by A. K. Evans
The bra fell to the floor, and Cash moved his mouth to the other side. He lavished the opposite breast with the same attention he’d given the first side. All I could do was moan, claw my fingers through his hair, and roll my hips in the air in search of something to give me relief.
There was none to be found.
And just when I thought I’d die of desperation, Cash’s mouth began moving farther down my body. His hands left my breasts and started sliding down my sides. His lips trailed a path down my abdomen and over to my hip as he settled himself on his knees.
One of his hands gently stroked over the skin of my ass while he continued to kiss all along my outer hip.
And then, it happened.
Suddenly, Cash’s hand that had been gripping the front of my thigh on the opposite side moved up and slid underneath the flimsy fabric of my G-string. With one quick yank, he tore it off my body.
He tore it off my body.
“Cash,” I gasped.
He looked up at me with a devilish look in his eyes. He grinned and declared, “It was in my way.”
“I liked that one,” I told him, even though I had just realized that his worst trait of impatience really wasn’t a bad thing.
“I’ll buy you a hundred more,” he promised.
It seemed it was now Cash who wasn’t interested in talking because no sooner did he get those words out when he put his mouth between my legs and started eating.
My head dropped back against the wall as his talented tongue and mouth devoured me.
Nobody.
Nobody compared to him.
Nobody even came close.
Cash was on a scale all by himself.
I was ruined.
Completely, totally ruined.
If he didn’t fall in love with me and keep me forever, I was certain I’d never find anyone who would measure up to what this man could do to me.
Everything about it was raw, passionate, and animalistic.
Instinct, no doubt, was pushing us both to do what we were doing. There had been so much licking, touching, and tasting, and we were only just beginning.
I’d been so turned on from the moment I saw him step on the stage earlier that it barely took a few minutes of having his mouth between my legs to bring me to the brink of an orgasm.
My breathing grew shallow, and I started to whimper.
Cash groaned between my legs, and I could feel the vibration of it run through me.
“Fuck, baby, I’m going to come,” I warned him.
His fingertips pressed in harder at my ass just as violent tremors tore through me. My body shook with the force of each wave of pleasure, and Cash continued to work me through it.
When it finally left me, Cash pressed several sweet kisses to my inner thigh before trailing another path up my body. His lips made it to my mouth.
“You taste even better than I thought you would,” he shared, his voice soft.
Then he kissed me, allowing me to taste myself on him. After the orgasm he’d just delivered, I didn’t know how it was possible to already feel turned on again, but I was.
Without breaking the connection between our mouths, Cash lifted me in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist, loving the feel of his heated, solid body against mine.
How he did it so effortlessly without being able to see, I’ll never know, but the next thing I knew, Cash had placed me in his bed. He stood at the side, tearing open a condom packet.
As he sheathed himself, his eyes never left mine.
The exchange between our gazes was hot and intense, and while I wasn’t sure I could read it, I loved everything about the way his expression made me feel.
The slight edge of tenderness I saw on his face lasted a brief moment because everything turned frantic a few seconds later.
Cash drove in fast, hard, and deep. My head flew back, pressing deeper into the mattress and exposing my throat.
Everything between us became a mix of fiery and lust-filled moans, fervent and greedy caressing, and desperate, unhindered movements of our hips. The sound of our skin slapping together, the heady scent of sex in the air, and the undeniable sparks flying between us every time our eyes locked was lifting me higher and higher.
Though the force of each stroke of his cock into my body was wild and powerful, I couldn’t help from feeling as though he was worshiping my body. He’d made me feel that way from the moment our mouths connected just inside his front door.
But it hit me then that this was all about the two of us finally coming together and sharing our bodies with one another after weeks and weeks of me denying that where I was right now was precisely where I had wanted to be all along.
At that realization, feeling just a twinge of guilt, I felt compelled to give it my all. Lifting my head and torso slightly, Cash understood what I wanted. He rolled to his back, took me with him, and allowed me to take charge.
Then I went to work.
I pressed my palms into his chest, leaned my weight into them and my knees at his sides, and worked my hips over him. For a while, I was simply caught up in the feeling. His erection was thick, large, and pulsing, so it was hard not to just be consumed by the physical pleasure.
The way Cash could make my body feel with his body alone was indescribable.
But it was when I tipped my head forward and saw the look on his face that I realized the physical pleasure he could deliver was nothing compared to the feeling one single look could give me.
God, I wished I knew what it meant. There was so much there, and if I had to guess, I would think it was a mix of amazement, adoration, relief, joy, and something else. That something was the thing that made me lose all sense of control.
I slowed my pace, took in that something, gobbled it up, and savored the feeling it gave me. Before I could stop myself, I lowered my torso down until my breasts were pressed against his chest. Continuing to move slow, I brushed my lips against his.
Cash was patient, giving me the opportunity to lead the way. But when I felt the beginnings of my orgasm starting to splinter across my body, he knew I needed him to take over.
And he did just that.
One hand on my ass, the other at the back of my head, Cash powered his hips up. I threw my head back as I felt every inch of his cock moving inside me.
“Cash,” I groaned, my legs shaking on either side of his body.
“That’s it, Demi,” he encouraged me gently. “This is all yours. Take it.”
I took it.
I took all of it and tucked it away somewhere deep in my heart.
And just as I started to come down, Cash demanded, “Look at me, baby.”
I looked at him, and then I saw the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Cash came apart beneath me. His chest, neck, and face grew flushed as the muscles delineating his impressive body flexed with the force of it. It was breathtaking. But it was the look on his face that did me in.
I couldn’t look away.
I couldn’t think about anything else.
All I could do was watch him in utter amazement and feel nothing but overwhelming joy and gratification.
This had been the right thing to do. Coming here, being with him, was the best decision of my life.
On that thought, as he started to come down, I lowered my mouth to his and kissed him.
Cash didn’t hesitate to kiss me back.
Sixteen
Cash
If I thought everything I went through in my life up to this point was the result of being very lucky, I had no words for what I’d just experienced.
Could this actually be described as luck?
Maybe everything before now was simply the result of hard work and dedication. No. No, I knew it was more than that. There was good fortune there. I was a talented singer, born that way. That had to be considered lucky.
And if that was the case, I just couldn’t come up with the right word to express what I just had with Demi.
Unforgettable. Tha
t’s for sure.
But it was so much more.
It was life changing, earth shattering, and all-consuming.
I knew that I was already so incredibly fortunate to be living the life that I was living, doing something I loved with people who were like family to me.
Why I got that and I got Demi, I’d never begin to comprehend. It seemed… unfair.
Of course, I wasn’t complaining. I’d take all the good that this life had in store for me and never do anything to jeopardize it. It all meant too much, and I realized that not everybody had the opportunities that I did.
I wouldn’t squander this life.
As I walked from the master bathroom back to the bed and saw Demi on her side looking at me, I couldn’t stop myself from smiling.
She was perfect for me. There wasn’t a single thing about her that I didn’t like, not even her sassy attitude the very first day I met her.
In fact, it was her mouth that I was probably most attracted to.
Her mouth was paradise.
Whether I was kissing her, whether she was kissing my body, whether she was talking, or whether she had my cock in it, I loved everything about her mouth.
Climbing into the bed, I was still having a tough time wrapping my head around the fact that she was here.
Demi was here.
In my bed.
I had so much to talk to her about, so many things I wanted to discuss, and it didn’t matter that it was the early hours of the morning and that I still hadn’t slept.
Rolling to my side, my front to hers, I dove right in.
“How are you here?” I asked.
“I drove the rental car from the venue to your house,” she answered.
Okay. So, she was taking this literally.
I let out a laugh and replied, “There are a lot of questions that follow that. First, let me say that I’m not in any way complaining, but how did you find out where I lived?”
“Holland.”
Suddenly, it all made sense.
Holland knew what Demi had planned, which was why she insisted I not go out to celebrate tonight. I’d always looked at Holland as the sister I never had, and in that moment, I couldn’t have been more grateful for her. I was definitely going to have to do something to show her my appreciation.
It dawned on me that Demi said she came from the venue.
“Wait. You were there?” I asked. “You watched the show tonight?”
“Yeah,” she answered softly. “You’re incredible.”
“It was you,” I blurted.
“What?” she asked.
I couldn’t believe it. This had to be the craziest thing I’d ever experienced. I was sure if I told anyone, probably even Demi, they would think I’d lost my mind. But I knew it was the truth.
“The minute I stepped out on the stage tonight, something felt different,” I confessed. “Everyone knew it, and we even talked about it after the concert. I tried to brush it off as us being home and playing at a place that was so familiar to us, but in the back of my mind, I thought it was because I’d been feeling so excited about having a video chat with you tonight. Now, I realize it wasn’t any of that.”
Confusion washed over her. “What was it?” she wondered.
“You,” I told her. “I know that probably sounds crazy, but I’m convinced that’s what it was.”
Demi shifted her body closer to mine and said, “I don’t think it’s crazy at all.”
Feeling her close to me like that and hearing her response, I had to know more.
“How did this happen? What made you decide to come here?” I questioned her.
Something moved through her expression, and I could tell she was struggling with how to answer me. I didn’t want to put her in a tough or uncomfortable spot, no matter how much I wanted to understand what changed. If she needed more time, I could give her that.
Just as I was about to tell her she didn’t have to answer just yet, Demi replied, “I denied how I felt for too long, and I thought it was time to be honest with myself.”
I didn’t know what I thought her answer was going to be, but it definitely wasn’t that. “How do you feel?” I asked.
Demi’s hand came up and cupped the side of my face, right at my jaw. Her thumb stroked along my bottom lip as her eyes followed the movement. I didn’t dare move because I loved what she was doing. Feeling her hands on me was something I enjoyed a lot more than I ever thought I would. And I had already thought I was going to enjoy it tremendously.
After a long pause, she shared, “That I’m just as attracted to you as you are to me, and that your persistence in trying to connect with me made me feel good. I liked that you didn’t give up no matter how many times I insisted there would never be anything between us. But most of all, it’s what I felt after I started to cave just a little and started to get to know you.”
“And what was that?” I pressed, feeling like I was hanging on to every word she said.
“Whenever I wasn’t talking to you, I missed you,” Demi admitted. “I found myself wanting more time to talk with you and started counting down the days until you’d be back in Finch.”
Nope.
Not in a million years did I expect that was going to be her answer.
For so long, she’d fought me on this. I was on the verge of losing my mind thinking about how much I wanted someone who clearly did not want me.
Actually, that wasn’t entirely true.
I could see it, even if just a little bit. I knew there was a connection there. She felt the chemistry between us.
But for whatever reason, she denied it.
My persistence paid off. There had been a few times when I started to worry that I’d be labeled a stalker or something, but that hadn’t even come close to being what Demi thought was happening.
I was so caught up in my thoughts about all of it, Demi continued, “I got tired of pretending.”
“Pretending?” I repeated.
She nodded as her hand that had been at the side of my face moved down along my throat to my chest and over my pecs. Her touch was as soft as a feather. “That I didn’t want you.”
I gave her hip a gentle squeeze. “I’m glad you changed your mind,” I said.
Her features softened. “Me too.”
“We have to talk about something, though,” I told her.
Concern and worry immediately marred her features. I hated seeing her like that, but I really wanted to know what I was dealing with. There wasn’t a whole lot that was said, but there had been enough for me to know there was something here I needed to help her work through.
“What is it?” she worried.
“Can you tell me why you begged me not to break your heart?” I began. “I get the obvious reason… nobody wants to have their heart broken. But that’s a given, and I have a feeling that’s not what’s going on with you.”
Demi didn’t hesitate to respond. “You were my first,” she declared.
My body instantly froze.
What?
She couldn’t possibly mean that. “Demi, baby, are you telling me you were a virgin?” I gasped.
I didn’t necessarily have a problem with her being a virgin, but I’d just taken her, and I wasn’t exactly gentle. I mean, I wasn’t rough to the point that I’d hurt her, but if this had been her first time, I couldn’t understand how she wasn’t in any pain.
Not only that, but Demi would have been the world’s first virgin who knew exactly what she was doing.
There was no way that was possible.
Laughter escaped her. “No. No, it’s not that,” she assured me. When some of the tension left my body, she continued, “You were my first date. And I know it probably wasn’t really a date per se, but going out to breakfast with you that morning before you left New Hampshire was new territory for me.”
Now I was the one who was confused. “In what way?”
Her fingers continued to move over the skin of my chest. I couldn’t
work out whether she was aware of what she was doing or if it was something she was doing absentmindedly. Either way, it didn’t matter. It felt good to me, and she seemed to need to do it.
“I haven’t ever gone on an official date with anyone before,” she shared. “I’m… I know that must sound horrible. I’ve never been on a date, and yet, I’m not a virgin.”
“Demi, look at me,” I demanded.
Her fingers stopped moving, though they remained on my chest, and she directed her gaze to my face.
Once I had her attention, I said, “You are not going to make yourself feel bad about anything. I am not a saint, and I’m not sitting here judging you at all.”
“I… I wasn’t… I didn’t mean to imply that you were being judgmental,” she stammered. “I just… I know it’s not a good look.”
“I get the distinct feeling that you did what you had to do to take care of natural human needs and desires,” I started. “I also get the feeling that you had your reasons for doing that. There’s nothing wrong with it. Okay?”
She nodded, but I wasn’t sure she believed what I just said to her.
Deciding it was best to let it go and get back to the conversation, I asked, “So, why was breakfast with me your first date?”
“Because I didn’t want to go on dates with anyone,” Demi answered.
“So, am I just that charming and irresistible?” I teased.
Demi started laughing, and I let out a sigh of relief. I didn’t want her holding on to any tension about whatever choices she made in her life. It was the two of us now, and I was grateful for that.
When she finally settled down from the laughter, she replied, “It was partly that and the fact that you didn’t just walk away when I turned you down. You put in effort, so that was a big deal.”
“Nobody ever put in any effort with you?” I asked, thinking this wasn’t adding up.
“Not the person who should have,” she countered.
Her cousin Cal told me she was fragile. I had a feeling whatever she was about to share was going to explain why that was the case.
“I feel like I’m missing something here,” I said.
