Page 13 of Solitary Man

“Yes, Cash, so good,” I said against his lips. “Do you like it?”

He made an urgent sound that I took as a yes, as he gripped my butt tighter and ground his massive erection against my belly.

“Riley,” he said desperately.

“It’s okay,” I whispered. “Do you want me to…to touch you?”

“Yes…no.” He hissed. “I want to make you feel good. I want to make you come. Help me.”

Oh God.

Oh. God.

I wanted that too. So much.

Taking his hand in mine, I pressed it low on my belly. “Put your hand down the front of my shorts, under my panties.”

He shuddered, and I squirmed as the rough skin of his fingers grazed my belly as he hooked the elastic of my pj shorts, then my panties, and slid inside.

“Riley, Christ, so hot and slick and…” His hips jerked.

I covered his hand with mine, pushing it deeper in my panties as I lifted my knee, resting it on his hip to hold me wide. Then I took hold of his massive index finger and moved it where I wanted it. “If you rub my clit just right, you’ll make me come.” I dragged his finger through my juices, and the wide tip nudged against my opening.

His hips jerked again, and his big body trembled. “Oh God, Riley, you’re…you’re so small there…oh fuck.”

“Are you worried you won’t fit?” I whispered.

He moaned, seemingly incapable of words.

“You’re big, I can feel you against my belly. But we’ll fit together just fine when we decide to take it there, I promise.”

He shook harder.

I couldn’t take another minute, I needed to come. I moved his finger up so it was at my clit. “You feel that? That little nub?”

He growled.

“Circle it for me, nice and slow, and I’m going to touch you at the same time, okay?”

“Yes. Please, touch me.”

I shoved my hand down the front of his pajama bottoms. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and my hand met hot, hard flesh. He was as big as I thought. Bigger. I wrapped my fingers around his length, smooth and silky over molten hot steel.

“Oh God. Oh God, Riley.”

He thrust into my hand, even as his finger continued working my clit. I was so wet, so desperate to come, all I could do was whimper as I stroked him faster.

“Tell me what to do,” he choked out.

“Rub across it now. Yes…yes, like that.” I was close, and I wanted him to come with me. “Am I…is this how you like it?” I asked him, wanting him to feel as good as me.

He thrust into my hand faster. “Do anything. You can do anything to me.”

He rubbed me more firmly, picking up the pace, and I gasped for breath as pleasure built higher inside me, until I couldn’t take it another moment. I threw my head back and cried out, coming against his fingers.

Cash stiffened, then jerked in my hand, groaning deep.

His face contorted with pleasure, with awe, as he came for me. His wide chest heaved, and he yanked me forward, plastering me against his chest, holding me so tight I could barely breathe, but I didn’t care. What we’d just done was incredible.