Cash moved to her other breast, leaving the one he had been sucking on tender and sensitive. His finger began to move in and out, stroking her into wrapping her thighs around his.
When Rachel began to whimper louder, Cash rose over her and took her mouth with his, using his tongue to trace her lips before plunging into her mouth the way his finger was her pussy.
“I don’t know which tastes sweeter, your mouth or your pussy.”
Rachel’s hands went to his t-shirt, wanting to feel his flesh against hers, bunching the material. Cash raised up long enough to pull his shirt off, and then his mouth covered hers again. His tongue rubbed against hers as his thumb glided across her clit while he plunged another finger inside her.
Rachel tried to turn her hips to adjust, but his weight kept her pinned to the bed. Her hips began to pump against him, giving herself the stimulation she needed to climax and relieve the passion that was becoming an exquisite torture.
“You like having me in your pussy.” Cash’s statement embarrassed her. She couldn’t believe she had let her guard down, yet she nodded, afraid he would stop when she was so close.
“I have something you’re going to like a hell of a lot better than my fingers.” Cash rose into a kneeling position between her splayed thighs.
After unbuttoning his jeans and working down his zipper, his large cock sprung out, a clear liquid already on the mushroom tip. Rachel kept her eyes on his cock as he reached into his back pocket, pulling out a condom and ripping it with his teeth. His thumb kept playing with her clit while he slid the condom on. Rachel didn’t want to think of the expertise required to do it and make it look so simple.
As soon as the condom was on, he took his cock in his hand and placed it at her opening.
“Do you want me to stop? This is going to hurt for a few minutes, but then it’s going to feel a hell of a lot better than my fingers.”
Rachel stared down at his cock at her entrance while his thumb kept playing with her, making her want to scream for him to make love to her while Cash was just considering this sex. She was trying to gather her control to tell him to stop when he leaned down to take her sensitive nipple in his mouth once more.
“Tell me you want me, Rach. I’ll make it good for you, something you’ll always remember, sweetheart.”
Rachel was afraid he was right, but she couldn’t deny the fire consuming her any longer. She had never planned on remaining a virgin until she married. She had kept it longer than most women, but the thing that made her decide to give in was the gentle way his hands glided over her body and the childhood crush she had always carried for him.
“I want you, Cash.”
His cock slid inside slowly, slipping into her sheathe with a steady pressure that wasn’t going to be stopped by a thin piece of membrane.
“This is going to hurt, but then I’ll make it feel better. Okay?”
Rachel nodded, already feeling a burning pain inside her as Cash thrust hard. Tears came to her eyes, which she blinked back. Cash caught her gaze and then leaned down to lick her tears from the corner of her eyes as he continued to move slowly inside her, grinding the base of his cock against her clit, making her wet enough for him to slide more easily inside her.
“Feel better?” He rose up on his arms as he looked down on her, his hips beginning to move harder and faster.
Rachel thought he looked like every woman’s wicked fantasy as he claimed her body, not with gentleness, but with a fire that tore through her pussy as he relentlessly used his body to conquer hers.
“Yes,” Rachel whispered, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
“It’s going to feel a lot better before I’m done fucking you.” As he began thrusting faster inside her, she moved tentatively against him, attempting to match his strokes, but his hands held her still.
“Don’t move, or you’ll be too sore to walk tomorrow.”
“Can you go faster?” Rachel directed, needing more.
“That I can do,” he said, moving faster.
Rachel held on, feeling sensation after sensation she had never felt before or knew existed.
“You like fucking?”
Rachel couldn’t lie while her body was begging his to go faster. “Yes.”
His mouth went to the side of her breast, sucking the flesh into his mouth and biting down. “Every time you see me, I want you to remember my cock in your pussy.” His tongue licked the bruised flesh on the side of her breast. “Every time you touch yourself here, remember I was the first to touch you.”
Rachel couldn’t hold back a moan at his erotic words as his cock drove higher inside her. She shuddered as she climaxed, her breasts tautening as she arched underneath him.
“That’s it, baby. Give that first to me, too,” Cash ground out while burying himself to the hilt inside her, his balls against her ass.
He sucked harder on her breast as she felt him climax in the condom. When they both quit trembling, he gave the tip of her breast a final lick before pulling out of her.
“Where’s the bathroom?”
After Rachel pointed to a door on the bedroom wall, Cash climbed off the bed, going to the bathroom with his jeans still on. Rachel remembered the rough texture on the inside of her thighs as he’d fucked her.
She covered her body with a blanket on the bottom of her bed just as Cash opened the bathroom door, coming out.
With the heat of passion over, Rachel noticed the hickey on his throat and scratch marks on his shoulders. She had seen enough to know both were a couple of days old; the hickey was fading, not as bright, and the scratch marks were scabbed over.
Cash reached over the bed for his t-shirt, pulling it on.
“I hope whoever left those marks on you won’t notice the new ones on your sides.”
Cash didn’t say anything, pulling on his boots. She didn’t even remember him pulling them off.
“Rachel, I did you a favor and everything else kinda got out of hand.”
Rachel could sense he was trying to extricate himself from the embarrassing situation.
“It’s late, Cash. I’m tired. Are you sure you can make it back to the bar?”
Cash frowned down at her, about to say something, but then he thought better of it. “I’m sure.”
Going to her bedroom door, he listened quietly before opening it and leaving.
Rachel sat up in bed. Bringing her knees up, she rested her forehead on them. He hadn’t even glanced back as he left.
Of all the men in Treepoint, why had she decided to pick Cash to give up her virginity to right under her family’s roof?
Rachel lay back against the bed, ashamed and angry at herself.
Placing an arm over her eyes, she wished she could take back the last hour of her life for a do-over. Hell, she would be content if she could just have the last thirty back. Swiping away a tear, she gathered her composure to go take a shower.
Seeing the condom in the trash, Rachel was relieved there wouldn’t be any consequences.
She would place tonight behind her and just be grateful no one other than them would ever know about it. One thing was for sure; she was probably the only woman in Treepoint Cash wouldn’t brag about having sex with.
Chapter 6
“Can we ride it again?” Logan begged.
“No. We?
??ve ridden it three times already.”
Rachel smiled as Holly refused to let Logan ride the Ferris wheel again. It was already nine o’clock—well past his bed time. Rachel was exhausted herself.
She hadn’t slept well the last two weeks since she had made the mistake of going out drinking with Cheryl. Thankfully, Rachel had managed to wake her early the next morning and send her home without anyone realizing she had spent the night. She had dropped her off to pick up her car. Rachel felt as if she had avoided a natural disaster. No one needed to know she had lost her mind and given herself to Cash.
She hadn’t seen Cash or Cheryl since that night. Cheryl had called several times for her to go out with her again, telling her she was filing for divorce from Jared. Rachel had refused, though. She had never been the type to hang out in bars, and as much as she liked Cheryl, she couldn’t bring herself to now.
Treepoint was small, and it had been hard to avoid the rumors of Cheryl becoming “bffs” with Kaley, a sister of a friend she had graduated with. Cheryl and Kaley were making up for the time they had lost by getting married young. Rachel would walk away when the harsh gossip started. It was none of her business, and she wanted Cheryl to be happy.
“It’s time to go home. We don’t want to sleep through church tomorrow, do we?”
“Yes,” Logan said unhappily.
“Come on, Holly. One more time won’t hurt,” Dustin said, lifting Logan onto his shoulders.
Holly gave in. “All right. As long as there isn’t a huge line.”
There wasn’t, and Dustin and Logan got on the Ferris wheel. Both women smiled as Logan started squealing as soon as the wheel began to go up. The ride didn’t last long, and it satisfied Logan enough for them to head home without further arguments from him. Rachel had her own car because she had worked in the church store that day and had met Dustin and Holly at the fair. They weren’t parked far from each other, however.
Rachel listened to Logan tell Holly about his ride on the Ferris wheel as she pulled out her keys from her jeans pockets.