Under My Thumb (Serenade Series #1) (10 page)

Damn, it was hot.

Her fingers trailed down my back, applying pressure to the skin. When she wrapped her legs around my waist, I knew her dress moved up. If I looked down, I’d see her underwear. I wondered what she was wearing, but I resisted the urge to take a peek.

She started to devour me, wanting all of me.
Her moans increased as she touched me everywhere, feeling the muscles in my arms and chest. Her sexual excitement increased mine by tenfold. I loved the way she desired me. Whatever she wanted, I’d give to her. And more.

I moved off her then stood on the hardwood floor. She se
emed confused by the abrupt ending, and her mouth was still parted slightly. I pulled my shirt off then tossed it on the floor. Her eyes immediately examined me, the desire a fiery inferno in her eyes. Her breathing increased slightly.

I unbuttoned my jeans t
hen pulled them off. When I stood in my briefs, my bulge stuck out. It was hard to miss but I wasn’t embarrassed. I wanted her to understand exactly what I was offering.

She eyed the ban
d of my waist, waiting for the grand finale. She gripped the couch while she waited. I was already hard as a rock but that somehow made me harder. I pulled them down, my cock springing out.

A quiet gasp escaped her mouth and she bit her lip. “Oh god…”

I was pleased with the response. A cocky grin covered my face as I kneeled down on the floor. She eyed me, watching everything I was doing. I grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the couch. When I lifted her dress, I kissed her knees then her thighs. I showered her body with delicate kisses, wanting her to shake for me.

She grabbed my face and pulled it toward her own. But she didn’t kiss me. Instead, she stared into my eyes, looking right into me. Normally, she was the one who couldn’t hold my gaze because she was too nervous. But now it was my turn. The look made me feel things I never felt before. I was vulnerable, on display. But I held it anyway, not willing to back down in any context.

She finally broke it then placed her hands on my chest. Her fingers dug into me. “I want to play with you.”

I didn’t know what she meant, but it made my cock twitch anyway.

Her fingers touched the lines separating my pectoral muscle from the muscle in my shoulders. She traced it then moved down my arms. She felt me everywhere, appraising every inch of me. I felt like a painting on display. My muscles were the marks from the brush, and the colors were my skin, heat, and blood.

Her hands moved down my stomach. She trailed over the grooves then touched the hair at the very bottom. My cock remained untouched and I was disappointed.

Seeing the awe and desire in her eyes made all those hours at the gym worth it. I worked hard and watched what I ate for that very reason. But seeing the approval in her eyes made it even better. I wanted to be every fantasy she ever had.

She leaned in and pressed a light kiss over my heart. That’s when I realized the rendezvous wasn’t just sexual. It was meaningful to her in some way. And I wasn’t
sure how I felt about that. But I did feel like more than just a piece of manmeat. For the first time, I felt real. Like she could really see me.

Prudence pulled away then pressed her forehead to mine. Our faces were close to each other, but she didn’t kiss me. This was a first for me.

“Do you have an instrument?”

Wait. What? Did I hear her right?
“Sorry?”

“Do you have an instrument?” she repeated.

I was caught off guard, feeling awkward and out of whack. My usual façade of confidence disappeared. “Umm…there’s a piano in the parlor.”

“I have to write about this.” She stood up then left me there.

Chapter Thirteen

♬

Prudence Clearwater

I grabbed a notepad lying around then placed it on the grand piano. I was sur
prised he had a piano since he wasn’t a musician. Actually, I hadn’t asked him. Maybe he was.

My fingers found the keys then played the harmony I wanted. There was no rhythm or rhyme to my methods. When I felt something particularly emotional or important, I had to write about it. It was the only way I could make sense of things.

After I finished the first line, I wrote my music onto the pad then continued to the next verse. The curves and lines of his perfect body made me feel things that were foreign. The connection was there, unlike anything I ever felt. It wasn’t there when Isaac and I were together. But I didn’t know what it meant. Maybe it didn’t mean anything at all. And that’s what made it beautiful. It reassured me this was the right path I should take. There was nothing wrong with being in an arrangement with someone that was meant to end. It made you live in the moment, treasure and appreciate the time, and then let it go. And I liked it that way.

Cash came into the room, fully clothed, and then leaned against the wall in the doorway. He watched me and kept his silenc
e. His presence didn’t bother me. I pretended he wasn’t there, just like any other concert.

After I finished the sheet music and the lyrics, I folded
the page and stuck it in my bra. Cash came behind me then rested his hands on my shoulders.

“Moments of inspiration come at unexpected times.”

I smiled then looked up at him. “I’m sorry I got you excited for nothing.”

He returned my smirk. “I’ll get excited again. Don’t worry about it.”

I rested my hands on his then leaned into him.

“And what was that song about?”

“A very handsome man.”

“I like what I’m hearing.”

“Maybe I’ll play it for you sometime.”

“I’d like to hear the whole
thing eventually.”

“If you’re good.” I removed my hands then stood from the bench. “Why do you have a piano?”

He eyed it. “I thought it looked nice.”

“But it feels brand new. Never used.”

“I’ve never played it.”

“So you’re a fan of music but don’t play it?”

“You could say that,” he said calmly. He looked at his watch. “Would you like me to take you home?”

Hell no
. I wanted to get back to where we were. “Not really.”

His eyes lightened. “What would you like to do?”

“You haven’t showed me your bedroom.” I knew what my words implied. But I wanted to imply them.

His eyes widened for an instant then returned to normal. Cash tried to hide his excitement, but it was a failed attempt. I knew he wanted me. I felt his erection
anytime we were together. And that guy always had a hard-on. But that made me feel attractive, which I didn’t feel very often. And after seeing him naked, feeling that connection, I didn’t have any hesitation about what we were doing. Nothing felt that right when it was wrong.

“Come with me.” He grabbed my hand and led me to the
foyer. The grand stairway led to the second floor. A white banister opened in two directions. Bedrooms were on either side. I couldn’t believe how loaded this guy was. Now I started to doubt his profession. But would he lie about that?

When we entered his room, I stared at the dark wooden furniture. His comforter was gray and his pillows were black. The room was covered in masculine colors. There was no doubt a man slept
there every night. Outside his glass doors was another patio. “I can’t believe you wake up to this every morning.”

“I c
an’t believe it either.” He stood in front of me, his hands in his pockets.

The awkwardness set in when I realized what we were about to do. But I knew I wanted to. After seeing his large cock, I wanted it inside me.
To feel that fullness. And I knew our chemistry would make the sex explosive. My clitoris throbbed just thinking about it.

He studied my face. “Are you sure you want to do this?” His voice carried a slight concern.

I was surprised he asked me that. When a guy wanted to get laid, he said as little as possible.

“Do you?”

He stepped closer to me, his intent very clear. “Since the moment I saw you.”

I looked at his chin, seeing the faint stubble covering his face. My hand automatically touched it, feeling the ruggedness. He didn’t flinch under my to
uch. His eyes were glued to mine. Then he grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles gently, the same way I kissed him. But after that, he changed.

His hand gripped my lower back then pulled me to his chest. His mouth was on mine as he guided me to the bed. Wh
ile caressing my mouth with his, he laid me down and moved on top of me. His mattress was soft and his sheets were cool against my skin.

My legs automatically separated and wrapped around his waist. My desire came forth and I grabbed his face, deepening my kiss. His lips were soft and delicious. I could kiss this man all day. All night.

I grabbed the hem of his shirt and yanked it off. When his bare chest was in view, I ran my fingers up and down. His skin was burning hot, and I was excited to lick the sweat away later. Then my hands unbuttoned his jeans and got them off. Once he was in his boxers, I felt his erection against my thigh. It pulsed gently, eager to be inside me.
God, I couldn’t wait for that
.

I pulled off his briefs without thinking about it. A loud and embarrassing moan escaped my lips when his cock was free. I looked at
it, licking my lips.

A deep groan escaped his mouth when he watched me. His eyes turned dangerously serious. A different side emerged
. A man that completely claimed me. Now I was his for the taking.

Cash unzipped my dress then pulled it off me. When he looked down at me, he slowed down. My lips were abandoned for my body. Kisses trailed down my neck,
sucking and licking gently, and then moved to my shoulders. His tongue moved across then lowered, cherishing the skin of my chest.

He took several minutes to devour my body. My stomach was dominated, as
well as my inner thighs. I lay back and enjoyed it. He clearly did. He unclasped my bra while removing my thong at the same time, because his arms were so long and his hands were so big. And because he was experienced. I could tell.

Once
I was naked, I was desperate for him. I didn’t want to wait anymore. But he kneeled at the bed, pulling my hips to him. Then I realized what he was going to do. I never expected him to go down on me, but I knew that was in store. And I wanted it. Bad. Isaac never did that. After I asked once, I never asked again.

Cash kissed my inner thighs then slowly reached the apex of my
center. Once his lips pressed against me, I was gone. Writhing on the bed and fisting his hair, I moaned through the pleasure he gave me. And damn, he was good at it. His tongue made long strokes over my clitoris then circled it.

“Cash….”

His tongue moved inside me then his thumb accompanied it, rubbing the nub intently.

He took me to a new level, one I never experienced before. It burned then exploded between my legs. Unsure what to do with myself, I gripped his hair and held on, loving the feel of his tongue moving across my folds. “Yes…fuck yes.”
I hadn’t had an orgasm in months, and now I realized what I was missing.

His mouth left my entrance then came back to me. Winded and out of breath, I l
ay back and processed what just happened. Cash just gave me the best and most intense orgasm I ever had, and he hadn’t even used his cock.
I love America.
I hoped all the Yanks were like this.

Cash rubbed his nose against mine. “I hope we aren’t finished.”

“God, no,” I blurted. I pulled him close to me and kissed him passionately, thanking him for rocking my world and thawing my body from the ice that took it. This man was a godsend, perfect in every way. I was so glad I agreed to this arrangement. He was the best sex I ever had—hands down.

Cash moved me further up the bed then rested my head on the pillow. My legs widened, giving him plenty of room. He hovered over me, his chest pressed against mine. I could feel his impatience an
d excitement. He wanted me. His cock was twitching against my thigh, eager to be inside me.

“Fuck me.”

Cash’s eyes widened and he moaned. He grabbed a condom from his nightstand then ripped it open in a hurry. I grabbed it.

“Allow me.”

He stared at my face while I rolled it on. His breathing increased. He was thick in my hands, and his length was impressive. Even with the large condom, it was a tight squeeze. When I left him room at the tip, he leaned over me, pulling my legs apart.

His cock found my entrance like a magnet then slid inside. I was pushed further into the mattress as he entered, stretching me in such a good way. The further he went, the more my body accommodated him.
And shit, it felt amazing.
I gripped his forearms while he moved inside. My head rolled back as I widened my legs, wanting him to fuck me harder. I bit my lip. We hadn’t even started yet and I was in heaven.

Cash t
hrust his hips and moved inside me. His strokes were long and even. He didn’t go as fast as I expected, and I knew he was trying not to come. I had him excited all day, so I knew he was eager to blow his load. But he was trying to make it last as long as possible for me. And that made him Superman. Our relationship was mutual, and he wanted to get me off. I loved him for that.

I placed one hand on the back of his neck and the other on his lower back, pulling myself into him at the same time. It felt so good that I didn’t want it to end. His cock got the job done. And I started to come. Again. That never happened before.

A scream escaped my mouth as he rocked into me. He increased his pace to give me as much pleasure as he could.

“You look beautiful when you come.”

I caught my breath as my moment ended. Tenderness throbbed between my legs long after, making every stroke still feel amazing. “How do you look when you come?”

He accepted my challenge. “You’re about to find out.” He went ape-shit on me and fucked me hard. The headboard slammed into the wall, crashing loudly. Seeing him work on top of me, the sweat dripping down, made the pleasure between my legs even better.

“Come inside me,” I said into his ear. “Come on.”

He grunted as he
reached his euphoria. I pumped him from below, giving him as much satisfaction as I could. I rode his long cock repeatedly.

When he finished, he didn’t pull out
of me right away. He leaned over and kissed me gently before he tossed the condom into his wastebasket. Then he lied beside me, still catching his breath.

God, that was so fucking good. I haven’t felt satisfied like that…ever. Cash just became my new best friend. The exhaustion crept into my eyes and I turned on my side, wanting my own space on the bed. Sleep took me instantly. And I was gone.