we did—it was fun but…” I pause, my words cut off by uncertainty. “Cash, it’s not like I’m your real girlfriend. We were having fun, and I thought I was supposed to leave so things didn’t—um—get uncomfortable in the morning.”

For a long moment, he just stands there above me, his hands on his hips. Then his muscles flex as he shifts his hands to the band of his sweats, shoving them from his hips. My heart is in my throat even as I feel the beat of it between my legs. Anticipation ignites a fire in my blood and my mind spins—because how? How can my body possibly want to come unstitched for him again? I’m not even sure I’ve fully tethered all the pieces back together from the last time, and here I am again, ready to be shred. Begging silently to be torn apart if only to pull him deeper into me.

I’m a mess.

He kicks off his sweats, leaving himself totally bare. I can’t help but look at him. Cash is beautiful. He’s big in a way that could be menacing, but I trust with every fibre of my being, every thread that stitches together the most delicate parts of me, that he will never hurt me.

Still, as he settles his big body between my legs, his cock hard between his legs, I can’t deny there’s a spicy thrill that rolls through me. His eyes are on my face as his hands move to the hem of my shirt, and he pushes it up my body and over my head. It connects with his floor for the second time tonight in the seconds before he blankets my body with his, connecting us—everywhere.

Cash claims my mouth as the hard length of him slides against my core. That thrill expands. A thousand tiny butterflies sweep velvet wings along my insides as he devours my sighs, feasts on my moans, and unravels every protest my mind dares to make with every sweep of his tongue. When he pulls back, I’m breathless.

“You still think this is fake, Kitten?”

My body jolts under his. “Wh—what?”

“This hasn’t been fake since the moment I stole the first kiss. You’ve been mine—” He moves over me, dragging the length of his cock against my core in delicious torment. “Since the first moment I realized your innocence stained my fingers.” I gasp. I’m not sure if I’m trembling from his words, or from the feeling of his body so completely wrapped around mine. “You’re mine, Kitten. All of you is mine, and I’m all yours.”

“Cash…” He kisses me again, breaking off my words. I don’t even know what I’d have said. I just know I’m feeling so much, too much. He kisses me until I can’t think anymore. Until I’m not sure where I end, and he begins.

“You stay with me in my bed from now on, Wrenlee.” He pulls back just enough to command, “Every night.”

My heart feels full. Too full.

So full it might burst.

“If I’m really yours…”

“You are.”

“Show me.”