“Don’t close your eyes,” he said when I was about to shut them. “Look at me while I feed you my cum.” His voice was a near growl, raspy and thick. It was foreign to me. I’d never heard him this way, so feral. A true savage.
His nostrils flared, and the hand he had on my head was bringing it forward until my lips were pressed to his pelvis and his cock was touching the back of my throat. I heaved hard.
Heaved again.
I was about to lift my hands and plead for a little breath, but he said, “I’m close, Kandy. Don’t. Fucking. Move.” By his tense tone, I could hear how close he was—could feel it by how hard and thick he’d become in my mouth. I toughed it out.
He jerked back, giving me a few seconds to reclaim oxygen, and then he thrust himself back into my mouth again. “Breathe through your nose,” he ordered, voice tight. And I did. It helped. I could breathe. Could focus. “Fuck, your throat feels so good,” he groaned.
I could feel his eruption starting, moving from the base, and building up, pulsing between my lips. He came in a matter of seconds. It was an intense orgasm, so intense that he was cursing repeatedly beneath his breath and had even squeezed his eyes shut.
“Fuck,” he cursed one more time. A taste of him landed on my tongue when he jerked back a bit. I swallowed as quickly as I could, moaning while remembering to breathe through my nose.
Finally releasing his grip on my head, he groaned, pressing his forehead to the wall. I pulled back just a little, sucking him clean, making his entire body shiver with satisfaction.
“You’re too good,” he said through a low chuckle, revealing two straight rows of white teeth. “Too fucking good, Bits.”
I stared at him. He was so beautiful from this angle. The chiseled jaw, slight stubble, and pink lips. “You have a nice smile,” I told him. “Maybe you should show it more often.”
He pushed off the wall and grabbed my hand, helping me stand. “Not a chance.” He stared at me as he fixed his jeans. I tried to fix my hair, my jumpsuit—anything that would help me avoid the awkwardness of the aftermath.
“What are we doing?” I finally asked, taking a step back.
He blinked and dropped his head, looking toward the popcorn stand. “I have no fucking clue, Kandy Cane.”
I smiled. I couldn’t help myself. I loved that name so much. “I’ll be in college soon, you know.”
“Yeah, I know. Indiana is far as hell from here.”
“Yeah. This will probably end by then…whatever this is.”
He sighed and shrugged. “Maybe it will be for the best. Maybe you’ll meet some college guy who will distract you enough to make you forget about me.”
I thought on that for a moment, and found myself shaking my head. “I doubt it. I’ve tried getting over you before. It didn’t work. We’re always led here, doing things like what we just did and…I like it, Cane. I like when you teach me and tell me what to do. I don’t think some college boy is going to do it for me.”
His glassy eyes turned a shade darker, his lips pinching together like my words had taken him to a darker place.
“But it’s complicated,” I continued. “You were right. We can’t keep doing this while my parents are around. It’s too risky.”
“Yeah, it is,” he agreed. He studied me briefly before taking a step back. He swept his eyes over me, fixing his shirt. “You’d let me teach you? Dominate you?” he asked.
“Dominate me? Like BDSM stuff?”
He narrowed his eyes, smirking. “What do you know about BDSM?”
“I read. I know there are, like, whips and chains and gags and stuff…” I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I fought a smile. “I don’t think I’d be able to go that far…”
He stepped forward, holding my waist. “You wouldn’t have to, because BDSM isn’t my thing.”
“Well, what is your thing?”
“I like to be in control of situations. I like giving orders. Pushing and testing limits. I love the mixture of pain and pleasure, and because I do, some women think I’m cruel. You wouldn’t be able to handle what I really put out, Kandy.”
I put a hand on my hip. “What makes you think so?”
“Because you’re still a fucking virgin,” he rasped on my lips, and chills ran down my spine, trickling down like tiny flakes of snow. “I’d have to break you in several times before we even reached that point.”
“The dominance?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he mumbled.
“I want it,” I challenged. “So break me in. I want you to.”
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can. It’s what I want. Take my virginity.”
“I can’t. You may know what you want now, but you’re so young, Kandy. You have time ahead of you. Trust me, I’d love to give you what you want, but it would be hard for me to go through with.”