Cash (The Henchmen MC 2)

His thumb moved to start circling over the sensitive point and my ragged breathing turned to quiet groans as he drove me painfully slowly upward, promising oblivion but taking his sweet time to deliver. “Oh, oh,” I moaned, feeling myself start to crest. “No!” I cried out loudly as his hand moved away just in time.

“Shh,” he shushed me, sounding amused. “I'm not done with you yet,” he promised and I felt my pussy clench hard in anticipation.

I felt his weight shift, my eyes still unable to adjust to the darkness. “What are you...” I started and trailed off when his body settled and I felt his mouth close over my cleft through my panties. “Oh my god,” I moaned, my hand slapping down on the top of his head, taking in the strange sensation of peach fuzz on one side and soft, long hair on the other. I sank my fingers into the long strands, twisting, and holding on as his tongue moved out and stroked the wet material over my too-sensitive clit.

His hand shifted to move between us and pulled my panties to the side to expose me and I didn't even get a chance to suck in a breath before I felt his tongue slide up my slick cleft and start lavishing over my clit. My orgasm built faster that time, my entire body tense, poised for the release. His other hand moved upward and I felt his finger slide inside me, slow, burying deep, stroking in and out until my moans became choked gasping, then curling upward and stroking over my G-spot.

My climax left me in a suspended nothingness for a long moment before it finally broke through my system- a deep, fast pulsating around his finger as my thighs shook. My cry cut through the night as the waves kept coming, as his tongue and finger prolonged my release.

“Oh my god,” I gasped as the aftershocks made my body tremble slightly.

Cash moved away slowly, pulling out of me, and pushing my panties back into place. His body shifted back to my side and he reached to pull the covers back over my body.

“Sleep honey.”

“Cash...” I started, not sure what I wanted to say, but knowing what just happened changed things and that meant we should probably discuss it.

“Sleep,” he said again, moving over toward the far end of the bed and stretching out, leaving me little choice but to do what I was told.–I woke up in the early morning out of habit, and thanks to the fact that I spent almost the entire day before sleeping. My ribs objected to movement, but the stabbing was more of a dull ache and I realized maybe they were bruised and not cracked after all.

I went into the bathroom and went through my morning rituals until I felt mostly human again. Looking at my reflection, I took a deep breath. “What the fuck did you do?” I asked myself on a whisper. If I let myself think about it, I could still practically feel his tongue on me. So... yeah... I needed to not think about it.

It was stupid to think it mattered. I was a grown ass woman. Hooking up was hooking up. Sex was sex. That was the end of it. Lord knew, he had enough casual sex in his day for it to mean literally nothing that he had his face buried between my thighs just a few hours before.

The smell of coffee was the only thing that finally dragged me down the stairs and into the kitchen to where Cash was casually sitting on top of his counter in faded jeans and a white tee. A coffee cup was poised on his knee as he clicked away at his cell phone.

“Can I grab a cup?” I asked, moving toward the coffee machine where he had already set out a spare cup, a sugar bowl, and a spoon.

“Yeah honey.”

Oh, hell. He needed to stop calling me the cutesy names. I swear the word landed with a flutter in my nether-regions. The effect was strong enough to stop me mid-grab for the coffee pot.

“Sleep well?” he asked, as if it was perfectly normal for us to have conversations over coffee.

“Yeah. Those pills really throw you for a loop,” I said, pouring my coffee, and turning to make my way out of the kitchen.

“Figured we would head up to Hailstorm today,” he said, making my heart fly up into my throat and my body whirl around to face him, effectively spilling a third of my coffee onto the floor.

“Shit,” I cursed, shaking the hot coffee off my hand.

“I got it,” he said, hopping off the counter, somehow doing so without spilling any of his coffee, of course. He came toward me, paper towels at the ready and lowered himself down the floor at my feet. I knew I needed to take a step back, put some space between us, but my brain couldn't seem to get the message to my legs. Then, done scrubbing, his head cocked up to look at me and a devilish grin spread on his lips, making his face way too god damn handsome. “I like this position,” he said, one of his hands moving up toward the hem of my tee and inching it up.

He was an inch from my panties when I finally snapped myself out of it and swatted his hand away. “Hope you enjoyed last night because it's the last time you get anywhere near my pussy,” I managed to choke out in what I hoped was a stern voice.

His smile didn't falter, if anything, it got all the more sinister. “I did enjoy last night. You got one sweet pussy for someone so fucking sour. But I can tell you one thing, as much as I enjoyed last night...” Oh, crap. I knew what was coming. “You enjoyed it a helluva lot more. Or was I imagining your pussy squeezing my finger as you came hard enough to wake up my neighbors?”