Crossed Off

by Lacey Silks

  “It helps when you don’t really leave your apartment.” I shrugged. I didn’t want to explain the merits of hiring a PA to get your groceries and anything else that involved leaving the apartment.

  “Aha, the hiding part.”

  “Yes. Do you think I’d be here if it weren’t for the costumes?”

  “Perfect party for you, then, and it kind of sucks for me. But I’m glad you’re here. It makes coming here worthwhile.” He grasped me around my waist and pulled me toward him. The star pressed against my belly, and I swear I could feel the heat of him through my skin-tight costume.

  “Maybe I can make it better, then?” I removed the empty glass from his hand, stepped up on my toes, and pressed my black lips to his plump mouth. Unfortunately, he pulled away.

  “Sky, I can’t here. I will pop out of my costume. It was difficult enough just looking at you from far away, but now? Shit, I left my bag with the change of clothes in the car.”

  I looked around the room, took his hand, and whispered, “Wait thirty seconds and meet me in the bathroom.”

  His brow lifted with amusement. “You surprise me every day, Sky.”

  “I don’t want you scaring the guests when that star heats up and becomes a comet.”

  I weaved between the superheroes and made my way to the bathroom. Locking the door, I waited. The thirty seconds felt like forever, but when the familiar knock I remembered from Vegas sounded, tingles of excitement flew through my body. I opened the door and let him in before locking it again.

  I turned around to look at him.

  “I’m beginning to like this party more now.” The husk of his voice did something funny in my belly. Looking down at Cash’s star, I saw that it was beginning to soar higher and higher. Oh God! I so wanted to rip that thing off him.

  I stepped up on my toes and kissed him the way I imagined a black widow would. Without fear or hesitation, hard and needy, taking control of his lips and tongue, opening wide to let him in and dance with me. The faint taste of lemon lingered in his mouth. Cash’s hands roamed over my costume, his fingers seeking an entrance.

  “I need to feel you,” he said against my lips.

  “Zipper,” I said into his mouth, bringing his hand up to the back of my neck.

  Cash found the fastening in a second. The sound of it opening and the cool air that kissed my skin along with his fingers gently tracing my spine all the way down over my ass had my insides twisting with fresh desire for this man. There was no way our encounter here would just end in a kiss, and I got a feeling that at the rate I felt myself heat, it would end quickly.

  He removed the fitted fabric off my shoulders and peeled the rest of the costume all the way down to my thighs, leaving me in nothing but the tiniest black panties and bra I could find to fit underneath. By this point, the star was jutting against me. I lowered my gaze as Cash flicked a fastening at his hip and got rid of that part of his attire. He stood tall and proud, all ready for me. A drop of precum glistened on his tip. I licked my lips. Part of me wanted to turn around and tilt my ass for him so that he could enter, but another part longed to taste him. He was so utterly ready for me, I couldn’t help myself. With my costume down to my ankles, I licked my lips and knelt. Looking up from underneath my lashes, I watched his surprised face twist with anticipation.

  Smiling, I licked the salty drop. The heat of his crown spread over my tongue, and I dragged it around his rim and down over the thick vein along his shaft until I reached the soft skin of his balls. Taking his sac into my mouth, I grasped his cock with my hand and pumped once before tracing my tongue back up the ridged seam right to the top. As I took him into my mouth and locked my lips below the crown, his ragged voice encouraged me.

  “God, Sky. That feels so good.”

  I lowered my mouth as far as I could, until the head hit me deep in the back of my throat. I relaxed my jaw, tightened my lips, and sucked him on the way up. The salty taste of him began to collect on my taste buds. I stroked him from the base down and bobbed my head, allowing for a deeper intake every few pumps.

  The strain in Cash’s voice as he clearly enjoyed what I was doing made me wet. His hands were on top of my head, needy fingers digging into my black wig, combing through with encouragement, helping with the momentum that would give him more pleasure. And for a moment, I wished I could feel the tips of his fingers right against my scalp. I looked up to see his eyes closed, and continued pumping furiously. My other hand reached around to feel his hard ass tense each time he pushed himself between my lips. I heard moans but at first didn’t recognize they were coming out of my mouth. The pulsing vein of his twitching cock throbbed against my lips.

  The ache between my legs surged, and the craving to lower my hand there to feel the heat and moisture was becoming unbearable. Instead of reaching to touch myself, I cupped his balls again, wanting nothing more than to milk him until the very last drop, and heard his instant response.

  “Jesus, Sky. I... I can’t hold on.”

  Cash jetted into my mouth, his warmth filling me. I kept stroking with my hand, pulling out the rest of his release, feeling more of his seed stream into my mouth with each pump until he gently touched my chin, begging with his eyes to stand up. I let him go with a pop, wiped my chin with my hand, and lifted my body to meet his.

  “That was unbelievable.”

  He seized my mouth and reached down into my panties where my desire began burning the moment I had licked him. I moaned into his mouth and spread my legs. His fingers slid in and out of me, pulling all the moisture up to my clit. Cash bit on my lip, gently pulling it out before letting gg. He had that wicked smile of mischief on his face before he dropped on his knees and lowered my lacy panties. Forcing my legs wider apart, he drew his tongue from my opening, over my slit, and up to the very top where he sucked relentlessly without allowing me to get accustomed to the usual teasing of his mouth.

  I braced my ass against the bathroom counter and grasped his head, desperately pushing him on and off me.

  “So sweet and tender.” His breath cooled me for a moment, but it was a short relief. The first spasm tightened my belly in seconds. The succulent pull of his mouth on my clit and the pumping of his fingers was out of this world. And when the tip of his tongue hardened and flicked me over and over again, I felt myself tighten before letting go. The release coursed through my body, shaking me like a rag doll. My toes curled and teeth clenched. I pressed my lips together, holding in all the sounds that were desperate to leave my mouth. I wished I could scream and fully let go, but half-aware of where we were, I knew that wasn’t the best idea.

  The last jitter dissipated and I still couldn’t move. We just stared at each other for a few moments before Cash opened the faucet, wet his hand and drew it between my legs, slowly washing me. I closed my eyes. He reached for a small towel and dried the area. Cash pulled my panties up and helped me squeeze back into the tight outfit. I made a note to buy Sonia a new set of towels.

  “I wish we could continue this.” The rasp in his voice gave way to his intentions. He needed more and so did I. I wanted to feel his thickness inside me and to hear the slap of our skin echo through the room.

  “But if we stay in the bathroom any longer, Sonia will begin to wonder.”

  I was pretty sure that she was already wondering, but at this moment I didn’t really care.

  “What do you say we ditch this party and head home?”

  Cash’s suggestion revived my need and my imagination soared with all the different things we could do when alone. At times like these, the tamed lion that Cash appeared to be, let out his claws. And knowing that the hunger in his eyes could only be satisfied by me, it drove me insane. But as much as I wanted to comply, I couldn’t.

  “Sonia’s a good friend. I can’t. We have to suck it up for a few more hours.”

  He growled. “I thought I sucked it pretty well.”

  I chuckled.

  “Come on, Captain America. You think you can fit into
those shorts?”

  “For now. But you need to stay away from me until you’re ready to leave.”

  I pouted.

  “Because if you don’t, then I promise I will throw you over my shoulder and steal you away. Ready to do a real walk of shame?” he asked.

  “I guess so.”

  “I’ll go first and make sure the hall’s clear, okay?”

  “Yeah. Sounds good.”

  Cash opened the door and left. I waited as he had asked. Part of me couldn’t believe what had just happened. If Sonia ever found out she’d kill me, or maybe she’d be happy. She’s been hinting at me needing a boyfriend for a long time now. I looked in the mirror and adjusted my black wig. Who was this girl in front of me? I waited a few more seconds and left. As promised, the hall was clear. Cash was back in the corner with a glass of water in his hand. A wedge of lemon floated inside, and I realized that was what I’d tasted earlier when I kissed him.

  “What happened to you?” Sonia asked, and I felt the guilt flush my cheeks with heat.

  “I’m just mingling.”

  “Is that what you call locking yourself up in the bathroom with the hottest guy at the party?”

  Shit, she already knew.

  “Just shut up and have a shot with me.” I grasped the tequila and together we had another drink. I was sure I’d need a few more of those to last me through the night. The moment it flowed down my throat I felt relief. The shot gave me instant relaxation and confidence.

  “So, are you going to tell me?” she asked.

  “No, because nothing happened.”

  “Right, and those red cheeks of yours are from nothing too.”

  “Tequila,” I explained.

  “You know, you’re the only girl I know who wouldn’t jump on that fine specimen.”

  If she only knew! “Okay, Sonia, if you’re trying to play a matchmaker, please don’t. Yes, I know Cash but things are complicated.”

  “All right, I can take a hint. But if you ever need anything and you’re not home but somewhere else, I won’t judge. I promise.”

  “Thank you.” I hugged her. “You’re a good friend.”

  “And you deserve to get out more often. Okay, I’ll shut up now. Another one before you leave to be with hunky-hunk, please?”

  She handed me the shot, and without thinking I threw it back. Sonia turned the stereo up and guests began dancing. I strolled toward Cash, took his hand, and brought him to the dance floor.

  “Sky, you know what will happen to me if we try to dance.”

  But I couldn’t hear him. All I knew was that I wanted to be in his arms, feel them around me, listen to the beat of his heart in his chest, and take that sandalwood smell into my lungs. I swayed my hips back and forth as the alcohol began spinning the world around me.

  “Sky, if you keep grinding against me this way, I won’t be held responsible for what I do.”

  But all I could hear was encouragement to turn him on even more. So I slid my hands over the monstrous muscles on his arms and up to his neck, and played with his hair before dragging my nails down his firm chest.

  Without warning, Cash picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I giggled. He said a few words to Sonia, who almost squealed, and carried me out of the apartment. I wanted to ask him to set me down because I couldn’t leave my friend’s party, but watching as his ass flexed with each step he took was so much better. Reaching down, I wanted to grasp it, except that Cash was much taller than me, and my fingertips were only able to reach the band of his shorts. I skimmed them back and forth over the hills and valleys on his back.

  “For the love of God, woman, hold your horses. Let me get you to my car at least.”

  I giggled again.

  “How much have you had to drink?” he asked as he carried me past the driveway.

  “I don’t know. Probably a bit too much.”

  “How did you get here, anyways?”

  “The bus.”

  “You took the bus here?”

  “Yes, you know I don’t drive. Where are you taking me?”

  “Home.”

  “You don’t have my address.”

  “You’re coming to my house.”

  “I am?”

  “Yes.” Cash lowered me to the ground. I slid down his body, feeling every delicious muscle underneath me. “I need to make sure you’re okay before I let you go. And I still need to be inside you, Sky.”

  The next thing I knew, I was in a luxurious car. Since cars weren’t my thing, I had no clue what kind it was. All I knew was that the leather seats were very comfortable. It had an emblem of a dog on its dashboard.

  I don’t quite remember how we got to Cash’s condo in Manhattan. I was pretty sure that I passed out on the way, and the next time I opened my eyes, Cash was already dressed in a new set of clothes, handing his car keys to the valet.

  CHAPTER 10

  I woke up encased in the softest sheets I’d ever slept in. My head throbbed as I tried to remember where I was. The bitter taste of tequila lingered in my mouth, and the rest of my memories began floating back. The party, the bathroom, Cash carrying me to his car and then us driving back to his condo.

  Shit! His condo!

  I inhaled, taking the smell of him deep into my lungs. Besides the downstairs lobby which was covered with a floor-to-ceiling marble and the concierge who wore white gloves, I didn’t remember much.

  Now the softness of the fabric around me made sense. I was in Cash’s bed! The smell of coffee hit me, and I opened my eyes, stirring.

  “Good morning.” His voice came from across the room where he sat cross-legged. The bedroom was still dark, but I could tell from behind the drawn blinds that the sun had risen long ago.

  I slowly sat up, feeling the pressure in my head pin the biggest pain in the world right between my eyes.

  “Ouch.” I pressed my fingers to my temples, mumbling, “Good morning.”

  He set his tablet aside, lifted the steaming mug, and strolled toward me. Sitting at the edge of the bed, he leaned in for a kiss.

  My hand flew up to my mouth, covering it. “Yuck. Morning breath,” I said between my fingers.

  “I don’t care. Give me those lips or I’ll take them myself.”

  I lowered my hand for the gentle peck.

  “There’s a new toothbrush in the bathroom, and I already texted Sonia to bring you some clothes this afternoon.”

  I looked over at the side chair where my bra, panties, and one-piece costume were all folded. On top was my black wig. I pulled my fingers through my hair, feeling more naked than if the duvet over my body was removed. And I was sure that I had nothing on underneath the covers.

  “What the heck happened last night?” I asked.

  “Lots of tequila, my cock inside your mouth, your pussy inside mine, then more tequila. I didn’t have your home address, so I drove here. You fell asleep in the car, then in my arms in the elevator on our way up, so the fucking I promised you at the party will have to wait until tonight, Black Widow.”

  It all started coming back to me. I did have a lot of tequila.

  “Did you undress me?” I asked.

  “Yes, and it took all the strength I had not to take you.”

  But I did remember Cash’s firm ass, just that it was upside down. Was he telling me everything?

  “I saw your ass flex. Upside down.”

  “I carried you out of Sonia’s over my shoulder.”

  That definitely made more sense. “Coffee?” he asked.

  “Please.” I took a sip from the cup he handed me. “That’s the best coffee I ever had.”

  Cash sneaked a peek at his watch. “You have no idea how much I’d love to spend the day with you, but I’m already late for work.”

  I didn’t even know that Cash worked. “But it’s Sunday.”

  “I am a lawyer, Sky. Some clients can’t meet with me until the weekend,” he explained without me having to ask. “I’m trying to make money on my own. The h
onest way. I don’t want to rely on Father, so I take on any case the firm gets. Make yourself at home, and you can call me any time. Breakfast is in the kitchen.” He stood up and picked up his tablet. “I’ll get something for supper as well, and I’m sure you’ll manage for the rest of the day. Please tell me that you’ll be here when I come home this evening. I’m looking forward to spending some quality time with you tonight. Can I assume that you don’t have any plans?”

  Just the thought of the kind of quality time Cash was suggesting reminded me of how he’d undone me last night at the party. “I don’t. I’ll be here.”

  “Good. Sonia has the key. I left her with specific instructions not to bother you, so don’t freak out when she drops your clothes off and leaves.”

  I nodded. Still a little bit surprised to have found myself in Cash’s bed this morning, I wasn’t too sure how to take all this in. He strolled toward a railing which must have overlooked another part of the condo, and before turning toward the staircase, he swiveled on his foot toward me. “And, Sky?”

  “Yes?”

  “Try to relax. This is a safe home. And whatever you do, don’t open that door.” He pointed to what I assumed was a balcony. “I want to keep that as a surprise for tonight.”

  “Okay.”

  Once I heard the door lock, I braved to venture outside of the confines of Cash’s bed. This place was huge. The carpeting under my feet was soft. I went to the luxurious bathroom, where I found all the supplies I needed to get my day started. After brushing my teeth, I took a long and much-needed shower. Cash had certainly ensured that I had everything I needed. A new bath scrub, razor, and my favorite shampoo waited beyond the glass door, and I wondered when he’d had a chance to get all the supplies. After a thorough shave of my legs and tending to all the other parts on my body that needed special care, I pulled on a fluffy black robe and went downstairs.

  The entire foyer of Cash’s condo was covered in dark mahogany wood. The room connected to a library on the left, together with an office. To the right, bright sun shone through and I stepped further in. I slowly made my way toward the spacious living room, taking in as much of the luxurious accommodations as I could. The living room matched the design of his bedroom, most in black and white tones with a hint of purple here and there. It was the epitome of sexy. Straight cuts on most of the furniture and contemporary art on the walls made this probably one of the best bachelor pads in New York.