Breaking Mr. Cane

by Shanora Williams

  “I know. I’m sorry. Just under a lot of stress.”

  I smiled up at him. “Well, tell me how to relieve it.”

  A faint smile swept over his lips.

  “Should I get on my knees?”

  “I think you should,” he rumbled, but I was already on my way down. I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and he let out a sigh.

  “Just let me take care of you.” I tugged on his boxers and his cock sprung out, semi-hard but still so big. I found it astounding that my mouth watered at the sight of him. He was all man, pure perfection, and I wanted a taste. Badly. I wasted no time taking him into my mouth.

  “Oh, yeah,” he let out a raspy groan, holding the top of my head. I held his hips and pulled my mouth away, forcing him to sit back down in the chair.

  “Just relax. Okay?” I looked up at him as he spread his legs apart again. His eyes were fierce and hungry as he watched me run my tongue over my lips.

  I started at his shaft, licking my way up to his now swollen head, and he breathed harder. “Oh, God.” His voice was breathy, heavy.

  I wrapped my lips around him, just enough for him to feel me there, but didn’t suck. Not yet. He groaned, still staring down at me, waiting for what was next.

  I gripped his cock in my hand, lowering my face to suck on his balls. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, and this time his head fell backwards and hit the chair. He was relaxing, but his hips were pushed up, his cock eager and in need of release.

  I kept going, his cock growing harder in my hand, then I came back up, resting my elbows on the tops of his thighs and taking his entire cock into my mouth. I gagged around his thick, full length, and he let out a deep moan before cursing under his breath.

  “Look at me,” he insisted, and I did. I focused on him, my lips wrapped around him, sucking him in the same fluid motion. My head bobbed and he wrapped a palm around the back of it, forcing my head down for several seconds, his cock deep in my throat.

  I could feel him throbbing in my mouth, like he was close. When he released me, I gasped for air and then said, “Do whatever you want to do to me right now.”

  If his eyes weren’t hot and hungry before, they were on fire now. Without warning, he held either side of my head and thrust his hips upward, fucking my mouth.

  He wasn’t gentle or easy. He literally fucked my mouth like he was releasing all of the stress and pent up frustrations. My vision became blurry as I gagged around him, but I didn’t look away. I wanted him to know that I could handle this and that I was here for whatever he needed.

  He kept pumping his hips upward, but moved one hand away and used the other to grip the top of my head. With one final thrust up, he shoved himself deep into my mouth, and then let out a ferocious groan.

  “Ah, fuck, Kandy,” he growled. “Just what I needed.” His body tensed as he came, and as his warm cum spilled down my throat, I swallowed every drop.

  He pulled his hand away and I moved back, wiping the corners of my mouth with the pad of my thumb.

  “Better?” I asked, smiling up at him.

  He smirked and sat forward, cupping my face in his hands and kissing me hard. “Hell yeah, baby. I’m so much better with you.”

  I beamed, and he released my face, pushing his laptop and some of the loose papers out of the way. “Sit on the desk,” he commanded. “I need to take care of you before you go.”

  I blinked rapidly, heart booming. I stood quickly, and on my way up, his hands ran over the fabric of my dress. He pushed it up, lifting me with his strong hands, just enough to get me seated on the desk. In the chair, he rolled forward, staring up at me with heated, hungry eyes. I tilted my hips up, and he tucked a finger beneath the waistband of my panties and pulled them down.

  My anxiousness got the best of me, so I planted my palms on the desk, spreading my legs apart. He hovered in front of my pussy, still teasing like he always did.

  “I can feel how eager your pussy is,” he rumbled between my thighs. “Your heat…your scent.” The tip of his tongue ran over his bottom lip as he studied my pussy. I panted as he neared it, and when he pressed his mouth to my lips, I shuddered. He kissed me down there again and again, like he was making out with it, and my pussy clenched, dying for him to spread them apart and devour me.

  “Cane,” I panted.

  He groaned, grabbing my hips and bringing me toward the edge of the desk. He kissed my pelvis and worked his way down. He kissed the area just outside my clit and a gasp shot out of me. And then, finally, when his eyes shifted up and locked on mine, his tongue plunged through and landed on my aching clit.

  “Oh my God,” I breathed. He squeezed my ass, burying his face deeper between my thighs, his tongue circling my clit repeatedly before sliding down and plunging inside me.

  “This pussy,” he rasped between my legs when he resurfaced. He drove his tongue back up to suck on my clit again and my legs shook violently, my moans heavier. “Fucking incredible.” He looked up at me beneath thick lashes and I swear I lost it. His eyes alone could make a woman come—so heated and hungry, stirring up all the naughty, insatiable bits inside me.

  My legs trembled and my arms became weak as I used them to keep my balance. I was so close, right on edge. Every swirl and lap of his tongue sent me spiraling into a beautiful abyss of pleasure and passion. With my eyes squeezed so tight, I saw stars, and then, when one of his guttural noises vibrated between my legs, I let go.

  I cried out his name, squeezing his hair between my fingers and he groaned, finishing me off with his velvety tongue.

  “Shit,” I breathed, head falling backwards and eyes still shut, soaking it all in. My chest heaved up and down as Cane kissed my pussy once more. I opened my eyes and he got out of his chair to stand above me, face hovering over mine.

  “You’re so beautiful when you come. You know that?”

  I blushed, shaking my head. “I’m not. I look and sound stupid.”

  “No. You look amazing and sound so damn sexy.” He dropped a kiss on my cheek. I kissed him back, and then laced my arms around the back of his neck. I pressed my cheek to his chest, sighing. I didn’t want this to be our last night.

  “I’m going to miss you.”

  “I know. I’ll miss you too, baby.” He cupped a hand around the back of my head, kissing the top of it. “We’ll see each other soon. I’ll call every chance I get.”

  That made me smile. I picked my head up and he held my face, rubbing the skin behind my ears. “You better,” I murmured, and then I leaned up to kiss him again, wishing I could stay like this with him forever.

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  KANDY

  It was bittersweet going back to school, only because I knew I wouldn’t see Cane again until spring. I thought going weeks without seeing him was bad when I was back at home, but going months without him felt like torture.

  I’d flown back to school after kissing my parents goodbye. The good thing about our departure was that Dad didn’t make it awkward. He kissed me and sent me off like any father would, and there wasn’t any remorse or dread in his eyes. There was more hope than anything, but I’m certain the hope I’d given him was false.

  If only he knew…

  I’d settled into school again, following the same schedule of practices and conditioning. Of course, the upperclassmen gave me shit, especially Sophie. Her arm was better, so she was practicing her pitches and I couldn’t lie, even with a hurt arm, she had a cannon on her. She would smirk at me as she passed by, and when it was my turn to pitch she’d make stupid coughing noises and pretend something was in her throat to try and get to my head, but it didn’t work, and she knew it, which was why she probably couldn’t stand me.

  Poor girl had no clue that in high school, I used to ignore bitches like her on the daily. She and her clique weren’t anything I couldn’t handle.

  A week later, I felt on top of the world. Cane was texting me at least every other day to check in. Sometimes he would call late at night and I’d have to sne
ak out of my dorm to get away from Morgan and Gina, just to have a little privacy on the phone with him.

  Even though we were a secret, things were falling back into place again. My parents called at least once a day, and even Dad started calling and having casual conversations with me while he was in his cruiser or just at home watching sport. Yes, it could be frustrating sometimes, especially when Mom called and asked about Brody, but I dealt with it. I didn’t tell her about me and Brody no longer hanging out because I knew she would ask a million questions just to get down to the bottom of why we weren’t. She would have caught onto me, and at the moment, that was the last thing I wanted her to do.

  Honestly, I liked the secrecy between Cane and I. I liked that only a select few who accepted us knew about us, and kept it as their treasured secret too.

  But most of all, I liked that even though what we had was hidden in the dark, we understood each other enough to let our time shine bright.

  On a crisp winter Friday, when the snow had dried up on campus, the leaves were still frozen, and sun was hiding behind the clouds, something terrible happened.

  I was in the locker room after practice, packing my bag, when Sophie walked in. I felt her scan me twice with her eyes before going five lockers down to get to hers.

  She hummed a song by Halsey while she took out her bag and packed it. I slammed my locker shut, slinging the strap of my tote bag over my shoulder, brows narrowed as she looked at me again.

  “Is there something I can help you with?” I finally asked. She was really starting to annoy me with her stupid stares.

  She grinned. “Nothing at all.”

  She grabbed her bag and slammed her locker shut too, trotting out of the locker room. I rolled my eyes and pulled my phone out to check the time. I had some time to catch some food and grab a coffee before heading to my building to meet Morgan and Gina for a study session.

  I made my way out of the locker room and down the dimly lit hallway, but as I rounded the corner, I saw two silhouettes. The sun was still out, and the silhouettes blocked the way to get out of the locker room. I rolled my eyes, realizing from the frizzy blond hair, that one of them was Sophie. The other was a guy with a baseball cap on.

  I kept walking, keeping my eyes ahead. I didn’t care about her little make out session. She was an idiot for doing it in the hallway anyway. Coach Carmen hated seeing her athletes doing vulgar shit, especially with guys.

  “Fuck,” the guy groaned, and it made me stop dead in my tracks. His voice was too familiar. So familiar that I looked over and when I did, his liquid brown eyes sparked from the sunlight, and locked right on mine, like he was waiting for me to look.

  “Brody?” I narrowed my gaze, my heart catching speed.

  Sophie looked over her shoulder, lacing her arms around the back of his neck. She rested her head on his chest, and Brody gave me a disgusted once-over, before saying, “What?”

  “Nothing.” I shook my head. I didn’t give a shit that he was with Sophie. I mean, okay—maybe not on the outside, but on the inside I was pissed and I didn’t know why. Why did I care? I didn’t want him…but seeing him with a girl I wanted to punch in the face made it worse for some reason. I turned and started to walk off. Just as I did, my phone chimed, a text.

  “Who is that? Your old-as-fuck boyfriend?”

  My brows stitched then, my grip tightening around the phone as I glared at Brody. “How about you shut the hell up, Brody,” I growled.

  “Wait…she has a boyfriend?” Sophie asked.

  “It’s none of your fucking business.” I glared harder at him. I had read him all wrong. I thought he was better than this, but it turns out he was no different than any other guy who hated being rejected.

  Sophie ignored me and looked up at Brody. “What are you talking about? What boyfriend? I only ever saw her with you.”

  Brody shrugged it off and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “It’s nothing. She’s just not who I thought she was.”

  I turned my back to him, shoulders hunched as I walked away, but I still heard Sophie say, “Because she wouldn’t suck your cock? Who cares! I’ll do it for you. You know that.”

  So that’s what he’d told her? Wow. I wondered who else he might have told that lie to.

  My eyes burned as I rushed away from the locker room and across the field. I made it to my building in no time, but wasn’t up for the study session.

  I told the girls I would catch them after I grabbed some food, but I didn’t even go to do that. Instead, I showered, but while I was there, I kept fighting the tears. I wanted to blow up, I really did. I wanted to slap the shit out of Brody. He was telling people that we weren’t talking because I wouldn’t suck his cock? Really?

  As bad as that was, it was better than him going around telling people that he caught me with Cane.

  The next day, I got a text from Coach Carmen, asking me to meet her in her office. After my class, I went straight there. I knocked on her door and she called for me to come in.

  Her office was quaint. The walls were a pastel blue and her desk was piled with papers. An open laptop was on the middle of the desk and she was typing rapidly, until she caught sight of me. She stopped tapping her fingers, peering up through the glasses on the bridge of her nose.

  Coach Carmen was a pretty woman. Her brown hair was always in tight pin curls, her skin tan, and her eyes a stark blue. Though she was beautiful, she was also very intimidating. Not only from her height—she was a good six feet—but from the coldness of her eyes. I could tell a lot had happened to her in her life by her eyes alone. The way she stared always sent a chill through me, like she could read me like a book and knew everything I was trying hard to hide.

  “Jennings,” she greeted, gesturing to the chair on the opposite side of her desk. “Come in. Shut the door behind you.”

  I shut the door, walking to the cushioned chair and sliding my tote off my shoulder. Carmen had started typing again, looking through her spectacles. I ran a thumbnail over my cuticle, waiting for her to finish. When she finally did, she closed the laptop and then grabbed her iPhone.

  “Is everything okay, Coach?” I asked, sitting up higher in my chair.

  “I don’t know, Jennings. You tell me.” She cocked her head.

  “I’m confused…” I gave her an uncertain once-over. “Did I do something wrong?”

  She sighed and sat up straight, resting her elbows on the desk. She swiped left on her phone a few times, and then set it down on the desk, sliding the device toward me. “Can you tell me who he is and what that was about?”

  I frowned at her a bit before picking up the phone. When I saw what was on the screen, I held back a gasp. Holy shit. What! How?

  On the screen was me in Cane’s rental car, the night he dropped me off after leaving his hotel. He was holding my face and kissing me. Coach Carmen swiped left again and there was another picture of us, lip-locked.

  My heart galloped.

  “Well?” she asked, when I jerked myself back in my chair.

  “H-how did you get those?” I knew the answer, but I didn’t want to believe it. How could he do that? Why would he do that?

  “A teammate told me she was concerned about you. Said you might be trapped in a sticky situation…but from what I’m seeing, you seem perfectly content with this man and with what he was doing to you.” She pointed at the screen again, while my mind ran in circles. The only teammate I could think of that would do this was Sophie. It had to be her and Brody.

  “Who is this man?” Coach Carmen asked.

  “I—no one. Just a friend.”

  “Oh, really? Just a friend? An older friend that you kiss in the parking lot after curfew?” She sat back in her chair. How the hell would she know it was after curfew? She wasn’t there. That was proof that it was Brody. That ignorant son-of-a-bitch!

  “He came to campus to visit me, Coach Carmen,” I stated. “It was on a weekend. What I do during my free time shouldn’t be anyone’s concern.”


  “Well, on this team, we are like family, and I’m sorry Kandy, but this is unacceptable. Doesn’t matter if it was the weekend, you are still under the care of this school. This is an older man who came onto this campus with one of my athletes and was touching her. How do you think that makes me look? I’m sorry but I have to tell your parents.”

  “What? Why?” I asked rapidly, sitting up higher in my chair.

  “I don’t know who this man is, Kandy. For all I know, he could have preyed on you, tricked you into getting off campus. Things like this have happened to young girls like you. Maybe not at this university, but all over the world.”

  “He’s not just some stranger! I know him—I grew up with him!”

  By the way she’d narrowed her eyes, I realized I had said too much. “Grew up with him? And he touches you that way?”

  I wanted to scream. Why was this happening? Why would Brody and Sophie do this? All because I wanted Cane over him? Was he that ignorant and selfish?

  “You can’t tell my parents, Coach Carmen. I’m nineteen. This isn’t their business.”

  Carmen scoffed. “You kids really blow my mind! Just because you’re nineteen and considered an adult by law, it doesn’t mean you know what’s good for you. You may be out here on your own, but I expect better decisions to be made. Now, if you were doing this with another Notre Dame student, that would be different. But this is a fully-grown man who came onto campus and pulled a childish stunt. It’s not right, Kandy. And your teammate has a right to be concerned about this.”

  “My teammate shouldn’t be sharing pictures of me. That’s invasion of privacy.”

  “She did it to protect you.”

  “No, she did it to humiliate me! I know who did this, Coach Carmen! I’m not an idiot! Sophie wants to see me fall! She’s afraid I’m going to take her spot and be better than her!”

  Carmen shook her head, and let out a heavy sigh. “Look, Kandy. I am supposed to tell your parents. It’s what I am told to do by the school when something like this occurs. You are right about the activities you do during your free time being your own business, but when its brought onto campus that is a completely different story.”