Locked Heart (Cash Me Outside 1)

All he does is nod.

“Take off your pants,” I order.

As he pops the button on his pants, he glances at me over his shoulder and smirks.

There’s the boy I used to love.

Still love.

Might love again one day.

I’ve been in his presence for mere minutes, and my head’s already floating in the clouds.

I shake it off.

He pulls his pants down to his knees and then doesn’t bother with taking them off. He doesn’t need to.

He’s gone commando, so he’s all bare and ready for me.

“Bend over.”

Cash widens his feet as much as his pants allow him to, and he bends at the waist.

I bite my fist to stop the feral noises from escaping or from me blurting out something that this whole thing isn’t about.

I don’t know what this hookup is about, but I don’t want to bring that up now by saying something stupid like “You’re perfect.”

Movement outside catches my eye, but it’s only someone walking by and heading toward the stages. It scares me enough to ask, “Your bandmates aren’t going to come in here at any moment, are they?”

“I don’t fucking care if they do. They’ve seen me in worse positions than this.”

Not exactly what I want to visualize right now, but with one plea from him, I’m back in the game.

“Just please hurry up. Please.”

I lean over him. “Mm, I like it when you beg.”

He shudders again.

“Stay there and stand still. You’re not allowed to move an inch. Got it?”

He mumbles something that sounds like an affirmative.

I stand upright and pull out my wallet which I’d put travel lube and a condom in—just in case. This wasn’t the plan when I decided to see him at Death Valley, but I’m thankful for my need to be prepared.

Cashton flinches at the sound of my belt buckle as I loosen my pants, but apart from that, he stays completely still while I take my cock out of the hole in my underwear and suit up.

I squirt some lube onto my fingers and the rest on my dick.

Cashton watches me over his shoulder again, and I can’t help smiling as I catch him checking out my cock.

“It’s the same as the last time you saw it.”

“What, no piercings?” he asks.

“Do I look like a piercings kind of guy?”

“Hmm, I guess not. Do I?” Cashton raises an eyebrow at me.

Holy fuck, he has a dick piercing now?

Wrapping my arm around him, my fingers encircle his thick cock and stroke him from tip to base.

He breathes heavy, and his back muscles spasm.

I explore his cock, trying to find the piece of metal.

When he laughs, I want to be mad, I really do. But I can’t be.

“You don’t have a piercing, do you?”

“Nope.”

“You know, you don’t have to trick me into touching your dick.”

“Well, if you’re not gonna let me touch it …”

“Fuck, you’re a brat.”

“Always was. Are you going to fuck me or not?”

Damn, I could get used to this version of him. I loved being the one in charge, the one to make him feel comfortable when he wasn’t sure what to do, but this confident, more experienced Cashton is working for me too.

So long as I don’t think too hard about where the confidence came from or the experiences he’s had.

I stroke his cock while my lubed fingers press against his hole, teasing him until he loosens up enough to let one in.

His ass clenches and releases around my finger, and I can’t wait to feel it on my dick.

I push a second finger in, and he calls out. Expertly, I work him open as fast as I can.

The whimpers and impatient noises falling from his mouth should be illegal. He pushes back onto my fingers, fucking himself on me, and I don’t know how much longer I can take it before my dick cries from jealousy.

“Now,” he pleads. “Right now.”

Cashton is desperate and right where I want him, but I can’t help drawing it out.

“Say please,” I demand, fully expecting him to tell me to fuck off.

Instead, he turns his head, his brown eyes looking up at me with complete trust and desperation. “Please.”

I am so screwed.

Leaning over him, I remove my fingers from his ass and line up my cock. My mouth lands next to his ear. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone that underneath your big, badass rock star persona, you’re a cock slut just begging for my dick.”

Cashton hangs his head. “Tell everyone. I don’t fucking care. Just hurry up and put me out of my misery. I want to feel all of you.”

I kiss his shoulder. “Anything for you.”

Standing straighter, I grip his hip in one hand, my cock in the other, and I guide myself inside him.

Immediately, he becomes putty in my hands.

He shivers when I slowly push all the way in while I massage his lower back and give him time to adjust.