Incandescent
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Gathering more courage, I continue to tease him, “How about if you can last all through dinner, without your filthy mouth talking about my pussy, I might give you a taste of it.” I wink and walk past him, hoping he doesn’t see through the fake bravado I’m feeling right now.
He follows me, coming up behind me, his heat at my back. “Game on, Kadence,” he breathes into my ear. His hot breath prickles my skin. I'm not sure if betting against the man is wise; I wouldn’t put it past him to play dirty.
Turning around, I smile, hiding the intense rush his words leave me feeling. Yep, I’m going to do it.
Leaning in, I whisper into his ear. “I bet you don’t last twenty minutes thinking about how wet I am between my legs.” He groans and a look of anguish washes over his face as he reaches down to adjust himself.
“You play dirty, pretty girl, but you don’t know who you’re playing with.”
He’s right. I have no idea what I’m doing, but for one night, I’m up for finding out.
Chapter Six
Nix
After finishing dinner, we make our way inside to tidy up the dishes. I’ve been on my best behavior, and I’m satisfied that Kadence is surprised to learn that I’m not some deadbeat asshole who earns money dealing in women or drugs. Most people in town don’t know the struggle the club went through to get clean. The path my dad took was a lot different to the one I now walk down. After we lost my mom, the years that followed were what I had always said I didn’t want to live. I became a man I had vowed never to be. I didn’t want my children growing up and watching their father instill fear into a town, living a life of crime and then watch them go through life the same. After working our asses off for five years, we now successfully run two bars, a new club downtown and a new ink joint we just opened up last week. The boys are happy; the club is free from any of that old bullshit, and I wouldn’t want anything else. Except, maybe a sexy, hot teacher to warm my bed.
Our dinner conversation flowed easily, having a few jabs at each other along the way, her vexing me, me teasing her back. We didn’t talk about my ex, and I was glad not to touch on the subject; last thing I wanted to speak about with a woman is my pain-in-the-ass ex. We avoided the whole classroom scene from last week. She clearly has an issue with me being a parent to one of her students, so I steered clear of anything that could have her back-pedaling.
I don’t know what it is about this connection we have. Even in the last two hours, I feel more comfortable than I have ever before. Having a woman in my space, talking about club life is something that I would never normally do, but for the life of me, I can't seem to find a way to make myself stop. After I kissed her last night, I came home and fucking dreamt of her, of her hot mouth around my cock. Waking from the worst sleep ever, I vowed I would stop hassling her, only to have my plan ruined when she was out on a fucking date in one of my bars. I knew the moment I had seen her sitting there, looking bored out of her brain, that the guy would never be good enough for her. With a little push in the right direction, the asshole left without even a backward glance. I’m gonna cop it from the guys tomorrow, with me chasing some tail like some lovesick fool. The fuckers couldn’t make that shit up.
Telling Kadence to go sit down, I make my way back to grab one more beer. If things don’t go to plan tonight, I’ll still need to be able to drive her home. If I have my way, she’ll be in my bed tonight, and I can worry about that little detail tomorrow. I’m not getting my hopes up; with the way things sit between us, who knows how the night will end? The woman runs hot and cold. One minute, I think I’ve got her; the next, she’s playing hard to get.
Sitting down on the sofa next to her, I hand her the beer, and watch her lips closely as she takes a drink. She’s kicked her heels off in front of her. Her toes are painted a sexy pink. Seeing them naked in my home does something to my gut. I wouldn’t usually bring a woman back here, but I didn’t want to take her to the clubhouse. Saturday nights can get fucking crazy, and last thing I want her to see is the shit that can go down there.
“Are you going to be able to drive me home?” she asks, nodding at my drink. Putting my beer down beside me, I reach down and bring her right foot up to my lap. She turns her body and allows me to work my fingers, massaging the balls of her feet.
“Wasn’t planning on drivin’ you home tonight.” I smirk when her eyes flash with panic for a second.
“Is that right?” she asks as she tries to pull her foot back.
“Relax,” I say, keeping her foot there. “I’ll take you home when you’re ready,” I add, waiting for her to tell me she’s ready to go. It’s like I’m hanging on, waiting for her to put an end to this. Fuck, I’ve never worked so hard for something before.
She relaxes into a comfortable position, leaning back into the arm of the sofa. My fingers work a little harder, and she sighs her approval, the sound going straight to my dick. She must feel me growing hard under her foot; as when she looks up at me, lust flashes through her eyes. I recognize the desire flowing between us.
Without hesitation, I lean forward and press my mouth to hers. Her soft, warm lips part slowly, granting me access. The tip of her wet tongue comes out first, surprising me and spurring me on. I greet her with my own, our tongues fighting in combat, like our personalities. Taking over the kiss, my mouth captures her moans, her submission to the pleasure. The taste of her on my mouth fills me with a need to devour more of her. All of her.
Bringing her hands up into my hair, she lightly pulls at it as I bite down on her bottom lip, tugging it between my teeth. Breaking our connection, I reposition myself, bringing my knee between the juncture of her legs; I lean forward, taking her mouth again, this time a little slower. Fisting a handful of her long dark hair, I tug hard, exposing her delicate neck. Latching on, I make it my mission to mark her.
All reason has left me.
The fact that I want to leave my mark on her should have me pulling back, but the thought of her seeing them tomorrow has me sucking harder. I know she’ll be pissed, but that just makes it even better.
“Don’t you fucking leave a mark,” she pants, still fisting my hair. She pulls at it harder, the sting making me suck more.
Her heavy breathing fills the quiet room as she grinds herself up against my leg seeking the friction she needs. My greedy hands work to pull down her top, exposing her perfect tits in a fancy lace bra that makes my dick even harder. Her small erect nipples outlined by the black lace, beg for my attention. Squeezing one tightly between my thumb and finger, I roll over the fabric. She whimpers at the pressure, rubbing faster against my leg. Abandoning her neck, I take the erect nipple in my mouth, biting over her lace. Her hand reaches for my pants flicking the button open. Anticipation flows through me, begging for her soft touch. Fumbling with our position, I take over, jerking the zip down.
Kadence’s hand slides in, her tight grip squeezes me firmly. The soft pad of her thumb runs along the head of my cock gathering the drop of pre-cum. Pulling her hand free, I sit back, fascinated, yet knowing what she’s about to do. Her pink tongue slowly comes out, the teasing in her gaze has me anxiously waiting for it, and in one slow sweep, she tastes me.
Fuck that was hot.
My mouth smashes to hers, fighting access past her lips like a starved man dying of thirst for his first drink. Her hand finds its way back in my pants. Her touch is like an instant vault straight to my gut. I pull back, making work of her jeans, but her fingers stop me.
“Now, don’t go all shy on me,” I say, waiting to taste her. Fuck, I need to taste her on my lips as much as I need to breathe.
“Let’s take it to the bedroom,” she pants, pulling her legs out from under me and quickly standing. I force my breathing to calm before I follow her up taking her hand in mine, directing her up to the carpeted stairs to the master bedroom. With thoughts of taking her on the stairs, I push her up against the wall. Her hands wrap around my neck, pulling me down to her level. I drop one foot down to the stair below, her height so much shorter than my six-foot-two frame. My tongue intertwines with hers and I open my eyes to see hers closed shut. The tip of my cock sticks out from the tops of my jeans, begging me for attention. My head is in a craze, I don’t know what I want to do with her.
“Bed,” she pants, sounding just as crazy as I feel.
Pulling back, I drag her the rest of the way up to my bedroom, our bodies fumbling in the frantic need to get to the top. Flicking the light on, I walk her backwards into the room, stopping when her legs meet the side of my California King. I push her back in one fast movement and watch her fall as I pull my shirt up over my head. She comes up onto her elbows; her long hair hangs behind her. Her pert tits, still exposed from the top of her shirt, make my dick throb harder. Fuck, I need to see her. I follow her eyes as they scan over my chest, then my arms as she takes in the ink.
“Like what you see?” I smirk, knowing she does. I sure as fuck like what I’m seeing.
“You look okay.” She smiles and I know she’s playing, but the inner beast in me has me wanting to fuck her hard, and then get her to admit she’s lying.
“Can you get the light?” she requests as I continue to get my fill of her on my bed.
“What?” I look down, admiring her laying there, her lips swollen from my kiss, her glazed eyes filled with appreciation. It’s a sight I plan to burn into my memory and call on constantly.
“The light, can you get it?” she repeats, now looking unsure.
Planting my knee to the bed, I move up, my body covering hers. “Woman, if I’m getting a taste of this,” I run my finger between her tits, down her stomach and between her legs, “I wanna see every inch of it.” She shudders at my touch but doesn't say anything. I don’t know what kind of dickheads she’s been with before, but fucking her in the dark is not what I had in mind. A body like hers needs to be worshiped, not fucking hidden.
“Take this off.” I show her what I want, running my finger along the swell of her breasts. I can see she’s struggling with something, but with what I don’t know. She takes a large breath, like she’s preparing herself, and then nods with unease.
I pull back waiting for her to tell me she changed her mind or that I’ve blown it. Instead, she sits up and reaches down to grab the hem of her shirt. Lifting it above her head, she tosses it to the side. Following her movements, I watch her release her pert tits from her bra, exposing her sweetly curved mounds. My hands find them immediately, the creamy flesh fitting just right in my hold. Capturing a rose-tipped nipple with my finger and thumb, I look back up at her. “Lose the pants, Kadence.”
She pushes me back. My hold is lost as she stands in front of me. Our positions switched, I sit back and get ready for the show. Her movements are slow; her body turned slightly as I watch her pull them straight down her legs leaving her panties in place. Turning somewhat back to me, she cocks her eyebrow, waiting for me to get my fill.
“Jesus.” I hold back a sigh. Nothing could have prepared me for the sight. I knew she was beautiful, but standing there in front of me? Fuck. Her soft porcelain skin shines against the glow of the ceiling light and her long, dark hair hangs over her breasts. There’s this air of innocence about her, but at the same time, I know this woman could destroy me.
Her black lace panties hold all of my attention, the lace showing a little of the milky skin underneath. I’m anxious to see what’s under there, to taste her on my tongue.
“Come here,” I demand, ready for more. She turns her body face on, and then takes one slow step to me, my eyes fixed on hers. Taking another step toward me, I reach forward, putting my hands to her waist, ready to pull her the rest of the way when I feel something under my fingers.
Moving my hand away, I take a closer look. She stops frozen as I run my eyes over the damaged skin. “Turn.” My tone surprises me, the demand not meant to come out harsh as my eyes follow the path of the nasty scar. She does as she’s told, turning to her side without argument, revealing her marred left side. Her flawless porcelain skin is scarred red and raw from the side of her waist to the high thigh. “Kadence?” My eyes search hers, waiting for an answer to my unasked question. I now know that Jesse was talking about this.
Looking back down, I can’t take my gaze away from the angry, rigid skin. Her waist bears the worst. She pulls her leg away, turning her body to hide herself from me. My eyes look up and lock onto hers again not sure how to proceed. Pain, anger and determination stare back at me, waiting for my reaction. I feel tightness pull in my stomach as I look at her standing there vulnerable, but I don’t react. The recognition that she survived something violent bothers me; I want to protect her from whatever nightmare she lived.
“What happened?” I ask, keeping my voice leveled so she doesn’t pull back.
“I was in a fire,” she answers with no emotion, no explanation. Her hands go to cover herself, but I reach forward to stop her. I want her to tell me every fucking detail, how it happened, why it happened, but I know she wouldn’t feel comfortable enough to share, the look in her eyes telling me it’s a no-go zone.
I stand, let her hands go, and move into her space. Leaning down, I kiss her soft lips, letting her know she doesn't have to talk about it with me. She stands rigid, our brief moment still hanging between us. We’re both quiet for a moment, staring back at each other. Unasked questions stir between us, both of us fighting our own battles. My hand goes to her heat, impatient to continue past the strange feelings flowing through me. Moving the lace material aside, I slide a finger down her bare center, and find her wet and hot.
He follows me, coming up behind me, his heat at my back. “Game on, Kadence,” he breathes into my ear. His hot breath prickles my skin. I'm not sure if betting against the man is wise; I wouldn’t put it past him to play dirty.
Turning around, I smile, hiding the intense rush his words leave me feeling. Yep, I’m going to do it.
Leaning in, I whisper into his ear. “I bet you don’t last twenty minutes thinking about how wet I am between my legs.” He groans and a look of anguish washes over his face as he reaches down to adjust himself.
“You play dirty, pretty girl, but you don’t know who you’re playing with.”
He’s right. I have no idea what I’m doing, but for one night, I’m up for finding out.
Chapter Six
Nix
After finishing dinner, we make our way inside to tidy up the dishes. I’ve been on my best behavior, and I’m satisfied that Kadence is surprised to learn that I’m not some deadbeat asshole who earns money dealing in women or drugs. Most people in town don’t know the struggle the club went through to get clean. The path my dad took was a lot different to the one I now walk down. After we lost my mom, the years that followed were what I had always said I didn’t want to live. I became a man I had vowed never to be. I didn’t want my children growing up and watching their father instill fear into a town, living a life of crime and then watch them go through life the same. After working our asses off for five years, we now successfully run two bars, a new club downtown and a new ink joint we just opened up last week. The boys are happy; the club is free from any of that old bullshit, and I wouldn’t want anything else. Except, maybe a sexy, hot teacher to warm my bed.
Our dinner conversation flowed easily, having a few jabs at each other along the way, her vexing me, me teasing her back. We didn’t talk about my ex, and I was glad not to touch on the subject; last thing I wanted to speak about with a woman is my pain-in-the-ass ex. We avoided the whole classroom scene from last week. She clearly has an issue with me being a parent to one of her students, so I steered clear of anything that could have her back-pedaling.
I don’t know what it is about this connection we have. Even in the last two hours, I feel more comfortable than I have ever before. Having a woman in my space, talking about club life is something that I would never normally do, but for the life of me, I can't seem to find a way to make myself stop. After I kissed her last night, I came home and fucking dreamt of her, of her hot mouth around my cock. Waking from the worst sleep ever, I vowed I would stop hassling her, only to have my plan ruined when she was out on a fucking date in one of my bars. I knew the moment I had seen her sitting there, looking bored out of her brain, that the guy would never be good enough for her. With a little push in the right direction, the asshole left without even a backward glance. I’m gonna cop it from the guys tomorrow, with me chasing some tail like some lovesick fool. The fuckers couldn’t make that shit up.
Telling Kadence to go sit down, I make my way back to grab one more beer. If things don’t go to plan tonight, I’ll still need to be able to drive her home. If I have my way, she’ll be in my bed tonight, and I can worry about that little detail tomorrow. I’m not getting my hopes up; with the way things sit between us, who knows how the night will end? The woman runs hot and cold. One minute, I think I’ve got her; the next, she’s playing hard to get.
Sitting down on the sofa next to her, I hand her the beer, and watch her lips closely as she takes a drink. She’s kicked her heels off in front of her. Her toes are painted a sexy pink. Seeing them naked in my home does something to my gut. I wouldn’t usually bring a woman back here, but I didn’t want to take her to the clubhouse. Saturday nights can get fucking crazy, and last thing I want her to see is the shit that can go down there.
“Are you going to be able to drive me home?” she asks, nodding at my drink. Putting my beer down beside me, I reach down and bring her right foot up to my lap. She turns her body and allows me to work my fingers, massaging the balls of her feet.
“Wasn’t planning on drivin’ you home tonight.” I smirk when her eyes flash with panic for a second.
“Is that right?” she asks as she tries to pull her foot back.
“Relax,” I say, keeping her foot there. “I’ll take you home when you’re ready,” I add, waiting for her to tell me she’s ready to go. It’s like I’m hanging on, waiting for her to put an end to this. Fuck, I’ve never worked so hard for something before.
She relaxes into a comfortable position, leaning back into the arm of the sofa. My fingers work a little harder, and she sighs her approval, the sound going straight to my dick. She must feel me growing hard under her foot; as when she looks up at me, lust flashes through her eyes. I recognize the desire flowing between us.
Without hesitation, I lean forward and press my mouth to hers. Her soft, warm lips part slowly, granting me access. The tip of her wet tongue comes out first, surprising me and spurring me on. I greet her with my own, our tongues fighting in combat, like our personalities. Taking over the kiss, my mouth captures her moans, her submission to the pleasure. The taste of her on my mouth fills me with a need to devour more of her. All of her.
Bringing her hands up into my hair, she lightly pulls at it as I bite down on her bottom lip, tugging it between my teeth. Breaking our connection, I reposition myself, bringing my knee between the juncture of her legs; I lean forward, taking her mouth again, this time a little slower. Fisting a handful of her long dark hair, I tug hard, exposing her delicate neck. Latching on, I make it my mission to mark her.
All reason has left me.
The fact that I want to leave my mark on her should have me pulling back, but the thought of her seeing them tomorrow has me sucking harder. I know she’ll be pissed, but that just makes it even better.
“Don’t you fucking leave a mark,” she pants, still fisting my hair. She pulls at it harder, the sting making me suck more.
Her heavy breathing fills the quiet room as she grinds herself up against my leg seeking the friction she needs. My greedy hands work to pull down her top, exposing her perfect tits in a fancy lace bra that makes my dick even harder. Her small erect nipples outlined by the black lace, beg for my attention. Squeezing one tightly between my thumb and finger, I roll over the fabric. She whimpers at the pressure, rubbing faster against my leg. Abandoning her neck, I take the erect nipple in my mouth, biting over her lace. Her hand reaches for my pants flicking the button open. Anticipation flows through me, begging for her soft touch. Fumbling with our position, I take over, jerking the zip down.
Kadence’s hand slides in, her tight grip squeezes me firmly. The soft pad of her thumb runs along the head of my cock gathering the drop of pre-cum. Pulling her hand free, I sit back, fascinated, yet knowing what she’s about to do. Her pink tongue slowly comes out, the teasing in her gaze has me anxiously waiting for it, and in one slow sweep, she tastes me.
Fuck that was hot.
My mouth smashes to hers, fighting access past her lips like a starved man dying of thirst for his first drink. Her hand finds its way back in my pants. Her touch is like an instant vault straight to my gut. I pull back, making work of her jeans, but her fingers stop me.
“Now, don’t go all shy on me,” I say, waiting to taste her. Fuck, I need to taste her on my lips as much as I need to breathe.
“Let’s take it to the bedroom,” she pants, pulling her legs out from under me and quickly standing. I force my breathing to calm before I follow her up taking her hand in mine, directing her up to the carpeted stairs to the master bedroom. With thoughts of taking her on the stairs, I push her up against the wall. Her hands wrap around my neck, pulling me down to her level. I drop one foot down to the stair below, her height so much shorter than my six-foot-two frame. My tongue intertwines with hers and I open my eyes to see hers closed shut. The tip of my cock sticks out from the tops of my jeans, begging me for attention. My head is in a craze, I don’t know what I want to do with her.
“Bed,” she pants, sounding just as crazy as I feel.
Pulling back, I drag her the rest of the way up to my bedroom, our bodies fumbling in the frantic need to get to the top. Flicking the light on, I walk her backwards into the room, stopping when her legs meet the side of my California King. I push her back in one fast movement and watch her fall as I pull my shirt up over my head. She comes up onto her elbows; her long hair hangs behind her. Her pert tits, still exposed from the top of her shirt, make my dick throb harder. Fuck, I need to see her. I follow her eyes as they scan over my chest, then my arms as she takes in the ink.
“Like what you see?” I smirk, knowing she does. I sure as fuck like what I’m seeing.
“You look okay.” She smiles and I know she’s playing, but the inner beast in me has me wanting to fuck her hard, and then get her to admit she’s lying.
“Can you get the light?” she requests as I continue to get my fill of her on my bed.
“What?” I look down, admiring her laying there, her lips swollen from my kiss, her glazed eyes filled with appreciation. It’s a sight I plan to burn into my memory and call on constantly.
“The light, can you get it?” she repeats, now looking unsure.
Planting my knee to the bed, I move up, my body covering hers. “Woman, if I’m getting a taste of this,” I run my finger between her tits, down her stomach and between her legs, “I wanna see every inch of it.” She shudders at my touch but doesn't say anything. I don’t know what kind of dickheads she’s been with before, but fucking her in the dark is not what I had in mind. A body like hers needs to be worshiped, not fucking hidden.
“Take this off.” I show her what I want, running my finger along the swell of her breasts. I can see she’s struggling with something, but with what I don’t know. She takes a large breath, like she’s preparing herself, and then nods with unease.
I pull back waiting for her to tell me she changed her mind or that I’ve blown it. Instead, she sits up and reaches down to grab the hem of her shirt. Lifting it above her head, she tosses it to the side. Following her movements, I watch her release her pert tits from her bra, exposing her sweetly curved mounds. My hands find them immediately, the creamy flesh fitting just right in my hold. Capturing a rose-tipped nipple with my finger and thumb, I look back up at her. “Lose the pants, Kadence.”
She pushes me back. My hold is lost as she stands in front of me. Our positions switched, I sit back and get ready for the show. Her movements are slow; her body turned slightly as I watch her pull them straight down her legs leaving her panties in place. Turning somewhat back to me, she cocks her eyebrow, waiting for me to get my fill.
“Jesus.” I hold back a sigh. Nothing could have prepared me for the sight. I knew she was beautiful, but standing there in front of me? Fuck. Her soft porcelain skin shines against the glow of the ceiling light and her long, dark hair hangs over her breasts. There’s this air of innocence about her, but at the same time, I know this woman could destroy me.
Her black lace panties hold all of my attention, the lace showing a little of the milky skin underneath. I’m anxious to see what’s under there, to taste her on my tongue.
“Come here,” I demand, ready for more. She turns her body face on, and then takes one slow step to me, my eyes fixed on hers. Taking another step toward me, I reach forward, putting my hands to her waist, ready to pull her the rest of the way when I feel something under my fingers.
Moving my hand away, I take a closer look. She stops frozen as I run my eyes over the damaged skin. “Turn.” My tone surprises me, the demand not meant to come out harsh as my eyes follow the path of the nasty scar. She does as she’s told, turning to her side without argument, revealing her marred left side. Her flawless porcelain skin is scarred red and raw from the side of her waist to the high thigh. “Kadence?” My eyes search hers, waiting for an answer to my unasked question. I now know that Jesse was talking about this.
Looking back down, I can’t take my gaze away from the angry, rigid skin. Her waist bears the worst. She pulls her leg away, turning her body to hide herself from me. My eyes look up and lock onto hers again not sure how to proceed. Pain, anger and determination stare back at me, waiting for my reaction. I feel tightness pull in my stomach as I look at her standing there vulnerable, but I don’t react. The recognition that she survived something violent bothers me; I want to protect her from whatever nightmare she lived.
“What happened?” I ask, keeping my voice leveled so she doesn’t pull back.
“I was in a fire,” she answers with no emotion, no explanation. Her hands go to cover herself, but I reach forward to stop her. I want her to tell me every fucking detail, how it happened, why it happened, but I know she wouldn’t feel comfortable enough to share, the look in her eyes telling me it’s a no-go zone.
I stand, let her hands go, and move into her space. Leaning down, I kiss her soft lips, letting her know she doesn't have to talk about it with me. She stands rigid, our brief moment still hanging between us. We’re both quiet for a moment, staring back at each other. Unasked questions stir between us, both of us fighting our own battles. My hand goes to her heat, impatient to continue past the strange feelings flowing through me. Moving the lace material aside, I slide a finger down her bare center, and find her wet and hot.
