by T. L Smith
“Tell me you want to come.” Her breathing is heavy, her hand trying to move my hair directing my mouth, but it’s no use unless I want to because I will take my time.
“I want to come,” she says breathlessly.
“Who do you want to make you come?”
She groans in frustration and starts moving her hips. My fingers still inside of her. So, I pin her hips down with my free hand, stopping her.
She groans again loudly. “You, Huxley. You.”
I start to get up, my fingers slipping from her pussy when she stops me, reaching between her legs and gripping my wrist in an attempt to stop me from leaving her.
“You are the king, and you will make me come. Right fucking now, Huxley.” That’s the best I’m going to get, so I dip my head back with a smile as I make her come.
My lips are wet with her arousal as I climb back up her. She’s smiling brightly, and the look she’s giving me could possibly make me weak at the knees if I wasn’t already on them.
“I like the games you play,” she says sitting up. Kandi reaches between us and cups my balls, then her hand snakes around my cock as she pumps it a few times, her mouth inches from mine. She pushes my shoulder, making me fall to the side then pushes me again, so I land on my back. She climbs on top of me, my cock still in her hand and slides it between her legs and then slowly, ever so fucking slowly, drops down on me.
Her bright pink hair drops back and cascades down her back as she pulls it free. Her chest rises, putting those perfect fucking tits on display. She rides my cock, her moves deliberate and in control. Her lips part and I hate that she’s in control, that I’m giving her the control. It’s usually mine and mine only.
Stopping her though, would ruin the perfect view I’m having right now, and watching her move is better than anything I’ve ever experienced. I could fuck her senseless and let her ride me every fucking time she wanted.
Her hands find mine and pull them to her breasts, cupping each one, then she drops her head, her lips coming into contact with mine. Her hips don’t stop moving, they keep fucking shifting and taking everything she wants. And here I am fucking giving it to her. Then...
She stops. Her lips leave mine. She sits up with a smile on her face.
“Who am I?”
My hands drop to her hips, I could move her, but I don’t want to force her. I may be many things but that type of man I’m not. “My fucking Kandiland.”
Her smile is big, so fucking big that she drops her head again and comes into contact with my lips. Then her hips start moving. Faster, very fucking fast. It seems I’ve met my match.
Watching her come undone, is the best part of my fucking night. Even better than me fucking coming and nothing can compare to that.
She falls next to me. Standing up from the bed, I look down. Her garter’s still on her legs, and her tits are on display. Kandi turns, her eyes finally opening after she catches her breath and she sits up, pulling the sheet next to her as she watches me.
“Not really the time to be modest considering I’ve licked between your legs.” Her mouth slightly parts as I reach for my clothes, slowly dressing. “I’d like this to continue.”
“What is this exactly?” she asks, sitting at the edge of the bed. She looks around for her clothes but doesn’t make a move for them.
“I would like you to be my bed partner... when I need you.” My shirt slides on followed by my tie. I’m fully dressed when I see her shaking her head.
“You have some nerve, you know! You fuck me then ask me to what... be your booty call?”
I raise an eyebrow at her. “I won’t see you as that, I will look after you. If you don’t want to work, you don’t have to.”
Now she’s angry. Her forehead’s scrunched, and she stands from the bed dropping the sheet.
“Fuck you, Huxley. You think you can pay me? What! Like I’m some sort of fucking hooker you pick up when you want to fuck?” She reaches for her dress, snatches it from the floor and slips it on, not even bothering with her lace bra.
“So, I’ll see you Monday at work?” I ask, and her mouth drops open wide. It takes everything in me to not kiss the living fuck out of that mouth. Before she can answer, I walk out, back to the party. I’ll see her Monday. Her job will be there no matter what. She should know that.
Chapter 11
Kandi
I’m going to need a Huxley jar, one that warns me every time I want him I should pay the price and it’s going to be hefty. My hands shake as I step down his stairs, and my eyes come into contact with him. He’s watching me but speaking to the person in front of him. My eyes leave him, those eyes hold me captive, and they shouldn’t be able to. I don’t want them to. I already feel used, and other things I can’t quite work out. A part of me felt the best I’ve felt in a very long time, while the other feels cheap. The two aren’t making any sense, but they’re sitting front and center in my chest.
Stacey’s hand is on me before I even realize it. She’s drunk and laughing at something I didn’t hear. Henry’s on the dance floor thinking he’s Elvis. He isn’t.
“You were missing,” she slurs.
It’s time we go home. I lock eyes with the dancing Elvis and wave him over as Stacey hooks her arm around me. “I love you so much, Kandi...” I nod my head, trying my hardest not to look in his direction. I know exactly where he is, and if I saw him I’m not sure what feelings might surface from inside me. So, it’s best to ignore everything right now so I can get my feelings in check.
“You ready, Kandi?” Henry sings.
My head nods toward the door as he comes around the other side, helping me with his wife. As we get to the door, Davina steps in front of us. Henry smiles, taking his wife, and keeps on walking.
“I’m just leaving.” She nods, her eyes looking behind me then back to me.
“I know, look... despite what happens, don’t quit work. It’s the best you’ll get in this town.”
Turning around I see his eyes on me. He’s watching me talk to Davina. Why?
“He asked you to come over, didn’t he? He knew I wouldn’t speak to him.”
She gazes down. Guilty.
My hands go to my hip. I smile brightly. “Yes, I’ll come back into work on Monday.”
She looks up at me smiling, but there’s no real light in her eyes. She wants her boss happy, and that’s it.
“Thank you, Kandi.” She doesn’t look behind me again. I reach out to touch her arm, feeling guilty. I don’t really know why, I didn’t do anything wrong. Okay, well that may be a little bit wrong. I did just sleep with the most fucked-up man in this town.
“Goodbye, Davina.” She steps to the side to let me leave, and as I walk, I can’t help but look behind me. He’s strolling my way, but I don’t give him the chance to catch up to me. I open my car door with Stacey and Henry already in it, and we drive off.
Huxley stands there, not far from where the car was originally parked.
“He’s intense.”
I nod my head. Huxley’s extremely intense. Maybe too much so, so I reply with two simple words, “He is.”
WE DID NOTHING THE following day, just lay around and watched movies. Today’s Monday and I agreed to go back to work. God willing, he won’t be there. Hopefully, I can do my job without having his presence around me trying to consume me. That’s what he does, consumes me whole. And he does it without apology. It’s a bit too much for me to handle.
My car comes to a stop outside the Village, and it’s raining outside. Now, I wish I stayed in bed with my friends and did nothing again today. Reaching for my door, I step one foot out. My eyes slide upward, just slightly. It’s enough though to stop my heart, to make it drop to the ground where I thought it had always been since my husband’s death.
Blue eyes stare at me, blond hair, and a soft smile. Then it’s gone. My hand is frozen, my feet are becoming wet.
I’m half in the car, half out. My pink hair is soaked, and I can feel it dripping down
my back. Yet, I can’t seem to get moving. My hand grips tighter, even well after the car’s gone. It was a split second, just a moment in time to see what I’ve been craving for well over a year.
Was it real? It couldn’t have been.
I manage to pull myself out. My hands won’t stop shaking as I shut the door, forgetting about the rain as well. What does it matter? It doesn’t. My heart, the one that’s on the ground, is silently begging me to pick it up. Someone made it come back alive along with the butterflies in my stomach. Now it’s back where it has been for so long, between my legs on the ground, and I watch helplessly as it bleeds out. My head’s down, and my hands won’t stop shaking.
It was his eyes.
I watched him die, though.
Pushing the door open and walking to the office, hands touch me. A gasp leaves my mouth. My eyes frantically search those hands hoping to find soft ones on the other side, ones that have loved me since I was eighteen. They don’t. Instead, they find eyes of a man who wants nothing more than my body. My bag slips from my hands while he watches me, trying to figure out what’s wrong. Those gray eyes search mine. He’s looking for answers I won’t give him.
How do you tell someone you think you just saw your ex-husband alive? But in reality, he’s dead. It must be my mind playing tricks on me. They would think I’m crazy. Maybe I am.
He’s speaking to me, the words though, they don’t penetrate. The part of me he’s touching throbs, it’s alive everywhere he touches me. My eyes search his hand, and it’s then I realize how I can know the difference, how I can distinguish what’s real and not. My body goes forward, and he catches me like the skilled catcher he is. Huxley always gets the things he wants. And I know he wants me, but I’m not really sure I want him. No, that’s a lie. I know I want him, just not in the capacity my stupid beating heart wants him. My heart loves his touches and the way he makes me feel alive. It’s the only reason my lips search his, and my body rubs against him.
He can make me forget, he’s what’s real in this moment.
He tastes like toothpaste and actuality.
Huxley Cross is my way back to this reality, and not the one where I believe my husband’s alive. When in reality we all know he’s dead.
He tries to pull me back, but I don’t allow it. I need and want what I know he can give. He’s the best sex of my life, that I know without a doubt, and it makes me feel guilty even thinking about that fact.
My lips punish his, it’s an assault. He doesn’t stop me when I push him back so I can crawl onto him. I want to be as close as humanly possible. Because as his hands touch my skin, it lights up. On. Fucking. Fire. Butterflies shoot through my stomach, and my heart that was once on the floor wants to be punished. It knows he isn’t the man that’s held it for many years, yet it wants him to touch it. To see if he squeezes it, would it bleed some more?
Now I’m punishing myself.
But fuck, it feels so good to do so. The pain which was once in my heart has now lightened. Huxley’s hands tear at my clothes, mine rip at his shirt, freeing it from that body of his which shouldn’t be seen. Men strive to look like him, women strive to have a man like him in their arms.
“Kandi.” My name slips from his lips and makes me take a step back, just a fraction, so his hands don’t leave my body as I drop the skirt I’m wearing to the floor. He doesn’t wait, he pulls me, lifting me so my legs wrap around his waist, then we’re moving. My purse discarded onto the floor. My hands now in his hair as he kisses his way down my neck and onto my collarbone. He licks a line, straight up to my lips. Stealing my breath yet again, he goes to pull back as he sets my ass on the stage. Pulling him to me, I kiss him again, stopping the words that were about to leave his mouth. I lie on my back on the cold black floor.
My legs drop from around his waist, and his hands lift from my side. My eyes finally lock onto his. If I were to change my mind, right now would be the time. Then blue eyes flash into my eyes, and I instantly want the hurt to disappear. Huxley seems to know, his hand dips between my legs and straight to my core. He smirks at me as he brings his finger up, slipping it into his mouth then back between my legs.
“How bad do you want it, Kandi?”
I hate it when he tries to get me to speak. If he makes me call him king again, I may just throat punch him for good measure. I lift my bottom up to him, and he nods his head and undoes his pants. I watch in fascination as his cock is pulled free, and he sits it at my entrance. He teases me, pushing then back.
My back arches and I want to scream for more. “Huxley.”
He grabs hold of my hips. Stops and shakes his head. My need for him is overwhelming me so much, that I’m about to let those words leave my mouth that he wants from me. “Fuck me, king.”
He does. The moment those words leave my mouth his cock slides straight in, fast. His hands which were on my hips drop and reach for each of my hands. He laces our fingers together, not once stopping his movements, and then uses my hands to pull my body to his, slamming into me as I stay lying down.
“Fuck, Kandiland,” he says again. That name. It does things to me and the world I was getting lost in, that blue-eyed world comes smashing down to reality as I look up to him and see gray eyes. He’s watching me, watching my body react as he fucks me. As he takes control of everything I am. Not even Jarod had that much control and power over me. It took years to give him fractions. Huxley’s trying to steal more without even asking.
He slams into me, dropping my hands and lifting me up, so our bodies are touching. I move myself up and down on him. He bites at my ear, then he comes. Biting hard on my shoulder, possibly making me bleed, which makes me follow suit. Each time I lift then drop it’s adding to my orgasm. All of which he’s tearing from me.
My body collapses, straight into him. He doesn’t push me off or go to move like last time. He lets me catch my breath, and I’m the first person to move. Pushing back on him, I disconnect us. He stands where he is, not moving as he watches me. My bare ass is on the black stage floor, and I push myself next to him so I can get off. No words leave his mouth as I start looking around for my clothes. The minute I slide my shirt and skirt on, I chance a look at him. His pants are on, but his shirt is undone at the front, showcasing his perfectly tanned body.
“Kandi...” I pick up my purse, I need to get to work.
“My Huxley jar’s going to need a lot of money,” I mutter walking away. I almost feel him smirk, but I don’t turn back to check.
Chapter 12
Huxley
Her Huxley jar? That makes me smirk. I watch as she walks away and try my best not to follow her. She doesn’t walk to the front door, the same one she came in from. She keeps on walking to her office. I didn’t plan to let her do that, I planned to stop her so we could talk. She wants words and not just action. I want her in my bed. She needs reassurance she isn’t just a booty call. Maybe if I tell her she will be my only booty call or bed partner, it may persuade her. Though, when she came in soaking wet, her hair sticking to her face and her lips connecting to mine, trying to resist was hard, very fucking hard. She’s as sweet as candy, she tastes like my favorite colored Skittle.
“Sir.” I turn to a smiling Alfred, whose eyes are downcast.
“You were there the entire time, weren’t you?” He looks to where she entered the office to make sure the door’s shut before he looks back to me, nodding his head.
“I didn’t realize you were going to be in today. If I’d have known I would have prepared you some breakfast.” Shaking my head, I never planned to come in either. I couldn’t resist to see if she would actually come into work or not.
“It’s fine, Alfred, I’m going to do some work then leave. You should do the same.”
His old eyes look up to me. “We have the Wilson brothers in today, you asked me to assist with what they needed.”
Fuck! How could I forget that two of my clients are about to arrive—both fucking criminals. I can’t leave them here with her, kno
wing she’ll likely run into them. Granted they wouldn’t do anything stupid, but trust is something I don’t have a lot of. Fuck! I don’t even trust Alfred one hundred percent, and he’s been with me the longest and stuck by me through so much.
“Maybe I will eat, if you wouldn’t mind getting something for Kandi, too. That would be great.” Alfred nods and walks away. He doesn’t need to know what I’d like, he already knows.
I wait for a while after Alfred gets back, going through my emails before I head into her office, food now in hand. She looks up, her eyes red. No words leave her lips as she looks back down.
“Food,” I say, sitting opposite her. “And it’s best we talk.”
Those crystal green eyes look up to me. If you look long enough, you can see hints of blue in them as well.
“Nothing to speak about. Thanks for the food. But honestly, I’m busy right now.”
“I demand you take a break.”
Her eyebrow rises. “You’re demanding things from me now, are you?”
“If I could, I would.”
She sits back. Her eyes go to the food, and I push a plate toward her.
“Today, we need to talk. Before you molested me when I walked in, that was the plan. We have some arrangements to make, wouldn’t you agree?”
Her eyes go wide at my words. “I did not molest you.”
I look down at my torn buttons, and her eyes look too.
“I may not have been thinking straight.”
