by Harlow James
Locking eyes, I nod, holding his icy blue stare with my own. “Yes.”
In the next second, Cash extracts his dark grey shirt from his body, revealing what can only be described as the perfect male specimen to me. A strong muscular chest, bulging arms and broad shoulders, chiseled abs encapsulated in tan skin that I instantly run my fingers across. The man clearly takes care of himself and it shows. And all I can think about is how I can’t wait to feel a man built like this next to me, on top of me, inside of me.
He reaches for my jeans, popping the button and then ripping down the zipper, quickly following with the fabric like he’s in a race—like once I gave him permission to go all the way, he was afraid I would take it back.
But there’s no going back. No, I’m only moving forward—in every aspect of my life.
His strong hands pull the denim from my body as I balance with my palms on his shoulders, so now I’m standing in nothing but my bra and thong.
“Fuck.” He drags his hands across his mouth, almost as if he’s wiping drool from his lips or he’s just so in awe of me standing before him practically naked.
“It’s not fair what you do to me when you look at me like that.”
“Like I want to fuck you? Or worship you? That’s not fair? How about it’s not fair that for the first time in my life, I’m baffled on what to do next? Because normally sex is easy for me. I know what steps to take, where to start and end to make you feel good. But right now, there are so many ideas in my head, I don’t even know where to begin.”
His honesty spikes my pulse and ignites a fire in me. “Then do them all,” I declare as I jump in his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist before he walks us to the bed finally, laying us down as he hovers above me. I feel like I’m coming out of my skin with how brazen I’m being, but Cash makes me want to surrender to every fantasy he’s given me.
“Hold on,” he says, rising and then removing his jeans and briefs in one swift movement, fetching a condom from his wallet before standing to his full height again.
And holy shit! Cash’s dick is massive—long, thick, and hard as stone. Granted, I only have one man to compare him to. But I’m positive I’ve never seen or heard of a man as well-endowed as he is.
He must have read my reaction because he grins like a fool and then crawls back over me. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll be gentle. You can take it all and then you’ll question how you ever lived without that much cock in your pussy before.”
And I’m done. Wetness pools between my legs instantly, accompanied by a throbbing that picks up intensity as I marvel at Cash in all of his naked glory and soak in his words.
“Cocky as ever,” I fire back before he flips me over so I’m straddling him. He adjusts our position on the bed so that his head is on my pillow, but then he pulls me further up his body so my pussy rests right above his face.
“Cash?” I question, peering down into his eyes as he looks up at me, clearly pleased with himself and the position we’re in.
“Ride my face, sweetheart,” he demands and then snaps my thong right off of my body and pulls me down to his mouth.
“Oh, God!” I shout, reaching for the headboard in front of me for stability as Cash moves his tongue between my folds and finds my clit with accuracy. He strokes long and hard and then dives his tongue inside of me, licking me from top to bottom and everywhere in between. It’s incredible, the most erotic thing I’ve ever felt as I close my eyes to soak in every touch.
Mason rarely went down on me, and certainly never did it like this.
Reacting out of instinct, I swivel my hips to match the movement of his tongue, inadvertently guiding him to where I need him and want him with no hesitation.
“Fuck, Piper. You taste amazing, baby. Keeping riding my mouth,” Cash mumbles between licks and kisses on my inner thigh.
“Don’t stop,” I say out of breath, knowing that an orgasm that will rival any I’ve ever experienced is building in my body as he speaks. And then suddenly, he sucks my clit between his lips, nibbles gently, and then inhales the nub and flicks it furiously with his tongue, making the dull ache come on fast, pushing me over the edge in just a few more strokes.
“Oh, yes!” I throw my head back as the release radiates between my legs, my hair falls down behind me, my chest pushes out as my back bows, and my entire body tightens while the waves flow throughout the confines of my skin. Every muscle clenches, every breath is a struggle as Cash relentlessly moves his tongue across my pussy, pulling every ounce of my orgasm out.
Collapsing forward, I find the headboard for support again as his hands find my back and unclasp my bra, tossing it to the side. Then I hear the rip of foil and Cash’s arms move beneath me as he rolls the condom on. His hands grip my hips when he picks me up and moves me back down his body now and then rolls us over, pinning me beneath him.
“Are you ready for me, Piper? Are you okay?”
I bob my head quickly, not able to form words let alone sentences right now after my body just exploded.
His hand finds my face and pushes my hair away as he stares down into my eyes and lines himself up to my entrance. “How come I feel like this moment changes everything, Piper?”
“Because it does.” The first words I manage to form say everything I need them to say. My life has changed so much since Mason destroyed everything I thought I knew and had planned. But the greatest gift of all was this new life I’ve been granted, including people like Cash, who have shown me what it truly feels like to be cherished by someone else. He may have not uttered words that declare such an idea, but he doesn’t have to. It’s in the way he looks at me, touches me, holds my hand, reminds me how beautiful he finds me, spends his time showing me how serious he is about us, and makes me feel alive for the first time in my life.
We both gasp as Cash pushes forward, thrusting his hips just enough to break the barrier at my entrance. His large size definitely makes it a tight fit, and I can’t help but feel a slight twinge of pain as he pulls back and pushes forward further this time.
“Relax, sweetheart. Let me in—not just to your body, but everywhere,” he whispers, resting his forehead on mine as he pulls back and pushes again, each time moving slightly further inside before he finally bottoms out.
“Oh, God.” I can barely breathe at the feeling of being so completely full, a feeling that is so foreign to me, it’s like I’m experiencing sex all over again for the first time.
“Fuck, I need to move. Can I move, Piper?”
“Yes… go,” I breathlessly give him permission as he withdraws and thrusts in again, sliding his thick length in and out of me with such precision, I swear I’m seeing stars.
Cash finds my hips and presses them open wide, holding my legs out while he fucks me, drawing in and out of my body with each calculated stroke. Not wanting this to end, I immerse myself in the feeling of being physically pleasured within an inch of reality.
Because I’ve never had sex like this—wild, dirty, intense, right. I gasp on every thrust, moan into the room and squeal as he picks up speed and pushes forward with such an intensity now, that it’s making my body heat up again, preparing for another orgasm.
“Fuck, Piper,” Cash grits through his teeth, a thin layer of sweat building on his body as he continues to move. “Are you okay? I’m not hurting you, am I? Fuck, I can’t help it. You’re making me crazy…” he speaks so quickly as he continues to slam into my body, shaking every inch of skin with his words and his thrusts.
“No, it’s amazing. God, it feels so good. Keep going,” I reach up to cup his jaw.
“Alright.” His face tightens before he pauses momentarily, dragging his cock in and out of me achingly slow, teasing with each stroke, but building my release up higher than he was by going quickly.
“Ugh…” I throw my head back, close my eyes, and soak in every inch of his dick gliding in and out of my pussy. I’m drenched between my legs, more turned on than I ever have been in my life—and I ha
ve no regrets or reservations about this decision at this moment. I wanted him like this undoubtedly since I saw him a few days ago at the hospital, and I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to finally give in the to the physical connection we share.
If there is anything this year has taught me, it’s that life is short and sometimes it’s better to take what you want at the moment than wait for the perfect time to live your life—because the perfect time doesn’t exist. Those perfect moments we look back on fondly are often a result of making decisions without calculations—just reacting to your senses, instincts, and feelings—and that’s exactly what I was feeling when I decided that tonight, I didn’t want to wait to have sex with Cash.
Just as he speeds up again, his thumb finds my clit, rubbing it in soft circles that ignite that flurry deep in my belly, bringing my orgasm to the surface before I explode around him, clenching him tight while he continues to move.
“Oh, God!” I shout before my moans freeze and my entire body tightens like a rubber band that’s been stretched too far—and then it releases, and I draw in the breath I was holding as the waves of pleasure wrack my body, shuddering from the lasting effects that take what feels like forever to subside.
“God, that was hot,” he growls as he leans forward and dives his tongue into my mouth, still moving inside of me, but at a slower pace again.
“That was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had in my life. I… I can’t breathe,” I manage to say when Cash leans back.
“Then let’s aim for a third,” he smirks before reaching behind me and then lifting me up as he reclines, adjusting my legs so I’m straddling him while he sits up tall, wrapping me in his arms.
“I can’t,” I moan as I sink down on him again. “Oh, God… you feel so big this way.”
“Can’t hear that enough,” he laughs and then pulls my nipple into his mouth.
“Seriously, fuck,” I throw my head back as he moves my hips, lifting me up and down along his length. Both of us stare down at where we’re joined just a few seconds later, fixated on watching us move together where we’re connected—it’s so erotic and intense, it makes my body rise in temperature. I can’t possibly come again. I’ve never orgasmed twice during sex in my life, let alone three times. But Cash is intent on making a third time occur, and as we continue to move, the head of his dick slides against that bundle of nerves inside of me, making that idea more of a reality than I thought. “God, yes!”
“Talk to me, sweetheart. Use those filthy words. Tell me how much you’re enjoying this,” he mumbles against my breast, sucking my nipple into his mouth again, licking and swirling his tongue around the nub.
“It feels so fucking good, Cash.”
“How good?”
“Like I’m gonna come again,” I declare.
“Yes. Come on my cock, sweetheart. I wanna see you lose it again.”
Our moans and heavy breathing fill the room as we continue to move, my body riding him hard and not giving a fuck about any reservations whatsoever. Cash makes me feel desired and bold, sexual and feminine, which allows me to let go and fully immerse myself in this.
“I’m almost… there!” I shout as the crest of my orgasm rises and then I shatter, this one more intense than the last two, so different yet equally as fulfilling as Cash urges my movements over him still before he finally shouts and grips my body hard, finding his own release, squeezing me tightly to him.
“Fuck!” His head drops to my chest once we stop moving, my rib cage rising and falling in time with his. We take a moment to catch our breaths and come down from the high—and then his head pops up and finds mine—our eyes locking and saying so much without uttering one single word.
Oh. My. God.
That was incredible, life-changing, earth-moving and mind-bending—and definitely worth giving into the moment.
Best Scrabble game ever.
Chapter 18
Cash
Holding Piper in my arms after the most intense sex of my life, my world is thrown off balance and then righted right before my eyes. I’ve never felt that—a connection to someone that goes beyond the physical while being physical. Fighting my instinct to retreat yet still wanting to keep her in my arms, I let the weight of what just happened rest on my shoulders for a minute before I speak.
“Piper… fuck.” Yup, that’s all I can come up with, because how can I possibly describe how life-altering that was.
“Cash. That was… amazing,” she breathes against my neck, her breathing still heavy while we remain joined.
“Agreed. But I need to clean up, sweetheart.” I begin to nudge us apart, sliding out of Piper and lying her back on the bed, before standing and making my way to the bathroom. Once the condom is taken care of, I return to find Piper covered by her blankets with her eyes closed and her hands tucked up under her cheek.
“Piper, do you want me to leave?” I whisper as I lean down and stroke her face with my fingers.
Her eyes pop open and tell me she doesn’t want that, but like the guarded person she is, she leaves that decision to me. “It’s up to you. I don’t mind either way….”
Surprised by how quickly I come to the decision, I make my way to the other side of her bed and crawl in behind her, wrapping my arms around her warm body, dragging my fingers across her smooth skin while I soak up this feeling of satisfaction I never knew was possible.
This is what it must feel like—to find someone you want to spend time with more than you want to breathe. More importantly, this is what falling for someone must feel like, and now I get why other men surrender to this. I understand how Cooper must feel about Clara, or how Kane overcame his shit to let Olivia in. Because in this moment, an overwhelming force of clarity overpowers me, showing me what life could be like coming home to someone like Piper every day.
And I don’t hate it. In fact, it’s becoming more clear to me every day that she’s what I want.
“You’re staying?” She mumbles, slightly leaning back to look me in the eyes.
“There’s no other place I’d rather be, sweetheart,” I speak softly in her ear then plant a languid kiss on her lips before we both get comfortable and succumb to sleep.
When I wake up in the morning, the bed is empty. Glancing over at the clock on her nightstand, I realize it’s almost eight. Shit! I can’t remember the last morning I slept this late or the last night I found rest that deep. I find my briefs from the floor and pull them up my legs, then go in search of the woman who is quickly burying herself into my heart.
“Good morning.” She turns to face me, wearing nothing but my t-shirt as she stands at the stove, the smell of bacon hitting my senses.
“Damn. This cliché is better than I imagined.”
“What? Me wearing your t-shirt the morning after we had sex?”
“Yeah. I… I’ve never experienced that before,” I admit, realizing this is the first time I actually stayed the night at a woman’s place after sex. The reality hits me hard as I see it do the same on Piper’s face.
“Cash…” She starts before reaching behind her to turn off the burner on the stove.
“No, let me get this out,” I say as I walk across the kitchen to her, gripping her hips and lifting her on the counter so I can step in between her legs. “I’m experiencing a lot of firsts with you, Piper—and it terrifies me, but not in a way that makes me want to run. No, it terrifies me because it’s a feeling I didn’t know I was missing.”
“Cash, you’re making me feel things too, things I never even felt with a man I was supposed to marry,” she sighs before looking back up at me. “I feel like I’m living this brand new life with you…” she trails off, halting her thought completely. And I can’t help but feel she means something else by that.
“This is brand new territory for me, sweetheart. But fuck, I can’t fight it. You do things to me, Piper… make me want things. Hell, Birdie is giddy like a schoolgirl about the fact that I’m actually dating someone,” I chuckle, making
Piper reciprocate.
“She did seem rather thrilled to see me, even if I won the game.”
“I was the only one whose ego was bruised by that, babe, trust me.”
“So are we officially dating then, Cash?”
Gulping hard, I immediately decide to jump in with both feet. “Yes. If you’re alright with claiming me. I have a past, Piper. You know that, but I promise, you are the only woman I want now.”
A smile slowly spreads across her face. “We all have pasts, Cash. I think I can handle it, as long as I know you’re devoted to me. I’m scared, I won’t lie. There are so many things that can go wrong…”
“Let’s just see where things go, okay? Relieve some of the pressure and enjoy each other. I know for a fact, I want to enjoy you at least two more times before I have to leave to get ready for work.” Nuzzling my nose against her neck now, I feel Piper writhe in my hands as she grinds against my erection already raring to go.
“Two times? Then we’d better get busy,” she teases and then presses her lips to mine, kissing me with the same level of desire I felt from her last night. As I stand there between her legs and make love to her mouth with my own, I realize I just took a huge leap towards something I never thought I’d ever want—and then some of those doubts about my parents and how poisonous their relationship was hits me hard.
But Piper and I are nothing like my parents, a detail I hope will be enough to remind me that anything worth having in life is worth the bit of fear you feel while pursuing it. And then a memory from a conversation with Birdie from years ago enters my mind—"One day, the right woman will knock you off your feet, crash into your world you think is perfect, and then all the things you thought you knew about love will be thrown out the window.” I’m definitely not anywhere near uttering the word love, but I can admit that Piper has knocked me off my feet and is making me question everything—and I’m not as scared as I thought I would be.
Pushing Birdie and my doubts out of my mind, I refocus back on the beautiful woman in my arms that’s offering herself up to me. Lifting her from the counter, I carry her back to bed, throwing her on the mattress as she giggles with every bounce.