Until Lilly (13 page)

“Love you to
o, Daddy,” I say softly, feeling his words deep inside my soul. My parents are the best.

“Nice to meet you both
,” Cash says before the screen goes black on the computer and my parents are gone.

“I like your parents
,” Cash says, and I look over at him.

“They are pretty awesome parents.”

“So what do you say we get the kids to bed and find a movie to watch?”

“Sure.” I start to stand and Cash stops me
, dragging me down onto his lap.

“And tonight
, you’re sleeping with me. No more sleeping in the room with Ashlyn,” he says, his eyes turning a shade darker, and then dropping to my mouth. We have only stayed over a couple of times, but I always sleep on the pull out in the room Cash fixed up for Ashlyn. I bite the inside of my cheek and give a slight nod. “Good. Now, let’s get the hellions to bed so I can get you alone.”

“Okay
,” I breathe and feel his fingers flex into the skin at my waist.

“Okay
,” he says, and his lips touch mine. His mouth opens, pulling my bottom lip between his teeth. I feel his tongue run over it before his hand slides up my back and into my hair, tilting my head further to the side. I press my tongue into his mouth; his teeth release my lip, and he puts more pressure on the back of my head, kissing me harder. My arms go around his neck, one hand in the back of his hair, running my fingers through it. When our mouths finally part, we’re both breathing heavily. I lean forward, resting my head in the crook of his neck. “The kids are quiet. We should go make sure they’re not trying to find out how many things they can flush down the toilet before it backs up,” he says after a few minutes. I start laughing. It wouldn’t be the first time, and he is right; when the kids get quiet, they are normally up to no-good.

“Al
l right,” I sigh; I would much rather stay curled up in his lap for the rest of the night, but parenthood is a never-ending job. Cash stands, taking me with him. Once we’re up, we go down the hall to where two of the four bedrooms are located. Jax’s room is on one side of the hall, and Ashlyn’s is on the other. I stop before Jax’s room when I hear both of the kids’ voices. I can’t make out what they are saying, so I creep forward until I can peek my head around the door. I feel Cash’s hands at my waist and we both stand there in silence, listening to Jax and Ashlyn’s conversation.

“Daddy said that it’s my job as your big brother to take care of you.”

“Well, if Mommy and Daddy have another baby,” I feel Cash’s hands squeeze me, “I will be bigger than them,” she says, and I can see her putting her hands on her hips like a total diva.

“I will still be bigger.” He sighs like he is annoyed
, making me giggle. I step into the room when Jax’s head comes up.

“What are you guys doing?”

“We were going to listen to a story,” Ashlyn says, picking up the Kindle Fire from the bed.

“Oh yeah
? Did you both brush your teeth?”

“Yes
,” they both say at the same time.

“Did you put
Spike back and make sure that you locked the cage?” Cash asks, and I'm so glad he thought of that. I, for one, didn’t want to wake up with Spike in bed with me.

“Yes
,” they both say at the same time again, looking at Cash and me like we’re annoying them.

“One story
for both of you. Then it’s bed time,” Cash says.

“Fine
,” they grumble. Ashlyn crawls up onto the bed with Jax, and they pull the Kindle between them and start an audio-story about the Bernstein Bears.

“We will be back to tuck you in
,” I say, but may as well be talking to air because neither of them are listening to anything I have to say.

“So what do you say we skip the movie and go straight to the credits?” Cash says against my ear
, his body wrapping around mine from behind as we walk down the hall.

“Who watches credits?” I moan when I feel his fingers slide just under the top of my jeans against my stomach.

“No one.” He bites my neck. I then feel his tongue licking the abused skin. My pussy jumps and wet heat floods my center. My head falls back against his shoulder, my arms going over my head and around his neck. The fingers of one of his hands travels down the front of my jeans, while his other hand comes up to cup my breast under my shirt and over my bra. Goose bumps break out over my skin when I feel the tip of his finger slide between my folds and over my clit.

“Yes
,” I whisper, arching back as my eyes close.

“As much as I want to tear open your jeans and make you come
, we can’t do anything until the kids are asleep,” he groans, flexing his hips into my ass. I can’t help but pout when he pulls his hand out of my jeans. When I turn around, his eyes look over my face and he smirks. “My poor baby. I left you all swollen and wet.” His words send a shiver down my spine, and my pussy contracts. “I hope you don’t plan on getting much sleep tonight.” He pulls me against him, and I feel the hardness of his cock against my stomach. “And I hope you didn’t have anything important to do tomorrow, because there is no guarantee you’re going to be able to walk.” I feel my pulse speed up, and I take a deep breath. “I love that look, baby.” He leans in kissing me.

*~*~*

“Take off your clothes.” I jump and spin around at the sound of Cash’s voice. I’m standing in front of his dresser, grabbing a t-shirt to put on after I get out of the shower I am about to take. I had left him a few minutes ago when he was going to “shut down the house” as he put it, and check on the kids one last time before coming to bed. I was nervous. I wanted Cash in the worst way, but I still had no experience except for him that one time, and my LELO, which I used to get myself off. 

“Wh
-what?” I stutter out. The look in his eyes is so primal that I start to take a step back.

“Lil
, I’m not fucking around.” He runs a hand through his hair, making it look messier. “Lose the clothes.”

“Um…” I start to say that I was going to shower
, but before I know it, he’s in front of me, his hands ripping my shirt off over my head. I'm caught off guard, but also turned on by how badly he wants me.

“I’m sorry
, baby, but this is going to be fast. It’s been too long, and I want you too much.” His teeth sink into my neck, and I notice he does that a lot, almost like he’s marking me. His hands are at the button of my jeans, and then I can hear my zipper sliding down. My hands go under his shirt, running along the smooth hot skin of his back. I pull it up, his hands leaving me long enough to put his arms up over his head, pulling his shirt off. My hands automatically wander to his abs, feeling the ridges and valleys under my palms. His body is like a living work of art.  “Baby,” he growls, “you have to stop touching me or this is going to end before I even have a chance to make you come or slide inside of you.”  His mouth slams down onto mine as he starts walking me backwards. My hands go to his hair.
God, I love his hair.
  I feel the back of my knees hit the edge of his bed. I feel my jeans tugged down over my hips. Then his mouth leaves mine as he pushes me gently so that I fall onto the bed behind me. He pulls my jeans the rest of the way off. His hands go to my knees, spreading my legs wide. They then slide up my inner thighs where I can feel his thumbs on the outer-edge of my panties. I come up on my elbows so I can see what he’s doing.  His eyes meet mine before his face lowers and he runs his nose up the center of the lace that is covering me.

“Cash.” I can hear the uncertainty in my own voice.

“What, baby?” His mouth is hovering over me.

“I…I
...” I try to close my thighs. His hands tighten on my legs. I can feel his fingers imprinting into my skin.

“Don’t.” He turns his head
, and I can feel his mouth open over the skin of my inner thigh and suck deeply.

“Oh.” I fall back
, covering my face. I can feel my pussy contract as his hand on my other thigh travels up and under the edge of the lace, his thumb sliding over my clit, then inside.

“Fuck, I’m not going to last
,” he says again, taking his mouth away from my thigh. He stands, pulling off his jeans. His hands go to the bed on each side of me. “I’ll make it good for you next time, baby,” he says, pulling me up so I’m in the center of the bed. He rips the delicate lace away from my body, tossing it across the room. Then his mouth is on one of my nipples, then the other. His fingers slide down my belly, and I feel one enter me and pull up, then out, and suddenly two are filling me. My head starts to thrash back and forth. “I can’t do this,” he grits out. My eyes fly open when he lifts one of my legs up and over him, turning my body so that he is sitting between my legs. I look down and see his very large erection and his fist wrapped around it.

“Condom
,” I say, and he holds one out and smiles before ripping open the gold package with his teeth. His other hand is slowly stroking up and down his cock while his eyes are looking between my legs. His eyes come to mine before dropping to his cock, holding the tip of the rubber before sliding it down over his length.

“I can’t wait
,” he growls as he leans forward, filling me in one stroke.

“Oh
, God!” I cry, my back arching and my nails digging into his biceps.

“Shit. I’m sorry
, baby.” He stills, his hands going to my face as he leans in and kisses me gently.

“Don’t stop
,” I moan, wrapping my legs around him. I’m not in pain; I just feel full and stretched. My nails scrape down his back when he pulls out.

“Jesus
, you’re so fucking tight.” He leans forward, my mouth meeting his as I dig my nails into his scalp when he pulls out and slides back in quickly.

“Yess
ss,” I hiss. My fingers go between our bodies and slide over my clit, making my hips surge up.

“Fuck yeah, touch yourself.” He sits back on his calves
, pulling my knees up as his eyes smolder, watching our connection and what my fingers are doing. I can feel heat pool in my belly, and I know that I’m going to come.

“Please
, harder,” I moan and feel him slam against me. I can feel that heat in my belly start to turn into a delicious weight.

“You’re so beautiful
,” he says, his voice strained. My eyes open to look at him. His head goes back, his jaw tight, eyes closed, and I can tell he’s trying to hold off until I come. “I need you to come, baby,” he says, and his eyes open as he leans forward, pulling one nipple into his mouth before biting down on it. And that’s all I needed to send me over. My legs tighten, my hips raise, and that heat and weight turn into a tingle. Then I shatter, seeing a million colors dance behind my closed eyelids. I moan out his name, shoving my face into his neck.

“Shit
,” I hear Cash say as his hips jerk before leaning forward and biting onto my shoulder. His movements slow and I can feel myself still convulsing around him, trying to pull him deeper. “That went better than I expected.” The skin of my neck muffles his words.

“What?” I run my hands though his hair and wrap my legs a little tighter around him.

“I didn’t think I would be able to hold out until you came.” He licks my shoulder where he had bitten it. His head leans back so I can see his face. “Hey.” He smiles, and both of his dimples make an appearance. His finger runs from my forehead to my chin.

“Hi
,” I say softly back; he is so handsome, and I can still feel him inside me, and I know that it’s stupid and immature, but I want to stand up and jump on the bed while yelling ‘I just had amazing, mind-blowing sex with Cash Mayson!’

“What’s that smile?”
he asks, leaning in to kiss me.

“Just happy
,” I say, tilting forward to kiss him.  His cock twitches inside of me, and he groans before slowly sliding out. My eyes close slightly, and a soft mewl climbs up my throat at the loss of him.

“Let’s shower.” He kisses m
y lips, then my chest and belly, as he climbs off the bed. Once he’s up, he pulls me up so we’re both standing next to the bed. “Then we can come back here and do that again.” His smile is wicked before he kisses me, leading me into the bathroom. I stand behind him, watching his muscles move as he tosses the condom into the trashcan and leans in to turn on the shower. Once he has the temperature right, he looks over his shoulder at me, his eyes traveling down my body. “I have wanted to see you naked, soapy, and wet since we were in Asher’s shower. I guess sometimes wishes do come true.” He smiles, taking my hand, pulling me in and under the showerhead. His hands work warm water through my hair, then shampoo and conditioner. I close my eyes, relaxing into the feeling of him touching me. “Am I putting you to sleep?”  He chuckles, and I open my eyes to see him with a big, pink loofa that is covered with bubbles. I raise an eyebrow, looking at it. “It’s the only color they had.” He shrugs and starts washing me slowly. When he’s finished, he kisses me, and then pulls me behind him and starts washing his own hair. I pick up the same loofa and dump tons of soap on it, washing his back and watching the bubbles slide down his skin and onto the floor of the shower. When he turns around to face me, he’s hard again. He takes the loofa from me.