"You're so pretty like this," he groaned on my mouth, breath warm on my skin. "When I play with your pussy."
"Ohh," I moaned, squeezing my eyes tighter as he added another finger.
"Come for me, my pretty little Kandy." He kissed his way down my throat again, and in my ear he said, "Fuck my fingers, little one. Make them yours."
So I did. I rotated my hips in full, round circles, wanting him deeper, aching for more. For it all.
He added another finger, and I gasped from the sudden pressure, but found myself ratcheting even higher with the added pressure.
I shifted up, and he curled the tips of his fingers just enough for me to feel them. He kissed me over and over again with warm, damp lips. He was so hard. I could feel him, so big and pulsing, ready to burst.
I wanted his cock, but was lost with his fingers inside me. My body was swirling with desire and that splash of liquor. He kept going, in and out, kiss after kiss, until finally, I let go.
My body locked up, paralyzed for a fleeting moment before crying out in ecstasy. I shattered into a million tiny pieces, holding him tight, slowly but surely being pieced back together again somehow. I sucked in a sharp breath, my entire body feeling weaker than before.
Holy shit.
Holy. Shit.
That was…amazing. And to know he did that with only his fingers. I couldn't imagine what he could do with his cock.
When I opened my eyes, his were locked on me. "You happy?" His face was serious, jaw locked. His sudden change of mood confused me. He gripped my face between his fingers, brows stitching. "I was stupid, and I had a weak moment, and I cared enough about you to let that happen, but it can never happen again. Do you understand?"
I swallowed the thick knot that'd formed in my throat. "D-did I do something wrong?"
He released my face and sat up, adjusting himself rapidly. "All of this was fucking wrong." A rough hand ran over his head and then he swiped it across his face. "You—fuck. You're too fucking young, Kandy. And I’m older. I should fucking know better! You're too . . . too small. Too close to me. You're Derek's daughter, for fuck's sake! I fucked up, I know. It’s my fault for giving in. Just know I can never put my hands on you like that again."
I didn't blink as I watched him pick up his shirt and tug it over his head, sliding into it like he was aggravated. I couldn't look away from the thick, large boner in his pants either.
"I wanted it, Cane." My voice was a broken plea.
He looked sideways at me. "I know you did, but you shouldn't want me. I'm the wrong fucking man for you, Kandy. I can't do shit like that with you—doesn't matter if you want it or not." He walked to the dim lamps and shut them off. The hallway light was still on, so I could still make out his silhouette. "Get some rest. I'll call your mother, see what's going on. I'll be around if you need me." I could tell he didn't want to leave me alone right now, but in this moment, I knew he had to. He needed to restrain himself. Cool off.
He didn't meet my eyes anymore. Instead, he walked away, leaving me alone in the dark with only my panties and camisole on. I pulled my pants back on and then rested sideways on the sofa, tears running over the bridge of my nose.
I'd always dreamed of kissing him, making out with him, but never in a million years did I think something like this would actually happen. Maybe not all dreams were meant to come true. That was the ultimate dream, but by the end of it, it felt like a nightmare.
I almost regretted it because I knew it would change everything between us, and I wasn’t prepared for it at all.
11
CANE
I had to get as far away from Kandy as possible. The only place safe and distant enough was my bedroom.
I don't know what came over me.
Kandy was...she was so fucking young. She was Derek's daughter, and he would have murdered my ass if he’d known what I'd just done to his little girl. His life was on the line, for fuck's sake, yet there I was, wondering what it would be like to give that girl what she was really wanting.
I paced my bedroom, my dick hard as hell, jaw flexed as I shoved inked fingers through my hair.
"Fuck," I cursed beneath my breath. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." I couldn't manage to get soft, even when I knew I shouldn't have been hard in the first place. I kept thinking about her. How vulnerable and excited she was. How eager she was, and how she fucked and clenched my fingers like she couldn't survive without them inside her.