Wanting Mr. Cane (Cane 1)

I guess I couldn’t blame him, but when I said I wanted to make him sin again, I meant it.

I was bad—so damn bad—and blinded by so much lust.

I swallowed hard, placing my phone beside me and standing up. Cane watched me rise, his eyes narrowing.

I knew what I was about to do was going to piss him off. I knew it was going to make him frustrated and annoyed, but what I also knew was that he was going to react to it.

My actions would turn him on.

He would most likely tell me to stop, but his body would be screaming for me to keep going.

I don’t know what made me feel so bold and confident around Cane, yet still so small and meaningless. I always felt like I had to prove something to him.

The opportunity to be alone with him didn’t come often, and something in the back of my head was telling me to take advantage of it that day…

So I did.

16

KANDY

I wasn’t usually this forward with guys. With the boys at school, I let them come to me, but with Cane, I had to be the one to make the move.

He was older. Mature. He had more self-control than they did. He had boundaries, but I needed him to know that I liked feeling this way.

I walked to him and sat on his lap. He tensed up, his arms on top of the arms of the recliner, as mine went around the back of his neck. Our faces were close, our mouths less than an inch apart.

“Goddamn it, Kandy. Don’t start this shit,” he rasped. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I want you to stop treating me like a kid.”

“But you are a kid,” he mumbled, and he lifted a hand to grip my face between his fingers. “You’re a fucking kid, and not just any kid, you’re Derek’s kid, so get the hell off my lap.”

“No,” I snapped, staring him in the eyes. “I know that’s not what you want.”

“Kandy, your parents will be here any minute.”

“Well, I guess I should make it quick then.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Make what qui—”

Before he could finish speaking, my lips were on his. I kissed him hard and his hand fell. At first he didn’t touch me. He held his hands up, frozen for a moment. I could tell he wanted to push me away—probably shove me onto the floor like I had some kind of disease—but he didn’t.

Instead, his hand slid up my spine, and his fingers caressed the back of my neck. They traveled up until they were tangled in the hair at the nape of my neck, and then he clutched a handful of it in his hand, tugging on it and breaking the kiss.

He looked up at me with damp lips, his eyes on fire now, both of us breathing raggedly. He studied my face, my eyes, probably realizing just how desperate I really was for him.

I didn’t let him say anything else. I knew he would stop this if I didn’t keep going in the heat of the moment, so I pulled his hand away and slid off of his lap, getting down on my knees on the floor and in between his legs.

I couldn’t believe I was doing this—right in my parents’ living room—but I was drunk on lust. What was it about this man? What made me so crazy and hungry for him? Was it because I wasn’t supposed to want him? Was it because he was older? Was it because I knew Kelly was still around, and I was secretly trying to prove that I was better than her? How was that even possible if she was never going to find out about us?

“Kandy,” Cane sighed, voice tight. “Please. Not here. Not now.”

“Why not?” I asked, unbuckling his belt and then unbuttoning his pants. I tugged on them, but he didn’t lift his hips to make it easier for me, which only made me more determined. I tugged harder until I saw his briefs, then I peeled those down just enough to reveal his cock.

He sprung out, hard, long, and dark, with veins running up from his shaft. His tip was round like a bulb, and thick, too. He was so big, and staring at it left me both speechless and curious. How was I going to fit him in my mouth—let alone anywhere else?

“Kandy,” Cane warned, tensing up.

“They’re not going to be here for another twenty minutes or so, Cane.”

“I don’t care. Seriously. We have to stop doing this.” He sat up to grip my shoulders. I pressed in more, my tongue sliding over the tip of his cock to lick the pre-cum away. I could have sworn I felt his whole body shudder. “Fuck,” he groaned. “Fuck, Kandy. Back off before I hurt your feelings.”