Cash (The Henchmen MC 2)

“Now Cash...” I demanded, desperate. I needed him. I needed him in a way I wasn't familiar with.

He shifted, digging into the bedside table and pulling out a condom which he put on with practiced ease and speed. He settled back against me, rubbing his cock between my folds until I was writhing. His eyes were intense on mine, like he was seeing me for the first time. And, in a way, he was. He was seeing beneath the shields, he was seeing the me underneath it all.

His cock pushed up against my entrance and paused while he kissed me, slow, deep. When he finally did press inside, it was painfully slow. I felt every inch fill and spread me.

My legs shifted, feet to the mattress, knees pressed tight into his body, pulling him deep.

“Fuck baby,” he groaned, buried to the hilt.

My hands dug into his back, the pressure deep in my belly becoming impossible to ignore. I needed him to move. I needed some relief from the undeniable, clawing need.

“Cash, please...” I begged, beyond caring about seeming needy. I was needy.

He withdrew half way and then just as slowly as before, he pressed back in. Over and over, making every muscle in my body tense, making the ache only build.

I had a vice like grip on his back, my legs wrapped around his hips, my hips grinding up into his with each impossibly slow thrust.

“Faster,” I demanded, whimpering as he buried deep and arched up slightly, making his cock hit an unknown sweet spot and his pelvis press into my clit.

His lips lowered to mine and his mouth caught my moans. “Not this time,” he said into my ear.

“I can't...” I objected on a frustrated whimper.

“Yes you can. You can come for me just like this. Just relax and let it happen.”

He was right. I was overthinking it.

“Does that feel good?” he asked, pressing back in.

“Yes,” I groaned, feeling the climax getting closer.

“You're so fucking tight,” he groaned, closing his eyes for a second.

He was just as far gone as I was, just as anxious for release. Somehow, that knowledge help drive me up where I needed to be. He pushed forward again and I felt the waves of ecstasy wash over me, by entire body shaking, my voice calling out his name as my fingers scratched across his back.

“Christ baby,” he groaned, pushing through my orgasm until he felt my body stop the pulsating, then he buried deep and came, growling out my name.

I held onto him after which was totally not like me, but I couldn't help myself. I wrapped him up with legs and arms and held on like I never wanted to let go. A part of me didn't. Cash's breath was in my neck, slowly returning to normal, his face resting over my heart which felt like it never would.

“Let me up baby,” he said quietly, kissing between my breasts. When I didn't move to do what he requested, he chuckled slightly. “I gotta deal with this condom then I'll come right back.”

I grumbled, but released him, the slight ache between my thighs as he slid away reminding me it had been a while since I had a man. He got up and walked gloriously naked into the hall. I watched, shamelessly until he was out of sight before curling up on my side and trying not to think.

But, hell, I was me and I was thinking.

I was especially thinking about the crack I felt in the shield covering my heart. It was small, just a hairline fracture, but it was enough.

“Trying to push me away already?” he asked, making me start as he climbed in behind me, cocking his legs up under mine and wrapping an arm around my belly.

“What are you talking about?”

“Curled up away from me,” he murmured into my neck.

“It's more comfortable to sleep like this,” I protested.

“With busted ribs?” he countered. And he was right- my ribs were throbbing a little.

“Go to sleep, Cash.”

“Let me in, Lo.”

“I thought I already did,” I said, attempting cheeky. Cheeky was better than what I was really feeling.

“Cute,” he said back.

“I thought so.”

“Baby...”

“Let it go, Cash. I'm tired.”

There was a long pause before he sighed. “Alright.”

Truth was, I was anything but tired. In fact, he fell asleep holding me a few minutes later and I stayed awake for hours, staring at the wall, trying to not freak out, trying to not analyze every possible thing that could happen. Like I could wake up and he could be cold and dismissive, he could be done with me. But... would that be the worst thing? That was usually what I wanted- easy, uncomplicated. Hell, sometimes it was me sneaking out in the middle of the night to avoid the awkward conversation in the morning. I was never the flowers and candy and promise rings kind of girl. That wasn't the life I led. If I woke up and he was through with me, well, all the better.–I woke up to his cock pressing against my lips from behind.

“You're already wet,” he informed me unnecessarily. I guessed he wasn't done with me quite yet. “Think your ribs can take it if I fuck you like this?”

Hell yes. I didn't even care if it did hurt; I just wanted him.

“Mmmhmm,” I murmured, pressing my ass back into him.

“You're killing me, honey,” he groaned.

“What are you going to do about it then?” I asked, smiling at the wall.

He chuckled, turning to get a condom. “I guess I'll fuck you now then,” he said and, without anything further, he slammed in hard and deep.

“Fuck,” I cried out, pushing back, feeling his cock press against my G-spot as he pulsed his hips slightly.

“Hard and fast, he said, biting into my ear as his hand slid down my belly and cupped my sex, sliding over my clit. “Sure you can take it?”

“All talk,” I teased, my voice breathy as he tapped my clit relentlessly.

His chuckle was the last thing I consciously focused on before he was slamming into me. Hard and fast, just like he promised. My entire body jolted with each thrust. His cock hitting my G-spot and his finger on my clit, it was only a matter of maybe two or three minutes before I felt the tight gripping sensation of my orgasm budding.