I didn’t know where this was coming from, but I refused to stop him. No matter how much the guilt swallowed me up, or how badly I knew we needed to quit this before I ended up hurting my parents or even Kelly, I didn’t stop. He’d gotten me when my walls had crumbled, and he didn’t give a damn about stepping over the bricks in order to catch me.
I sighed and twisted my fingers in his hair, the heel of my sandals digging into his lower back. He groaned, bringing his mouth up to my ear.
“Why the fuck can’t I stay away from you?” he growled. “Why? I don’t fucking get it.”
“I don’t know,” I breathed. I really didn’t know why Cane couldn’t resist me. Kelly was much more mature, and she was very pretty. She was any man’s dream girl. She kept in great shape, ate well, and knew how to cook, too…but he seemed to want me more.
Was it because he knew he couldn’t have me? Did the forbidden thrill him just as much as it thrilled me? Or did he just like that I was untouched and uneducated about sex, and wanted to teach me all the dirty things?
“All I want to do is touch you. Taste you. I’ve never been this fucking weak for a girl in all my life.” He sucked on the lobe of my ear and I shivered. He took a step back, placing me on my feet. “Get on your knees,” he ordered, breathing quickly.
I frowned a little. “W-what?”
“Get on your knees, Kandy.”
My brows stitched but I didn’t hesitate. It was a dream of mine to please him—to give him whatever he wanted, no matter how bad he was for me.
I lowered to my knees, and on the way down I noticed how hard he was. His cock was pushing on the fabric, trying to break through the jeans.
“Unzip my pants.”
I unzipped them, and he pushed them down just enough to reveal his hard, angry, beautiful cock. Veins ran along the length of him, straight down to the round, thick tip that was glistening with pre-cum. Kelly hadn’t pleased him since we arrived in Destin. I could tell. He was way too hard, like he hadn’t fucked in weeks.
I would never forget how big he was. So big that it frightened and thrilled me all the same. He didn’t have the size or girth of a beginner. He was fully developed and intimidating as hell. I was sure I would cry tears of joy when he entered me for the first time, and then cry out in pure bliss when I adjusted around his size and came all over him.
“What now?” I whispered, looking up.
“I’m sure you know what to do.”
My tongue ran over my lips, and I leaned forward, kissing the tip of his cock. He shuddered and groaned, closing his eyes like he couldn’t handle my teasing—like he would explode if I didn’t hurry up.
I started to lift a hand to hold his waist, but he shook his head, lightly pushing my hand away. “No hands. I only want your mouth.”
I focused on him, enjoying the instruction. I spread my lips apart and wrapped them around his tip. He let out a hard, heavy sigh, glaring down at me.
“Suck,” he rasped. “But be quick. They’ll be looking for us soon.”
I nodded and brought him deeper into my mouth, making his cock slick. I leaned back and then mounted forward again, hungry for another taste. He tasted clean and fresh, like he’d showered not too long ago, and his flesh ran smoothly through my lips.
He sighed heavily, over and over again, his breaths becoming more and more shallow with every mouthful. I lowered myself to suck his balls too and he hissed through clamped teeth.
“Shit, Kandy,” he groaned. “Do that again.”
I did it again, and he groaned even louder, his body tensing up.
It was hard not being able to use my hands, but I did it, and I felt like a professional. Like I was a master at giving blowjobs. I felt confident, eager, and ready for my grand prize. The prize was to have every illicit drop of his cum.
With that in mind, I didn’t stop. It only fueled me.
So I sucked faster. Head bobbing, throat constricting as I gagged. He loved when I gagged. Every time I did, he’d thrust forward, trying to see how long I could last without breathing.
I don’t know how I ended up with my back against the wall, or how Cane ended up with his palm pressed to it. He had his other hand on top of my head and was thrusting forward and backward into my mouth now.
“Oh yeah, baby. Stay just like that. Let me fuck this gorgeous face.”
I stayed still, mouth wide open for him. Faint tears crept to the corners of my eyes, but this wasn’t torture to me at all. No, this was the satisfaction of submission. This was exactly what he wanted—what I wanted. I knew it. He knew it. All I wanted to do was give myself to him. Please him. Do everything to, for, and with him.