Love Me ~ Like That (18 page)

Bailey: Hey, are you still up? I want to talk. Can you come over?

Cash: Yeah, I’m still up... I’ll be over in a few minutes.

Bailey: Just come around back to the picnic table.

Cash: See you in a few.

“I’m going outside to talk to Cash,” I say. “I’ll talk to you in the morning.”

She gives me a smug smile.

“Just don’t give your heart away and you’ll be fine.”

I get a blanket and head out back. I plan on using that picnic table. Cash makes it around the house about the time I put the blanket over the scarred piece of wood.

“Hey.” He walks over and sits beside me on the table.

“I’ve been thinking about everything you said tonight.” I turn and wrap my arms around him. “If you’re willing to take the relationship part slow, I want to take that chance with you. First thing you need to know, I’m not a vanilla kind of girl.” I release him and take off my shirt. “In fact, I want to show you right now what exactly you’re getting yourself into.” I shimmy out of my shorts and I get in his lap. “The second thing is I’m not afraid to get a little dirty. Now, what I really want to know,” I say as I unbutton his shirt, “are you going to be able to handle a little spice in your life?” I push his shirt off of his shoulders and run my hands down his rippled chest. I feel every well-defined muscle as I go. I look at him before bending to lick the side of his neck. He tastes slightly salty.

He takes his shirt off and puts his hands on my hips, “Ah Sweet Cheeks, you want to play? Is that what you like? I can show you more than a little spice. I can set you on fire.”

Good, I need it! I’m ready for a rough and rowdy happy finish. I push him back, setting my knees on each side of him. His long legs are hanging off the end of the table. I lower my head at his waist and slowly lick my way up, looking at him through my eyelashes.

Then he surprises me by flipping us.

“Let me tell you what to expect with me.” He moves my panties to the side, licks a couple of his fingers and strokes my folds. “One, you may not be afraid to get dirty, darlin’, but I am dirty.” He draws small lazy circles around my belly button. “Two, I don’t think you have been properly introduced to any real flavors, yet.”

I want whatever flavor he is willing to give me right now.

He pulls my panties off then licks those small circles at my belly button now. Around and around.

I’m about to come off these planks of wood, and this blanket will be torn up when I’m finished.

He dips his tongue in and out while he caresses his hand downward.

I am breathing heavily and still he is very calm. How can he be so freaking calm right now? Who knew the belly button could be sensual. He runs his finger down my inner thigh and up to the apex.

“Now, darlin’, do you really want our first time to be on a rickety old table? I see things much different for the first time. After that, I’ll take you anywhere and everywhere, and you will be more than satisfied when I’m finished with you.” He whispers this right over my center folds and takes a little lick.

I can feel his breath and it fires up my body. I don’t care where we are. I want him now. He licks the apex of my thigh now, and I start to lose control. He takes one of his fingers and circles my opening on the inside edge. I push myself against his finger to induce the orgasm I’m on the verge of. He replaces his finger with his mouth.

“We’ll pick this up right here, Sweet Cheeks. We just need a bed and how about a first date too?” He gives my little man in a boat a few more flicks and sticks a couple of fingers inside, pressing upward.

The pressure hits that delightful spot and my release is explosive, leaving me moaning Cash’s name in a blissful haze.

He picks up my panties and slips them on me.

My entire body is limp.
What the hell?
He seriously can’t be done. “What the hell, Cash? You can’t just stop like that. Let me return the favor.”

He picks up my shirt and pulls it over my head. He hands me my shorts and picks up his shirt, slipping it on.

I look at him completely stunned. He isn’t taking anything for his own gratification? He gave it all to me and didn’t take anything for himself?

He reaches for my face, and kisses me.

Another one of his Earth shattering kisses. He sucks on my tongue and I can taste myself which makes me want him more. I feel sprinkles of rain, but he doesn’t stop. I wrap my legs around his as I try to crawl up his body. I have never wanted another guy like I want him right now. He is just as worked up as I am because his cock is hard and he is breathing a little faster than normal. “Tomorrow, I want to go out tomorrow night for that movie,” I tell him, panting.

He smirks.

He is actually smirking.

“Is that right? Are you telling me when we’ll go out?”

He looks amused. I’m coming unglued, undone and he is teasing me now.

“I’ll pick you up at seven, Sweet Cheeks. Now go inside before you get sick and we have to delay this outing.”

I see he is hard in his tight jeans, and I know under the cool exterior, he desires me too.

“That sounds like fun, Cash, almost as much fun as the cold shower I know you’ll be taking tonight. Come in with me, let me take care of you.” I sound pathetic, but I want to tie him up, and make him beg for more. He has me wanting more. I bet he can coax gushing orgasms out of me.

He gives me one last kiss, “Lock the doors behind yourself, and call me if you get scared.” He leaves.

He fucking leaves me, again. I don’t know what man gives up a free opportunity for sex, but this shit has to stop.

A bitterly cold shower has benefits. Besides strengthening blood circulation, it improves mood and decreases testosterone levels. My testosterone has undergone acceleration at a colossal rate since meeting Bailey. Why am I torturing myself? Hell if I know.

She is a firecracker begging to be set on fire, but I don’t want her as another notch on my bedpost. She is too special for that. What I do know is Bailey is a woman to be cherished, and she needs to know how it feels to be adored. I plan on showing her how she should be respected and then I will validate that kinky side of hers.

For this cold shower to work, though, I have to quit thinking about her body. She is fun sized, I’ve always liked short girls. They seem more feminine to me. I have this urge to pick them up off their feet and hold them. She has the largest breasts, small waist, and the most delectable hips that I keep dreaming about holding on to while I thrust inside of her. I have to quit entertaining what it would be like to explore her kinky side. I’ve determined that the cold shower didn’t work. Masturbation will help, but my appetite won’t be quenched without the real thing.

It took steadfast determination and sheer willpower to not throw Bailey on that rickety lumber and take her up on her proposition. I’m elated that she takes the initiative, but tonight wasn’t the time for her to be in control. Her little dominatrix act was above and beyond arousing. An animalistic thirst came over me that I had trouble tapping down, and I couldn’t let her stay in command. I had to change the ascendancy. Not only has this woman stolen my heart but she has ignited something in me that I didn’t know existed.

I rub one out to release this buildup of carnal lust. I’ve never been able to come so quickly with the mere image of a woman. Not without some fantasy of a sexual act, but with Bailey all I need is the vision of those perfect attributes. My release isn’t nearly satisfactory. Tomorrow night won’t get here soon enough. I need her, all of her. This isn’t about a fucking craving. No, it’s an actual need for survival now.

I need her in the most innocent of ways. I need to be the one protecting her. I need to be the one she holds on to when all hope is lost. I need to be the one who kisses her forehead, and wakes up with her. To tell her she is special, and she’s adored. I need to be her whipping boy because I’m fucking pussy whipped without even meeting her pussy. I feel like everything in my life has led me to her, every heartache, every decision, and every breath I’ve taken. When I finally do fuck her, I can die a happy man because I will have loved her as she should have been loved.

She may not be over that boy she was dating, but sometimes life is about risk. Women need to go through bad relationships to know when they have a good man to take care of them. I’ve never been obsessed with a woman. Dammit, if I don’t get my mind off of her, I’ll stay stiff the rest of the night. I’ve got to watch some NASCAR, baseball or go fishing and let my mind go numb, so maybe my dick will go limp.

Sleep bypasses me. I’ve watched three episodes of Friends, and I still can’t unwind. I switch to infomercials. If those can’t put me to sleep, I don’t think anything can. After another hour, I’ve almost given up on sleep. I turn off the TV and I toss and turn. I look at the clock and it’s 4 am.

I give up on sleep and go into my home office to get some paperwork done. I sit behind the massive desk which belonged to Mom’s grandfather. I’m the fourth generation to use it and I take pride in keeping it clear of clutter. It is solid cherry wood and the heaviest bitch I’ve ever had to move.

I catch up on my paperwork and pay a few bills then I take another shower, and brew some coffee. I will need a few shots of espresso this afternoon to keep going. I end up cooking breakfast. Mom has been cooking most of our meals, but I know how to cook somewhat, and I have good knife skills. I know bacon and eggs anyway. The smell of coffee and bacon wake up mom an hour earlier than normal. I pop some bread in the toaster, and she sits down to eat with me.

“Mornin’, baby boy. Did I hear you leave again last night?” She peeks over her coffee mug at me. She is still half asleep, but I made the coffee strong today, so she’ll be “wide eyed and bushy tailed” soon. Those are her words not mine.

“Yes, ma’am, I went across the street and checked on Bailey and Lizzie.” I keep eating. If I look at her, I’m sure my true intention from last night will be written all over my face.

“That was nice of you, baby. Did something go bump?” she snickers.

I’m glad she thinks this is funny, but I refuse to discuss my sex life with my mother. She’d probably love more details, but she’s out of luck. Although, I should straight up tell her one time and embarrass the hell out of her. I couldn’t ever bring myself to do that because I have more respect for her than that.

As we eat, we talk about what we want to accomplish on the house this week and the normal small talk we do every morning. She doesn’t ask why I’m up early, but she’s pretty sharp. I’ve never been able to get anything past her.

After I finish eating, I put my dishes in the sink then kiss her on the cheek and tell her I will be home early but won’t be eating dinner. She smiles knowingly then sips on her coffee.

“So, you’ll be checking on the girls across the road again tonight?”

“I’ll just be checking on one of them tonight, if that’s alright with you.” I give her a wink. “Bye, mom.” I head out the door.

I ride to work with my windows down. Nothing like the cool breeze to get you going in the morning. I enjoy the drive to and from work. The drive in gives me time to get my plan for the day all set in my head and the drive home helps me unwind.

Once I’m at work, I find nothing alleviates my uncontrollable desire to fuck Bailey. I find myself thinking up new and inventive ways to make her all breathy again. She makes me want to sin hard and fast. But she is more than a sexual temptation. She has a softness and vulnerability I want to explore, too.

A new perspective is in order. I need to think of ways to Bailey’s heart. That will be my direction today. I recline in my chair and put my feet on my desk while I contemplate the best course of action. She adores her grandparents. I pick up the phone and order Mrs. Jackson flowers. I text Bailey. She needs to know she is on my mind.

Cash: Good morning, beautiful.

I’ve got this shit. Romeo hasn’t got crap on me. Casanova was an amateur, and that Darcy fella was a joke. Cash Wilson has made up his mind and he will conquer. I get out a legal pad so I can make a to-do list. Yes, a list always helps get things done. Things get accomplished when you take inventory of what needs to be accomplished.