“Then hurt them,” I mumbled. “It’s not like you aren’t hurting them every time you come around and act like I hardly exist.”
“You made it that way, by doing shit like this.”
I pressed a hand on his chest to force him back in the chair. “I want to,” I insisted, and then I dropped my head, taking half his cock into my mouth.
“Fuuuccck,” he groaned, and the tension only built up within him. His hands turned into fists on the arms of the chair. His head fell backward, face pointed to the ceiling as I took him deeper in my mouth.
I wasn’t a pro at this—not by a long shot—but I wasn’t a newbie either. I had performed oral before with Carl, though he was very hesitant about it at first.
When we were in his truck after school and even after graduation, I’d attempted it. I would get so angry with Cane for avoiding me that I thought doing something with Carl would be sweet revenge, but it was stupid because Cane didn’t even know about it. Carl would drive somewhere private, one thing would lead to another, and…it just happened.
Turns out, I actually enjoyed giving blowjobs.
I enjoyed seeing the guy letting his guard down to the point that the pleasure would consume him. It was empowering for me, watching him become vulnerable.
In this very moment, Cane was very vulnerable for me. He’d let his guard down for now, and I sucked his cock faster, wrapping a hand around the base and pumping it lightly. My tongue swirled around his tip again, and I licked the saltiness away, which caused a deep rumble in his chest.
“Fuck, Kandy,” he gritted through his teeth. I looked up, and his head dropped. His eyes were fierce when they latched with mine. He was about to tell me to stop again, but when our eyes found each other’s, I was certain his mind had changed.
He watched my head bob, watched as I made his cock wetter with my tongue. He watched me stroke him with one hand, my lips sealed around his thick, beautiful tip.
His teeth caught his bottom lip, and one of his hands came down to the back of my head. He pushed down on it, making me take him deeper. I gagged as he pushed further in, but I didn’t stop looking at him.
He liked it—liked the noises I made with him in my throat. My eyes became watery, and I pulled my hand away, letting him take the lead. He could do whatever he wanted to do to me, as long as he didn’t stop me. Placing both hands on either side of my head, he tilted his hips up and lightly fucked my mouth.
His cock hit the back of my throat each time, and with each gradually deeper thrust, I choked, but he would ease up, letting me catch my breath before going right back at it.
“You want it? Fine. Keep looking at me,” he mumbled. “Keep looking at me while I fuck this pretty little mouth of yours.”
His voice made my pussy clench. I kept looking at him, feeling his thighs spread apart to position himself better. He was so hard and big. I almost couldn’t breathe, but I knew he was close and I couldn’t let up.
Cane wasn’t like Carl. Carl just sat there and let me do the work. He would tell me what to do sometimes, but it wasn’t much. But Cane? He was different. So different. It seemed Cane was testing my limits, seeing just how much of him I could handle. His eyes were on fire—almost taunting. I’d never seen him like this, so vicious and still so wickedly handsome. I loved everything about it.
The way I felt as he stared at me.
How smooth and warm his flesh was in my mouth.
How my pussy throbbed and ached, dying for him to touch me there again.
He released his grip from my head, but continued pumping his hips. I bobbed my head up and down again, creating a mix of shallow and deep swallows.
“Yeah, just like that,” Cane groaned, and he gripped the arms of the couch, his nails sinking into the leather. “Shit, Kandy. How the fuck are you so good at this?”
I wanted to smile. His words were like treats to me, and I was the puppy. He was rewarding me with them and didn’t even realize it. How was I good? Frankie. She watched porn and surfed Tumblr a lot, often shoving the screen of her phone in my face to show me something she wanted to try. Because of her, I’d made an account and surfed Tumblr too, only to be turned on and helpless. I’d learned a trick or two, though.
Cane was about to erupt. His entire body had become tense, his cock so hard I was sure it could break something. I couldn’t believe I was about to do this—make him come under my parents’ roof. They could have walked in at any given moment, and that frightening thought still wasn’t enough to stop me, but only because I knew they would take a while. The hospital Dad went to was over thirty minutes away.