I sighed when his tongue traced the line between my lips, demanding that I give him access. I parted them, and his tongue slid through, dancing and playing with mine.
I could taste the scotch on his breath, and a trace of the cigarette he'd probably smoked before picking me up. His breathing was heavier, more ragged, like he couldn't control himself. Like he wanted to stop, but wasn't strong enough to pull away.
I tore at his belt buckle then, unzipping his pants blindly. I wasn't an amateur at this. I'd made out with a lot of boys at parties I wasn't supposed to attend. I'd lie to my parents and say I was just having a sleepover at Frankie’s place, when really I was planning on going to a party with her and then crashing at her place afterwards.
It was in that moment, when his jeans were unzipped and my moan filled him up, that Cane took full control. He gripped my shoulders and forced my back down on the couch. I shoved his jeans down with my hands and feet, and then pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his upper body.
His body was just as I'd imagined. Strong. Broad. Solid. Tan, smooth, and toned in all the beautiful places. He had even more tattoos, so many different and creative works of art on his body. He was a work of art himself.
He lowered his body, thrusting his groin between my thighs, and kissing my neck as my fingers ran over the dips in his muscular back.
His lips trailed downward until he reached my collarbone. I could feel him grinding between my legs. He was so hard.
"Goddamn it. What the hell is wrong with me?" he rasped, coming back up and sucking on my bottom lip, still grinding between my legs. He sat up a bit, pulling my sweatpants down in a flash and revealing yellow panties. I was glad I had my good panties on, the lace ones I bought at Victoria's Secret with Mom during one of our rare shopping dates. His eyes blazed with hunger and lust, like he loved what he was seeing.
"Look at you," he groaned, his eyes glittering as they scanned my frame. ”Fucking look at you."
Gripping my hips and hauling me closer, he pressed the hard ridge of his cock on my lace-clad pussy, grinding up and down, making me clench, ache, and sigh.
"Fuck,” he cursed, squeezing his eyes shut. “I can't do this with you, Kandy." He groaned when I tried to kiss the hollow of his throat.
"I want it," I said on his chin. "I want you, Cane. Please, don't stop."
He cupped the back of my head, tangling rough fingers in my hair. He tugged on it, just enough to crane my neck and expose it.
"I know you want me," he growled. His tongue swirled on the bend of my neck, and then he sucked, thrusting his cock between my thighs again, the thick weight of it still on my pussy. "You feel how hard I am for you?" he panted. "You make me so fucking hard, and I hate myself for it."
One of his hands slid down, and he shifted his hips sideways to push my panties aside. Oh, God. It was happening. It was really happening.
The tip of his finger dipped inside the slit of my pussy and then glided up to my clit. I gasped and vibrated with pleasure when he slid his finger back down and slowly plunged into me.
"So tight and wet." His voice was heavy with desire. He thrust his finger in and out while his thumb gently rested on my clit.
"Oh, God," I whimpered as he swirled his thumb on the aching bundle of nerves. I had no idea how he was playing with both areas, and I didn't care to question it. He had obviously done this many, many times before, and it felt amazing.
My back arched, and I heard him breathing faster. I could still feel his cock on my thigh, heavy and long in his boxers, straining and dying to be set free.
This was so wrong—doing this with him. My father was in the hospital. He could have been dying for all we knew, yet here we were, being careless fools, doing things we shouldn't have been doing. Doing things that my father would have killed him for.
I felt awful, but I couldn’t stop. I really wanted to, but his touch was my escape from reality. I didn’t want to think or remember or hurt. I just wanted the thrill. The getaway.
For all I knew, this could have been another dream. Well, if so, I needed to relish in it before I was shoved back to reality again.
Cane hovered above me, still making magic happen with his finger. His mouth landed on mine again, and he sucked hard on my bottom lip.