KANDY

Without giving it much thought, I pressed my lips on his, and climbed on top of his lap to deepen the kiss. His lips were soft and smooth, just like I imagined they would be. He tensed up again, and a deep groan filled the back of this throat. He was straining in his jeans now, rock solid.

He broke the kiss, pressing a hand against my shoulder to lightly push me back. He frowned at me, his eyes hard and intense as he tore himself away. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he snapped through a raspy voice.

"Nothing is wrong with me.” I smashed my lips together, focused on his mouth, wanting another illicit taste.

"Fuck," he cursed. He watched me longer. "Why are you doing this to me, Kandy?"

"What am I doing?" I asked with a gentle moan.

"You're making me want you."

"You want me?"

"Yes, I fucking want you and I hate that I'm even admitting it."

My heart caught speed and I climbed off his lap to sit beside him again, but fisted his shirt in my hands. "Cane, please. Don’t treat me like a kid tonight, okay?"

His head shook, his self-control slowly but surely slipping away. I slid closer to him, running my hand over the hard rock in his pants like I did before. His eyes fell down and locked on my mouth. I kept rubbing him, feeling his cock twitch beneath my palm. Our lips were closer. My breasts were pressed on his chest. I wanted him so bad I couldn't think straight.

Grabbing my face between his fingers, he tilted my chin, looking me all over with a searing hot gaze. He exhaled raggedly, the tip of his nose running down my jawline and then back up, over my cheek and then the arch of my nose. He sighed and groaned, bringing his mouth down, closer to mine.

He paused, hesitated, hardly breathing.

I wasn't breathing either. Not much. How could I? Cane—my Cane—was touching me the way I’d always wanted him to. I didn’t want to make any sudden moves, fearing he would stop if I did.

Just when I thought he would pull away, he brought my face closer to his, fulfilling the ache. He crushed my lips with his and pressed his body to mine.

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, a trace of the cigarette he'd probably smoked before picking me up. His breathing was harsher, 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 with Frankie. I'd lie to my parents and said I was just having a sleepover at her 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 damn hard.

"Goddamn it. What the hell is wrong with me?" he rasped, coming back up and sucking on my bottom lip, still grinding his the bulge of his between my legs. He sat up a bit and I moved my arms.

He pulled my sweatpants down in a flash, revealing my yellow panties. I was glad I wore my good panties, the lace ones I bought at Victoria's Secret with Mom during 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 mouth. "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 between the slits 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 harder. I could still feel his cock on my thigh, heavy and long in his jeans, 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, like 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.

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.

"You're so pretty like this," he groaned on my mouth, breath warm on my skin. "When I play with your innocent, virgin pussy."

"Ohh," I moaned, squeezing my eyes tighter as he added another finger.

"Cum 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 willingly, and I gasped from the sudden pressure, but adjusted to it. It felt even better than before.

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 on my leg.

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. I was so tense, 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.

That was…amazing. And to know he did that with only his fingers. I couldn't imagine what his cock could do.

When I opened my eyes, his were locked on me. "You happy?" he asked. His face was serious and hard, jaw locked. I didn’t understand his sudden change of mood. 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 you what you wanted. 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 over the thick, large boner in his pants either.

"I wanted it, Cane."

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. He had to cool off.

He didn't meet my eyes when he aired his last statement. 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 doing something with him, but never in a million years did I think something like this would actually happen. Maybe all dreams weren’t’ meant to come true. I mean, 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.

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