Chapter 8

ARIA

 

 

I wake up to the feeling of big, warm hands insistently kneading my breasts and a hot breath on the side of my neck.

At first, I’m disoriented as I blink away the last remnant of sleep from my eyes, but then I become aware of Cash’s hips forcefully driving against my ass, his cock hard and scorching against my skin and I suddenly remember exactly where I am and what’s going on.

I’m in bed with a man, my future husband and he is apparently getting off by rubbing himself against me and judging by the grunts and heavy breathing I’m hearing, he is quite enjoying himself.

I whimper involuntarily and I feel his grip on my chest tighten.

“Cash,” I murmur, feeling an unmistakable pulse start to thud between my legs.

“Morning, baby,” he groans against my skin when I twist to look at him and he realizes I’m actually awake.

He gives me a small smile and stops thrusting behind me and starts to turn me toward him, immediately capturing my mouth in a deep, passionate kiss.

I moan into it, my hands grasping his broad, muscular chest; fingers digging in his skin as I feel one of his hands sneak between us and down toward my aching pussy.

He doesn’t say anything at all and starts to stroke my clit with little maddening circles of his thumb, his index sliding even lower and past my entrance, making me jump off the mattress.

Hot wet pleasure courses through me, making me long for things I don’t yet understand, for a closeness I’ve never imagined and that I’m starting to crave with this man I barely know.

“God, you’re so wet and tight, baby. If you feel this amazing on my fingers, I can only imagine what you’ll be like around my cock. Just the thought makes me want to cum so hard.”

He thrusts over me, his large erection, trapped between our bodies, poking my belly.

The incessant motion of his fingers in and on my pussy and the feel of his hardness against me are enough to drive me over the edge and I feel my walls clench on his index, my legs clamping together as a cry rips from my throat.

Cash kisses my temple and stops stroking inside of me, leaving his thick digit in my pussy.

“Damn, baby, you came so prettily just now. I love to see how you blush and to hear all the little sexy noises you make, but you let go too fast this time. There’s only one thing I can do at this point,” he says, rolling us until I’m on my back and he is hovering on top of me.

I gulp down air. “What?” I ask, smiling.

This man has a way of touching me that it’s almost magical. I’m not sure how many times he has made me come with his mouth and fingers since we got in this bed last night, but I’m definitely not about to complain, nor will I object to whatever he wants to do next.

He kisses me deeply, his lips and tongue trailing between my breasts and then lower and lower still until he reaches my mound.

“Well, it is pretty simple: I will just have to make you come again to make up for it,” he breathes against my clit, his tongue immediately starting to circle and peck it.

I clutch his head to me with both hands, a moan leaving my lips. “Oh, God, Cash… please!”

He gives me a long, slow lick with an expression of pure delight in his bright blue eyes that make me think I’m the most delicious thing he has ever tasted; the dark, bristly stubble on his jaw tickling the inside of my thigh.

“Please, what, baby?” he asks, keeping up his lazy rhythm of gentle licks and tiny sucks, driving me completely crazy.

I press him further down my body. “Please don’t tease me.”

I feel him smile against my pussy. “I won’t sweetheart, I’ll make you come hard and fast, just as you like.”

I close my eyes, whimpering at his words, a promise and a threat at the same time.

I try to think of an impertinent retort, but whatever jab my mind was chasing fizzles in the background, when I feel Cash’s fleshy tongue penetrating me in one thrust and immediately starting to fuck in and out of me fast.

I hear my own moans echo around the room and Cash’s horny grunts only make me wetter, I look down at him when I feel the bed bounce under me to see what’s going on and I see him intent on thrusting his tongue in my pussy and his cock against the mattress.

He presses his thumb decidedly against my nub, until my back arches and my body comes off the bed again, a hot wave of pleasure traversing it, but even when I come Cash doesn’t relent and as I again become conscious of what he is doing to me, I feel he has switched and now two of his fingers are fucking into me, barely grazing my barrier, while his talented tongue his giving my clit side-to-side licks.

Before I know what’s happening, my body is cresting on a third orgasm and Cash is moving up my body, cock in hand, his fingers vigorously stroking the impressive length.

He kneels at my side and looks down at me with fire in his eyes.

“Do you want to touch it, baby?” he asks.

I look at the large bobbing erection, my yes barely managing to focus on the rapid tempo of his stroking hand up and down the hard shaft and I lick my lips.

“Yes…” I murmur and it’s absolutely true.

I sit up a little and turn toward him, smiling at him.

I really want to touch his cock and so much more and not because —or at least not only— because I want to make him happy, I really long to feel this very manly part of him in my hands, I want to make him come undone in them as he has done many many times to me since last night in his.

“What do I have to do?” I ask, tentatively tracing a finger around the bulbous large head, dripping wet with pre-cum and currently almost purple with restrained lust.

Cash caresses my face and lets go of his cock, his eyes alight with need.

“Anything you do will feel good, baby.”

I trail a finger down the hard hot stalk, surprised at the feel of his skin here.

I don’t know what I had imagined it would be like, but I didn’t think it would be like this.

It feels velvety soft and yet hard and unyielding, like hot sleek silk spread over throbbing steel and it jumps a little every time I reach for it.

I’m not doing much, but just like he said, Cash seems to be enjoying it, he is biting his lip, eyes focused on me a combination of passion and rage darkening his gaze.

I touch the veiny, pulsing underside of the head and feel the entire length give a powerful jerk, more pre-cum sliding from the little slit at the top.

I wonder what it tastes like, but I don’t think I have the courage to try to put my mouth on him yet.

Unless he asks me to, I’ve realized since yesterday I really like to do the things he asks me too, any fear and apprehension flying out the proverbial window when confronted with his overwhelming desire for me.

“Put your hand around me, Aria and squeeze.”

I do as he says and he grunts in pleasure, his eyes closing for a moment.

“Harder baby. You can’t hurt me like this.”

I look up at him, unsure of how to please him, but when I meet his stern eyes I do as he says and apply more pressure, but it’s not enough for him, because his own much larger hand comes down around mine to guide me into grasping the root of his cock harder than I thought he could withstand.

“That’s it, Aria. Now stroke up and down my cock,” he orders and I do as he says, even though my fingers can only cover half of his girth.

Cash groans again, his hips starting to move in my thrusts, I keep my eyes on his handsome face contorted in ecstasy and on the tip of his cock more and more wet, a tinge of white discernible now.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum, sweetheart. Don’t stop!”

I keep on stroking and reach down with my other hand to touch his heavily hanging balls, thinking he might like the added caress.

His huge, bulky body immediately freezes and his eyes fly open as a strangled moan leaves his chest and hot jets of creamy white seed land on my breasts, glazing my hard nipples; my pussy clenching on emptiness at the feel and sight of his orgasm.

Before I can think to say anything, Cash is picking me up until I’m also kneeling in front of him on the bed and crushing me to his chest in a sticky sweaty embrace and his lips are colliding with mine, his tongue seeking an entrance I’m only to eager to grant.

We remain like that for several minutes, kissing and caressing, until Cash pulls away and leaves the bed, disappearing without a word in the huge en-suite.

I drop down on the bed again, sleepy and sated, a smile on my lips and absolute confusion in my brain.

I’ve heard like everybody else that life can change from one day to the next, but this has been a bit too much for me.

Cash comes out of the bathroom, fresh from his shower, wearing only a white towel, hanging low around his sculpted hips, his muscular body still damp and glistening in the morning light.

I take a full minute to just look at him as he wanders around the room, picking up clothes and things, unable to tear my eyes away from his gorgeous form, but then I mentally shake myself when I realize two things.

One, he is clearly going somewhere, even though he told me we will be staying together and two he hasn’t said a single word to me since I jerked him off.

I frown, sitting up again, the sheets wrapped around my body. “Cash, where are you going?” I ask.

He puts on his jacket and turns to look at me as if only becoming aware of my presence right that second.

“Sorry, baby… I was mentally going over a list of things. I have a meeting I must attend.”

I bite my lip, unsure if I should say something or not, but then my stubborn nature wins.

“But you said we were going to stay together and that you had cleared your schedule,” I grumble.

Cash gives me a little smile, nodding his head as he fixes a dark gray cravat around his neck.

“I know what I said, sweetheart and I meant it. I did clear my schedule of pretty much everything that could be postponed, which was a lot considering that I’m the big boss, but this one meeting I couldn’t really move. It will only take me a couple of hours,” he says coming to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Okay,” I say, without looking at him. I don’t know why this is bothering me so much, but it is.

I feel his hand wind in my hair and start to play with my curls.

“I suggest you catch on some sleep while you can, Aria. It’s very likely I’ll be keeping you awake tonight as much as I did the last.”

I only shrug, looking down.

Cash gathers me to him.

“I really must go now, but I was thinking I would really wish to introduce you to Carson McKade today. How about we have lunch together?”

I look at him. “Who is this guy?”

Cash looks taken aback for a second and studies me as if to try and catch something in my eyes.

“You really don’t know?” he inquires.

I shrug my shoulders. “I have no idea.”

He smiles, but it doesn’t seem sincere.

“So should I believe you have not Googled me?”

I frown at him. “Why would I Google you, can’t you tell me yourself stuff about your life?”

Cash considers what I say with a strange expression on his face that I can’t quite place, it almost seems like he doesn’t believe me.

He opens his mouth as if to say something, but then he shuts it again. I see his Adam’s apple working a couple of times and then when he does speak his face is devoid of any emotion.

“He was my guardian when I was a child and now besides having a key role in the management of SCI he is a very dear friend.”

I nod, trying to catch his eye again, but he is not really looking at me. “So he is someone important for you, you’re fond of him.”

He stands up and picks up his cell from the nightstand.

“Paul, my driver, will be available to take you to SCI and wherever else you need to go into two hours. Just press three on the intercom and ask the doorman to alert him. Alright?”

I gather my knees against my chest and nod, still puzzled by his hot and cold demeanor.

Cash kisses the top of my head and straightens up again.

“There is my Amex on the breakfast bar along with any details on its usage. You would have to utilize this until I can have some cards ready in your name.”

“I don’t think it will be necessary to—”

Cash interrupts me, his tone distant and short. All tenderness gone from his manners.

“Of course it will. Now, go out and buy everything you need, everything you please. You can go wherever in the city, but mind the security detail always, okay?”

I frown at him. “Security detail? Why would I need a security detail?” I ask.

He comes close to me again and hugs me to his chest, kissing my forehead and my lips softly, again confusing me with his ways.

“Because, sweetheart, I want you to always be safe, even when I’m not around. You are about to marry a very wealthy man and that requires certain precautions.”

I kiss him again. “I understand.”

“Good girl. So as I was saying: do whatever you please until lunch time, but then don’t make me wait.”

I smile at him. “I won’t.”

Cash kisses me again, quite thoroughly and until I can’t breathe and then murmuring an ‘I’ll see you later’ leaves the room.

I sigh, sliding down the bed until I’m lying on my back, my mind lost in an explosion of feelings and ideas I can’t quite put in order.

Everything boils down to the way I think I feel and the way I think I should feel.

I should feel outraged by Cash’s wish to take my body, to buy me, but instead, despite feeling dubious about many things and confused by his attitude —one minute passionate and the next distant— and yet at the same time, I feel safe and even more than a little happy to be his.

Yet, I don’t know if I should be wary and on my guard or if I should let myself hope that something good could really come from this, considering how he makes me feel.

Ultimately, that is what I want after so many years of pain and despair: I want to be hopeful, I want to be happy and I want to be his, but the fact that he made his entire proposal sound like nothing more than a business transaction, a way to sate his considerable appetites and to get an heir, in light of the wonderful night we have shared is suddenly much more painful to swallow this morning than it was yesterday evening when I agreed to it.