Pleasing Cane was all I wanted to do. Tasting his cum was my mission in that moment, so I slid a hand up to caress his toned chest.
My eyes shifted up to his face. He was already looking at me, nostrils flared.
“Keep going,” he murmured, his voice coarse. “Keep sucking my cock like that. I’m close.” He groaned harder. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”
I palmed his cock, ready to finish him off. My hand wrapped around him, and I pumped up and down, then twisted my wrist, wringing his thickness.
“So good.” He shut his eyes, his head falling backward. One of his hands landed on top of my head, and he clutched a handful of my hair, his body stiffening seconds later. Slamming his hips upward, he thrust hard into my mouth one last time.
“Ohh shit,” he groaned, and I whimpered around his thickness, not out of pain, but sheer satisfaction. “Oh, Kandy. Fuck, baby.” He held my hair tighter, and before I knew it, he was coming down my throat, hard and quick.
I drank him all in, like he was the sweetest juice on earth, and then pulled back up, wrapping my tongue around the head of his cock to lap up every single salty, tangy drop. He shuddered and groaned weakly.
He slouched back when he was sated, his eyes still shut. Looking up at him, I was still kneeling between his legs, giving a faint smile as I watched his chest sink and rise, his body working hard to catch breath.
He finally opened his eyes again to look at me. “How are you so good at that?” he asked, voice deeper, and I saw the dip between his eyebrows form, as if he were truly curious.
“You’re not the first person I’ve done this with,” I admitted.
“That guy your mother was telling me about…” He swallowed hard, one of his hands balling into a fist. “Him?”
I nodded. I didn’t want to answer with words. I blushed just thinking about it—really about Cane thinking about it.
“When?” he asked, voice dry. He seemed agitated now.
“We used to do it after school sometimes.”
Cane’s frown deepened and then he leaned forward, coming nose-to-nose with me. He gripped my face between his fingers again, and his eyes fell to my mouth. “From now on, those lips will only go around my cock. Do you understand?”
I blinked rapidly, my breaths becoming shallow. Only for him? So that meant that he would want it again? My heart was dancing in my chest, but I pretended that his words didn’t excite me.
“You can’t tell me what to do, Cane,” I muttered.
“I just did.” He straightened in the seat. “You want to keep playing dirty, keep trying to get me to unfold for you? Fine. But that’s all I will let you do. I’ll let you suck my cock as much as you want to suck it. But only on my terms.”
“Your terms?”
“Only when I say so. No more surprises like what you just did.” He swallowed hard then, his throat bobbing. “I know whatever this is you feel for me won’t last long, so I’ll give you want you want as long as you keep quiet about it and save those lips for me.”
He was jealous. That much was clear. Maybe my little backstabbing trick did work.
“Understand?” he whispered on my lips.
I nodded. “I understand.”
“Good girl.” He stood up, and I slid back, pushing into a stand myself. He adjusted his briefs and then his pants. The whole time he fixed himself up, he was staring me in the face. “When we go to the beach, you won’t be able to try what you just did. Your parents will always be around. They might notice, so do me a favor and don’t try anything when we’re there, okay?”
“Sure,” I murmured. And just as I’d said that, I heard the garage door open. Mom and Dad were here. Luckily, Cane was all fixed up. He sat back down on the couch, and I followed his lead, focusing on the TV and pretending nothing had ever happened.
Before my parents walked in, though, Cane said something that I truly wasn’t expecting.
“If you’re still talking and hanging out with that boy, break it off with him.” It was a demand, not a request. His face and tone was serious. I didn’t say anything, just looked at him.
For one, it was too late to respond because the door was opening, and Mom was singing her “I’m home” song.
And two, because I knew that if I told him no, he wouldn’t give me what I wanted, and all I really wanted was Cane, no matter how bad he was for me.
So I smiled and accepted it instead.
17
CANE
The beach trip to Destin was happening in two days, and I was mentally prepared. Physically? Not so much. I’d tried thinking about other things, but it was impossible, and all because I wasn’t sure how my body would react with Kandy being around.