Fragile by A.K. Evans

Fifteen

Demi

Why had I waited?

Why did I hold back?

For far too long, fear had consumed every part of my being and prevented me from doing something that felt this natural.

Just one touch of my lips against Cash’s lips was all it took.

Heat and desire flooded me. Desperation took over, and it felt as though I couldn’t get close enough. I couldn’t touch enough.

My moans filled the air as Cash claimed my mouth in an all-consuming kiss. It was hot, deep, and wet.

And the way his arms and hands held me—like he never wanted to let me go—felt like he was telling me he’d be sure to do just as I had asked him.

He wouldn’t break my heart.

The front of my body plastered against his, my hands drove into his hair until they reached the back of his skull. Cash had moved his arms from around me and brought both of his hands up my body. One drove into my hair while the other landed just beneath my jaw, curling around the side of my throat.

Allowing my tongue to sweep into the warm recesses of his mouth, I tasted the man I’d fantasized about for weeks now. And I did it as he spun me around and backed me up against the wall.

I couldn’t even begin to comprehend how he kissed. It was far beyond any expectations I had. If I wasn’t so caught up in how good this was already, I might have questioned whether or not I could even hold a candle to that level of kissing.

When another moan tore up my throat, Cash pulled his mouth away from mine.

His forehead was just inches from mine, and he was staring me in the eyes. “What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

I didn’t hesitate to answer him honestly. “I’m risking it all.”

The intense, heated look on his face faltered, and I instantly regretted saying those words. Just as he parted his lips to speak, I pleaded, “Not now, Cash. I just want to feel good right now.”

Cash wavered for all of a few seconds before he captured my mouth again. I couldn’t have been more grateful he didn’t push to talk.

That was the last thing I wanted to do right now.

I didn’t want to talk. I knew if we did, it’d lead to painful discussions that would put a halt to this. And I absolutely did not want to risk not having this with Cash.

We could talk later.

I’d discuss it all with him if he wanted to know it.

But right now, I just wanted him.

I’d been yearning for this for days now, and the minute I made the decision to come to Pennsylvania to see him, the anticipation and longing grew tenfold.

I didn’t even know how I made it through the performance earlier tonight. He was amazing on stage, and I wondered if I’d missed that when the band played at Granite because I’d been so caught up in trying to protect myself from a man who seemed, at least for now, to want to change for me.

God, I hoped he was serious.

Unable to control myself, I began kissing Cash’s naked torso and allowing my hands to roam over the smooth skin of his chest. I moved to one side, brought my mouth to his nipple, and tipped my head back to look up at him as I swirled my tongue around it.

His hand put a bruising grip on my hip and he groaned.

Somehow, I managed to push my back away from the wall and turn so that Cash’s back took my place there.

I kissed his mouth once more before moving down his body. I ran my mouth over his broad shoulders and spanning chest. I licked his nipples again as I felt him squeeze my biceps when I did. My mouth moved down his abdomen and trailed along the skin toward his hip, where there was the unmistakable beginning of the V, which disappeared beneath his gray sweats.

Seeing him in those sweats, I realized it was a thing.

A pair of gray sweats slung low on the hips of a man like Cash was the kind of thing that could make a girl forget she ever had any worries in her life.

And considering Cash’s sweats weren’t just showing a bulge but a rather impressive erection instead, I thought I was a very lucky girl.

Wanting to tease him, I tipped my chin up, looked at him through hooded eyes, and curled my fingers around his hardened length. Gripping him tightly through his pants, I asked, “Is this for me?”

“Jesus, fuck,” he hissed. “You’re incredible.”

I smiled at him.

There was one sweet moment that followed as his hand came up to the side of my face, captured a lock of hair between his fingers, and pushed it away.

No sooner had he done that when I could no longer prevent myself from allowing the clean, masculine scent of him to push me to drop to my knees. My hands went to the sweats at his hips and yanked them down his legs.

I watched as his cock sprang free, jutting out from between the tops of his legs, and licked my lips.

He was perfect.

His penis was perfect.

Beautiful.

Long, thick, and very, very hard.

I tilted my head back one last time to look up at him. The moment our eyes locked, Cash rasped, “You’re so fucking beautiful. I could come just looking at you like that.”

Feeling like I was on top of the world, I reached my hand out and curled my fingers around the base of his cock. Then I brought my lips to the tip, parted them slightly, and slowly took him in my mouth.

I kept my eyes on his just a bit longer and was overcome with emotion at the intensity of his stare. It was as though having my mouth on him was his every wish come true. Seeing that only encouraged me to continue.

For the next several moments, I focused all of my effort on giving him pleasure. My hand held him firmly while my tongue glided along the velvety soft skin of his hardened length. Initially, I had only allowed my mouth to cover little more than just the tip. But once I’d had my fill of teasing him, I parted my lips again and took as much of him as I could into my mouth.

The sound that came from him as a result was gratifying. He was loving everything about this.

All I wanted at that moment was to give him more.

So I did.

I worked him hard. My jaw began to feel the effects of it, but I didn’t care. I wanted to give this to him.

My free hand had moved from its place on his thigh to his hip. The moment it landed there, Cash’s hand covered it.

And as I continued to suck and lick and tease and taste, the pressure his hand and fingers put on mine alternated. It went from soft and delicate to hard and bruising.

I hadn’t gotten anywhere near enough of him when he was suddenly no longer in my mouth. Cash had pulled his hips back, bent down, and lifted me up under my arms. He dragged my body up along his, captured me behind the head with one hand, and planted his other firmly on my ass.

“You’re remarkable, firecracker,” he praised me just before he took my mouth. He kissed me in a way that communicated his appreciation for what I’d just done for him. I was simply grateful he had a solid grip on my ass because I would have surely melted into a puddle at the heat and building desire I felt. When Cash gave a gentle tug back on my hair and separated his mouth from mine, he added, “I’ve fantasized about this mouth from the very first day I saw you. Now that I’ve experienced the real deal, the things I’d do for this mouth border on criminal.”

“Cash,” I whispered.

He spun me around and pressed me up against the wall before he smiled and said, “It’s my turn to have a taste.”

For the next several moments, I waged a war within my body. Part of me was caught up in what he was doing while the other part of me was struggling to remain standing.

Cash’s mouth left mine, and his lips trailed down my throat toward my chest as his hands began tugging at my clothing. It was clear the material was in his way, and he wanted access immediately.

I would have helped, but I couldn’t.

I was too far gone, lost in the feel of having him near me like this.

Kissing me.

Touching me.

Somehow, he managed to get my clothes off so that all I was wearing was a sexy bra and a G-string.

Yes, I planned for this, and the last thing I was going to do was have him see me naked for the first time wearing a pair of full-bottomed cotton underwear.

No way.

I was going for seductive.

I wanted his heart pounding in his chest at the sight of me.

Truthfully, if he had been experiencing any of this the same as I was, his heart started pounding right about the time he opened the door.

For a brief moment, Cash stepped back and looked at me. My upper back was leaning against the wall, my hips pushed forward. My body was mostly on display, and Cash stood there completely unabashed by his nakedness as he allowed his eyes to roam over me. He made no secret of the fact that he liked what he saw.

“How are you this beautiful?” he asked, his tone ragged. “Are you even real?”

Cash didn’t give me a chance to respond. He closed the distance between us and yanked the cup of my bra down to expose my breast. His large hand caught the soft, rounded flesh as his mouth descended on it.

Wetness pooled between my thighs as his tongue teased my nipple. His free hand unhooked my bra with expert-like ease before reaching up to the strap at my shoulder and pulling it down my arm.

The bra fell to the floor, and Cash moved his mouth to the other side. He lavished the opposite breast with the same attention he’d given the first side. All I could do was moan, claw my fingers through his hair, and roll my hips in the air in search of something to give me relief.

There was none to be found.

And just when I thought I’d die of desperation, Cash’s mouth began moving farther down my body. His hands left my breasts and started sliding down my sides. His lips trailed a path down my abdomen and over to my hip as he settled himself on his knees.

One of his hands gently stroked over the skin of my ass while he continued to kiss all along my outer hip.

And then, it happened.

Suddenly, Cash’s hand that had been gripping the front of my thigh on the opposite side moved up and slid underneath the flimsy fabric of my G-string. With one quick yank, he tore it off my body.

He tore it off my body.

“Cash,” I gasped.

He looked up at me with a devilish look in his eyes. He grinned and declared, “It was in my way.”

“I liked that one,” I told him, even though I had just realized that his worst trait of impatience really wasn’t a bad thing.

“I’ll buy you a hundred more,” he promised.

It seemed it was now Cash who wasn’t interested in talking because no sooner did he get those words out when he put his mouth between my legs and started eating.

My head dropped back against the wall as his talented tongue and mouth devoured me.

Nobody.

Nobody compared to him.

Nobody even came close.

Cash was on a scale all by himself.

I was ruined.

Completely, totally ruined.

If he didn’t fall in love with me and keep me forever, I was certain I’d never find anyone who would measure up to what this man could do to me.

Everything about it was raw, passionate, and animalistic.

Instinct, no doubt, was pushing us both to do what we were doing. There had been so much licking, touching, and tasting, and we were only just beginning.

I’d been so turned on from the moment I saw him step on the stage earlier that it barely took a few minutes of having his mouth between my legs to bring me to the brink of an orgasm.

My breathing grew shallow, and I started to whimper.

Cash groaned between my legs, and I could feel the vibration of it run through me.

“Fuck, baby, I’m going to come,” I warned him.

His fingertips pressed in harder at my ass just as violent tremors tore through me. My body shook with the force of each wave of pleasure, and Cash continued to work me through it.

When it finally left me, Cash pressed several sweet kisses to my inner thigh before trailing another path up my body. His lips made it to my mouth.

“You taste even better than I thought you would,” he shared, his voice soft.

Then he kissed me, allowing me to taste myself on him. After the orgasm he’d just delivered, I didn’t know how it was possible to already feel turned on again, but I was.

Without breaking the connection between our mouths, Cash lifted me in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist, loving the feel of his heated, solid body against mine.

How he did it so effortlessly without being able to see, I’ll never know, but the next thing I knew, Cash had placed me in his bed. He stood at the side, tearing open a condom packet.

As he sheathed himself, his eyes never left mine.

The exchange between our gazes was hot and intense, and while I wasn’t sure I could read it, I loved everything about the way his expression made me feel.

The slight edge of tenderness I saw on his face lasted a brief moment because everything turned frantic a few seconds later.

Cash drove in fast, hard, and deep. My head flew back, pressing deeper into the mattress and exposing my throat.

Everything between us became a mix of fiery and lust-filled moans, fervent and greedy caressing, and desperate, unhindered movements of our hips. The sound of our skin slapping together, the heady scent of sex in the air, and the undeniable sparks flying between us every time our eyes locked was lifting me higher and higher.

Though the force of each stroke of his cock into my body was wild and powerful, I couldn’t help from feeling as though he was worshiping my body. He’d made me feel that way from the moment our mouths connected just inside his front door.

But it hit me then that this was all about the two of us finally coming together and sharing our bodies with one another after weeks and weeks of me denying that where I was right now was precisely where I had wanted to be all along.

At that realization, feeling just a twinge of guilt, I felt compelled to give it my all. Lifting my head and torso slightly, Cash understood what I wanted. He rolled to his back, took me with him, and allowed me to take charge.

Then I went to work.

I pressed my palms into his chest, leaned my weight into them and my knees at his sides, and worked my hips over him. For a while, I was simply caught up in the feeling. His erection was thick, large, and pulsing, so it was hard not to just be consumed by the physical pleasure.

The way Cash could make my body feel with his body alone was indescribable.

But it was when I tipped my head forward and saw the look on his face that I realized the physical pleasure he could deliver was nothing compared to the feeling one single look could give me.

God, I wished I knew what it meant. There was so much there, and if I had to guess, I would think it was a mix of amazement, adoration, relief, joy, and something else. That something was the thing that made me lose all sense of control.

I slowed my pace, took in that something, gobbled it up, and savored the feeling it gave me. Before I could stop myself, I lowered my torso down until my breasts were pressed against his chest. Continuing to move slow, I brushed my lips against his.

Cash was patient, giving me the opportunity to lead the way. But when I felt the beginnings of my orgasm starting to splinter across my body, he knew I needed him to take over.

And he did just that.

One hand on my ass, the other at the back of my head, Cash powered his hips up. I threw my head back as I felt every inch of his cock moving inside me.

“Cash,” I groaned, my legs shaking on either side of his body.

“That’s it, Demi,” he encouraged me gently. “This is all yours. Take it.”

I took it.

I took all of it and tucked it away somewhere deep in my heart.

And just as I started to come down, Cash demanded, “Look at me, baby.”

I looked at him, and then I saw the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Cash came apart beneath me. His chest, neck, and face grew flushed as the muscles delineating his impressive body flexed with the force of it. It was breathtaking. But it was the look on his face that did me in.

I couldn’t look away.

I couldn’t think about anything else.

All I could do was watch him in utter amazement and feel nothing but overwhelming joy and gratification.

This had been the right thing to do. Coming here, being with him, was the best decision of my life.

On that thought, as he started to come down, I lowered my mouth to his and kissed him.

Cash didn’t hesitate to kiss me back.