“She said we were done.” He looked over my shoulder, and something made his brow furrow. I grabbed his hand and dragged him inside. He followed me as I led him up the two flights of stairs.
I knew how to make him keep me. He knew about the scars now. There was no reason to hide.
When we got to his room, I locked the door behind me and leaned against it. My eyes traveled over him. I hadn’t seen him yet. I’d felt him though. When he fucked me on the mountain, I felt every inch of him.
He sat on the end of the bed and held his hand out to me. “Come here, baby.”
I moved quickly, climbing onto his lap and straddling his hips. He groaned when I wrapped my arms around his neck and rubbed against him. He was hard. I ground myself against him and whispered, “Fuck me, Cash.” Then I slammed my lips on his.
His hands were everywhere at once. The feel of his hands on my thighs made me stiffen until he whispered against my lips, “I know, baby. I already know.”
He was right. He already knew my secret. And he still wanted me. For now. I had to make sure he continued to want me.
I pulled my shirt over my head, and he groaned at the sight of my lace covered tits. They weren’t huge by the world’s standards, but on my tiny body there were times I felt like Dolly Frickin’ Parton.
His hands covered them and then pulled the cups down, making room for his tongue to flick my nipples. He alternated back and forth from one side to the other, before sucking one between his lips.
I reached behind me and unlatched my bra, throwing it on the floor with my shirt. Cash pulled me closer. His lips suctioned to my tits as his hands caressed and squeezed my ass.
“Need you naked, Rosie.”
“Then do something about it.”
He looked up with a feral smile before he stood with me in his arms and turned, tossing me on the bed.
He removed his cut. Hanging it reverently on the hook beside the closet door. His shirt came off next, as one hand reached behind his head to grab the neckline. He toed off his boots while his hands worked the button on his jeans.
“Rosie, get to work.”
“Can’t,” I breathed as I stared at his chest. I couldn’t move as I lay on my elbows, watching the muscles twitch with his every movement. I was mesmerized.
The monsters forgotten. The urgency I felt earlier to make him want me forgotten. Hell, my own fucking desire for this man was forgotten as I watched him lower his jeans.
When his dick came into view, every thought in my head vanished, except for the one that asked, “How the fuck did you fit that thing inside me?”
Chapter Six
Kytten
He laughed as his hand wrapped around it. He began to slowly stroke himself, and I bit my lip. I wasn’t joking. I had never seen anyone built like him. He was long; I would guess nine inches. And thick. I held up my hand, and my eyes danced between my fist and his as I visibly shuddered.
“What are you worried about? You already know it fits fucking perfectly.”
I swallowed loudly, and he laughed. His knee hit the bed, and I had to hold myself still. Cash was right. He had already fucked me on the mountain, bent over his bike. I wasn’t sure what I was afraid of, except that ignorance was bliss.
Feeling his size and seeing his size were two completely different beasts. And believe me, he was a fucking beast.
He grabbed my ankle and yanked me closer. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I stared as his dick bounced between us while he undid my jeans. Something inside me said I should have helped him, but I couldn’t move.
This wasn’t my first time. Hell, it wasn’t even my first time with Cash. But my head was screaming at me to be careful. That he would rip me in two.
Oh, but what a way to go!
I chuckled at the thought, and he smiled. “Something funny?”
“If you were only inside my head right now.”
His smile dropped as he leaned over me, and I fell back against the bed. “What’s inside your head right now?”
