His brow furrows. “Did I do something wrong?” he asks, “I didn’t mean to scare you with all that—”
“No, Cash…” I cut him off earnestly, “You didn’t scare me.”
Cash’s story of valor and sacrifice didn’t scare me in the slightest. Nor did knowing what he’s capable of doing, when pushed. What did scare me, though, was the feeling these revelations inspired in me. Or rather, the depth of that feeling—the extent to which I’ve fallen hard for this gorgeous, passionate, steel-willed stranger. This man I know I can never have for long. I push the thought of our impending separation far out of mind. I won’t let it ruin the moment at hand.
“That’s good,” Cash murmurs, taking my face in his hands. “I never want you to be afraid of me, Maddie. You never have to be afraid of me. I know how to control myself. I’ve had to learn. And goddamn, has that control been tested.
“I know, Cash,” I whisper, wrapping my fingers around his wrists.
And it’s the truth, too. There may be nothing but raw power coursing beneath his sculpted exterior, but I know without needing proof that he would never turn it against me—or anyone else who didn’t deserve it. Didn’t he hold himself back from fighting Luke just yesterday? Didn’t he rise above those asshole bikers the night we first met? His Dad may have passed down the reckless impulse to do harm, but Cash has trained himself to be better. This is a man who turned down a profitable business when it was offered on a silver platter, simply because it was the right thing to do, by his code. And that is a man I trust, implicitly.
I rest my cheek on Cash’s shoulder as he pulls me into a swift embrace. He kisses the top of my head, a gesture that somehow feels more intimate than anything we’ve yet to share. I feel my body meld to his; fluid, eager, and so, so ready. My body has ceased to tremble, now. I’ve never felt more steady in my life.
Cash peels himself away from me just long enough to snap out the gray blanket, spreading it out across the sandy, pebble-studded shore. As he smooths out the well-worn fabric, I kick off my sandals and step up to him, running my hands down his broad back. He turns to me, eyes gleaming as I kneel on the blanket before him. Slipping out of his muddy shoes, he lowers himself to his knees as well, running his hands down along my sides. I plant my hands on the panes of his chest as he circles my waist with one arm, letting his other hand continue its journey down my body.
A low moan escapes my parted lips as Cash slides his hand beneath the band of my cotton shorts. I press my forehead to his shoulder, my back arching as he slides his hand between my thighs, letting his fingertips brush against the thin material of my underwear—the only scrap of fabric separating us now. My breath catches as Cash pushes aside the scant panel, resting two masterful fingers against my throbbing sex.
“Christ,” Cash groans, running his fingers all along the length of me, “You’re so wet for me, Maddie…”
“What do you expect?” I breathe, letting my head roll to the side as Cash strokes my aching sex.
“I’ve been thinking about this all week,” he growls, holding me steady as my body goes liquid under his expert touch, “Thinking how fucking sexy you are when you’re turned on. How much I love making you come…”
I gasp, clutching onto Cash’s shoulders as he lays those two fingers firmly against my tender clit. Every word I’ve ever known falls away as he traces long, slow circles over that aching nub. Warm, blissful pleasure radiates through my body at his every stroke, my muscles clenching ecstatically around the delicious sensation.
“Relax…” he murmurs authoritatively in my ear, rubbing that excitable button with swift, firm loops. “Just let go, Maddie. Let me make you feel good…”
“It does. You do,” I breathe, my knees going weak as searing pleasure mounts in my core, ready to spill out through my entire body. “It feels so good, Cash. I love your hands on me…”
But my words give way to a throaty cry as his two strong fingers slide back, driving up inside of me as he works my clit with his thumb. His fingers collide with that luscious spot just behind my navel, flexing deliciously as unrelenting pulses of sensation ring out through my body. I can feel myself speeding toward the edge of orgasm, unable to keep myself from tumbling over the cliff.
“I’m so close…” I gasp, bucking my hips against Cash’s expert touch.
“Let go,” he urges, bearing down on my screaming clit as his fingers slide even deeper inside of me, “Come for me, Maddie. I want to feel you…”
At his command, I let down my defenses, give into the rush of sensation that bursts through me. My every cell is infused with that rolling wave of bliss as it courses through me, carries me away on a sea of ecstatic pleasure. Cash lowers me onto my back as I’m overtaken by this feeling, pinning my hands above my head and kissing along my neck. I can feel his cock raging with desire against my trembling thigh as the orgasm passes through me, leaving my chest heaving and mouth spread with in a rapturous grin.
“You and your promises…” I manage to gasp.
“What did I tell you?” he grins, kissing the valley just below my collarbone.
“Just keep your hands on me,” I plead, grinding my hips against his.
“Oh, I intend to,” he murmurs, loosing my wrists and pushing my tiny tank top up over my breasts.
I pull the flimsy garment over my shoulders, casting it aside as Cash palms my modest but firm breasts. He lowers his lips to them, taking one nipple between his full lips as he lightly pinches the other. The warring sensations make my head spin—in the best way possible. I grab the edge of his t-shirt and pull it up over his head. The tee falls away, revealing Cash’s gorgeously cut torso in all its inked, rippling glory. But that’s not all I want to see of him.
With sure hands, I grab hold of his belt buckle and whip it open, loosing the button and zipper as fast as I can. Cash kneels before me as I tug the briefs and jeans down over his firm ass, my eyes transfixed by the staggering, pulsating cock standing at attention before me. I’ve never found a man’s manhood to be beautiful before…but of course, Cash’s is the exception. I run my hands along the smooth, rigid length, tracing the flushed bell head with my thumb. Cash groans as I work my hands along his shaft, his back arching with pleasure. I want to feel even more of him. All of him.
“Goddammit, Maddie…” he moans, as I lower my mouth to his cock, rubbing along the length of him all the while.
I let my blue eyes flick up to meet his as I part my lips and, ever-so-deliberately, take the swollen tip of him into my mouth. A shudder of bliss runs down my spine as I run my tongue along the ridge of his head. Low on my knees, I grab hold of his firm ass and pull as much of him into my mouth as I can. I can feel him pulsing against my tongue, taste his desire as it mounts. He buries his hands in my hair, tugging just hard enough for me to feel it.
“You’ve got me right on the edge,” he rasps, as I run my tongue from the base of his shaft to the very tip of him.
“Maybe it’s time you let go, too,” I grin up at him, working my hands firmly down his throbbing cock, slick where my mouth has traversed it.
I cry out in delighted surprise as Cash grabs me by the hips and flips me onto my hands and knees. My back arches as he runs his fingers along my spine, letting me feel his slick cock pressing right up against my slit. I glance back at him over my shoulder, marveling at the sheer enormity of his form. At this moment, at the height of desire, he seems larger than life. An ancient god visiting the mortal world for the briefest of moments. But his godliness doesn’t make me feel small or base. It elevates me. No—we raise each other up. And now, I want to see just how high we can soar.
“You want to feel me from behind?” he murmurs, running his hands over the rise of my ass. I catch my breath as he trails his fingers between my cheeks, letting the pad of his thumb brush against that tight circle of muscle no man has ever touched. Surprise gives way to deep satisfaction, a kind I’ve never known. How can being touched there feel so good?
“Y-you mea
n…?” I stammer, my pulse quickening. That’s another thing I’ve never, ever tried. Not that I’m opposed, in theory…but—
“No, no,” he murmurs, trailing kisses down my back, “We’re not exactly equipped for that. Today, that is. I just want to take you, just like this. Watch my cock slide into you. Watch you writhe under me… Sound good?”
My imagination spins out of control, imagining all the new things Cash is going to teach me…Someday. But for now—
“God yes,” I gasp, feeling my thighs begin to quake.
I hear the soft rip of a wrapper, and watch over my shoulder as Cash rolls a condom down his massive cock. That must be an XXL rubber, to accommodate such an impressive piece. But my speculations stop in their tracks as I feel the tip of that gigantic member pressed firmly against my wet, eager sex. I grab hold of the gray blanket, bunching handfuls of the fabric in my shaking fingers as Cash sets his hands firmly on my hips. For a moment suspended in time, I raise my eyes and look out across the lake. The sun is hovering just below the horizon, sending tendrils of orange and pink out across the sky. It’s beautiful. Perfect. And that’s even before—
Our voices rise up together, toward the canopy of leaves overhead, as Cash’s cock parts my silky flesh. He presses into me with powerful, measured force, and my mouth falls open in an amazed “o” as I feel the unthinkable size of him. From behind, he feels even bigger, drives even deeper, but I don’t shrink away in response. Instead, I press back against him, sending his cock even further into my ready body. He works himself inside of me inch by inch, until finally I feel the full length of him drive up into my very core. His fingers tighten around my hips as he sinks all the way in, filling me up completely.
“You’re so goddamn tight,” he groans.
“No—you’re just hung as fuck,” I laugh breathlessly, bucking against his powerful rod. “I’m surprised I can even fit you.”
He meets my pass as I press firmly back against him, and we cry out in unison again. Our voices are low, guttural—absolutely primal. I’ve never heard these sounds coming out of my mouth before, but I don’t feel self-conscious. I feel more like myself than ever before. Now that I’ve felt the full massiveness of Cash, I’m hooked. Faster and faster we thrust together, our bodies moving with harmonious, fervid purpose. My head falls back between my shoulders as I bounce on Cash’s rigid cock, savoring the feel of him colliding with the very core of me. I swear, it feels like he could tear me right in two if we weren’t careful.
“I’m right there, babe. I’m right there,” Cash growls through gritted teeth.
“Come,” I tell him in a hoarse whisper, “I want you to—”
The sky splits open before me as the sun crests over the horizon. My eyes open wide as Cash pounds into me with one last leveling thrust, driving so deeply that the newly broken day itself seems to spin wildly all around us. I feel him come hard as I push back against him with all my might, my muscles tightening around him. For a moment that feels like an hour, we float there together—balancing between one second, one day, and the next. Time itself steps aside for us, before rushing back in and leveling us completely.
Spent, Cash lowers himself to me, closing the space between our bodies. His hard chest presses against my back as our bodies rise and fall with fervent breath. Rolling onto his side, Cash pulls me against him, enclosing me with his arms as we look out over the crystalline lake together. Our breathing slows as the sun begins its ascent into the sky, rolling white clouds reflected in the still water.
“So here’s an idea,” I murmur, burrowing against Cash’s sturdy form, “Let’s just stay right here. Forever. OK?”
“Sounds like a plan to me,” he laughs huskily, pulling himself onto one elbow and resting a hand on my hip.
“We can build a little lean-to, and forsake our entire lives, and just screw on the beach for eternity,” I go on, pulling myself to sitting. “I’m game if you are.”
“I can’t even tell if you’re kidding,” Cash muses, running his hand along my naked thigh.
“Me either,” I smile back at him. And though obviously I don’t literally have forever in mind, I can’t help wondering in this moment how long Cash and I actually have together. The first week of our vacation is drawing to a close, and it already feels like time is moving far too quickly. I’ve resisted thinking about what happens when this trip is over, because I can’t bear the thought of only having one more week with this man.
“Christ, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs, his eyes fixed on my nude form, backlit by the breaking day.
A lot of guys tell me I’m cute, or even pretty… but beautiful? Really beautiful? Not so much. How many times does anyone get to hear that in her life and feel it’s sincere?
“What’s the saying? ‘Take a picture, it’ll last longer’?” I laugh giddily, a little bashful at his praise.
“Got a camera?” Cash asks, a devilish grin spreading across his face.
I feel myself blushing at what he’s proposing. I’m no prude about nude pics in theory. I’ve just never personally been one for trading naked pictures, not even with my long-term boyfriends. It always just seemed like a recipe for disaster—especially with the nature of the internet these days. I never trusted any of my exes enough to share such intimate material. What if one of them was a secret revenge-porn enthusiast? But Cash is a different story. Not only do I feel like—no, know I can trust him, but he also makes me want to live at full volume, try things I never have before.
“My phone’s in my shorts pocket…” I grin back, cocking a mischievous eyebrow.
Cash stares at me, jaw wide open, looking like a man who’s just won the lottery. “Are you fucking serious?” he asks, sitting upright. “You’d let me—?”
“Go ahead,” I tell him, daringly.
In a flash, Cash grabs my cell and turns back to me. My own jaw swings dangerously close to the ground as he straightens up, not a stitch of clothing on him. His tall, perfectly balanced form is as gorgeous as I’ve ever seen it—which makes sense, as I’m getting to see more of it than ever before. Last time we were naked together, we were a few drinks in and lit by a neon light on the fritz. But now, in the clear light of early day, he’s almost too perfect to take in all at once.
“OK,” Cash smiles, lowering himself back onto the blanket before me, “You ready?”
I unlock the phone for him and sit cross-legged on the blanket, unsure of what to do next. I’m not really well versed in the grammar of sexy pouts and poses.
“I guess you probably can tell this is another thing I don’t have much experience with,” I laugh nervously.
“Really?” he asks. “You never sent nude pics to any of your boyfriends?”
“Nope,” I shrug. “Not that they didn’t ask.”
“No kidding,” he laughs softly.
“Is there, like, some kind of protocol for this?” I kid in my best porn star voice, fluttering my eyelashes ridiculously. But Cash doesn’t seem interested in any of that.
“I like that you don’t know the protocol,” he says, “You’re don’t have to play at being sexy. You just…are.”
I let my joking fall away, truly touched by Cash’s response. I’ve always been pretty confident with my own sexuality, but I haven’t been completely immune to the idea of “being sexy”. There’s so much pressure on women to perform sexiness, rather than feel good in their own skin. Cash is the first person I’ve been with, who doesn’t make me feel like I’m falling short of some predetermined mark by just being myself. I sit before him, calm and composed, as he trains the camera on me.
“Perfect,” he murmurs, glancing up from the screen.
“Just like this?” I ask. My blonde hair is sex-tousled, my makeup next to non-existent.
“Just like that,” he says softly, focusing the shot.
I train my eyes on the camera, hands resting on my knees. It’s not a glamorous, practiced shot—but it is real. And is this moment, I absolutely believe that I’m as bea
utiful as Cash tells me I am. Now that’s something that’s never happened to me before.
He takes a few more shots, smiling down at the screen. “Got it,” he says, scrolling back through the half dozen shots. “Now I’ve just got to pick the best…”
Cash trails off mid-sentence, brow furrowing as he peers down at the screen. His expression goes from confused, to disbelieving, to completely blank in the space of a second. At first, I have no idea what he’s reacting to so strongly…until, that is, I remember the last picture I took on that phone.
“Oh shit…” I squeak, hands flying to my mouth. The morning after we first slept together, I snapped that picture of him for Allie. I never thought it would come back to bite me. But isn’t that always the way?
“Care to explain this?” Cash asks, turning the phone to face me.
There on the screen is the picture I look of Cash’s sleeping form the morning after our “one night stand”. The one I sent to Allie as proof of my making good on our bet. Even in the moment, I knew it was a shady move. And that was when I thought I’d never see the guy again. But now…
“I am so, so sorry Cash,” I sputter, scrambling onto my knees.
“You took a naked picture of me? Without my knowing?” he asks evenly, though of course he already knows the answer. He has the evidence right there in his hand.
“I know. It was stupid,” I hurry on, grabbing for the phone and missing, “I wasn’t thinking, at all. It was an impulsive, reckless—”
But Cash’s roaring laughter cuts me off mid-babble. He throws back his head and crows to the heavens, clutching his perfect stomach at the hilariousness of my gaff.
“You little creep!” he cackles, lunging forward and scooping me up in his arms.
“You were just messing with me?!” I shriek, pounding playfully at his chest with my fists. “Goddammit, Cash!”
“Yeah, well, that’s what you get for being a sneaky little perv,” he teases, holding the phone just out of my reach as I try and make a grab for it. What with his being an entire foot taller than me, it’s not much of a contest.
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