Incandescent (7 page)

“Get on the bed,” I order, removing my fingers and stepping back. Mumbling her annoyance, she walks to the bed, crawling to the center. The sight of her on her knees has me following her close behind. She turns and lays flat, her knees coming up, bent and closed together. I pull back and press my hands to her knees, spreading her wide. Moving down her body, the overpowering urge to taste her has my head between her legs. I calm my breathing; I don’t need to blow my load before taking her. Reaching up, I pull her panties straight down, not slowly or delicately, but roughly. She looks down her body to me, her cheeks flushed with arousal as I inhale her sweet musky scent. Running my nose along her seam, I lightly touch her center, tormenting her with feather-like touches. God, she tastes amazing.

“Quit teasing me,” she breathes out. I ignore her request even though the sound of her bossy, sexed-up voice goes straight to my cock. Instead, I run my tongue along all the places that won’t take her over the edge, teasing and savoring her taste. If I only have one night, I’m gonna fucking enjoy it. Her hand comes down, ready to reach the spot herself, but I grab her around the wrist, capturing it before she makes contact.

“Hands above your head,” I demand. As much as I would love to watch her play with herself, I just don’t think I’ll be able to keep myself in check right now.

“Fuck off, Nix. Just give me your mouth,” she spits out, her impatience coming through. I have to admit, I’m beginning to like every side to Kadence, but her feisty side? Fuck, it could undo me.

“Kadence, I’m not going to tell you again, put your fuckin’ hands over your head, or you ain’t getting my tongue.” She huffs out her frustration as I blow my warm breath to her center.

“Fucking asshole,” she hisses between clenched teeth, but I only smile at her frustration. She’s just where I want her.

“I already told you, babe; I love it when you talk dirty to me.” I add more pressure, and she calls out. Her hand comes down again and grabs my hair, the slight sting going straight to my throbbing cock.

“Hands, Kadence,” I warn again directly into her sweet pussy, and she immediately obeys. Grinning into her dark haven, I award her with more pressure. Her hips reply, pushing into my face as I run the flat of my tongue up her middle.

“Fuck, honey.” Her voice is hoarse as she nears her release. My tongue flicks harder, faster as I insert a finger, hooking it to find her G-spot. Her legs seize up, locking around my ears, and I know I’ve found the right spot. I feel her body tense, her orgasm closing in. As much as I want to take her over this very second, I want to feel her tighten around me, hugging me when I first make her come. I slow my movements, pulling my finger out from inside her.

“What the hell?” she pants, confused that I just stopped. “You rotten asshole!” She kicks at me as I stand to drop my pants. My neglected cock springs free, glad to be let out and begging to be deep inside of her.

“Kadence, I wanna bury myself deep in that tight little pussy the first time you come,” I tell her, as I lean over and pull out a condom from the bedside drawer. Ripping it open with my teeth, I take my cock in my hand and stroke it a few times to soothe the ache. Her eyes shine in appreciation at each rough caress. Watching Kadence watch me, I roll the condom on and climb back between her legs. Lining myself up at the apex of her thighs, I lazily rub the head through her wetness.

“You’re an asshole,” she complains when I keep teasing her. I’m not trying to tease her; I’m trying to calm my raging thoughts of fucking her within an inch of her life.

“I don’t know how long I’m gonna last, Kadence. You’ve got me so wound up,” I admit. The taste of her covering my tongue and the sight of her laying underneath has me hanging on by a thread.

“Just fuck me, would you?” She hooks her feet behind me, greedy for me to fill her.

“Kadence,” I growl as I ease myself inside of her. Jesus, I feel like I just found home. I try to switch my mind off and not surrender to the need of losing control and planting myself balls deep.

I draw out, and then inch my way in further, building momentum each time I slide into her heat. Her knees move up to accommodate me.

"Harder." Her breath comes out raw, her eyes burning with need. My speed picks up. I’m more than happy to meet her demands as I begin to pound into her. I feel my restraint slowly slipping as she comes up to meet each thrust. The sound of our bodies colliding, the soft whimpers leaving her mouth, all drive me forward, spiraling me into my sexual nirvana.

“Harder, Nix,” she complains and my body responds as my movements become harsh, taking her the way I want to take her. “Yes,” she cries out, receiving all that I give her while still begging for more. Fuck, I’m starting to suspect I’ve met my match.

Reaching down between us, I find her clit and flick it hard, worrying that I’m not gonna get her there before I blow my load. “Fuck, so tight,” I grunt out with each thrust. “I could fuckin’ live in here.” I grind my hips harder into her. Her body responds to my dirty words like I knew she would.

“See how good you feel?” I urge as she arches to meet each powerful thrust. She gasps when I pound my hips harder into her.

“Fuck, my cock is never gonna get enough,” I admit, the words leaving my mouth before I can sensor it. It’s the truth. The feelings of never having her again make my body hum in frustration.

Her snugness is too much for my worked up state. Her soft cries of pleasure come out louder, letting me know she’s close. I try to think of something, anything other than the tightness of her pussy milking me.

“Fuck, I can’t hold it.” Her deep confession is all I need.

“Come,” I demand as she tightens around me. My eyes follow her hands as she grabs her tits, squeezing the tight little nipples between her fingers and screaming out her release, thrashing below me. A red flush floats across her neck and chest, her orgasm evident on her skin. The sight of it takes me over. Letting go, I feel my balls tense up, and a sensation run through me as I continue to pound into her, thrusting once, twice, and then a third time before exploding inside of her with a deep groan.

“Fuck me,” I get out, between breaths.

“I just did,” she jokes and I look down, leaning my forehead to hers. A light sheen of sweat over hers mixes with mine.

“Fuck,” I say again. It seems like I’ve lost some brain cells or she just fucked them out of me. My breathing takes a while to come back to normal, so I stay buried inside of her.

She lays quietly, watching me closely, a comfortable silence between us. Her neck and chest still show signs of the red rash that I watched spread across her chest. I thought watching her get fired up was beautiful. Boy was I wrong. Her lying under me, her eyes softened after an intense orgasm, there isn’t anything more beautiful. I run my fingers along the blush. “Fuck, you lit right up for me,” I say and watch a new blush cover her cheeks.

“Don’t go shy on me. It was so fuckin’ hot. I wanna see it again,” I tell her as I slowly pull out of her warmth, my body fighting the urge to stay planted. Leaning down, I take Kadence’s mouth one more time, the kiss gentle but still hungry. Taking care of business, I take myself to the bathroom, telling her to stay where she is. If our first time is anything to go by, there is no way I’m letting her out of my sight.

Washing my hands, I grab a clean washcloth and wet it down. Never in my life have I taken care of a woman like this, but the impulse to look after her is too much to neglect. Walking back out, I see her sitting up on the side of the bed, her panties in place as she reaches for her jeans and straightens them out.

“What are you doing?” I ask, confused, considering I just told her to stay put. I am nowhere near ready for her to be gone, and if she thinks she’s leaving, she has another thing coming.

“I should get going,” she explains, picking up her denim jeans. Walking back over to the bed, I snatch them from her hands and throw them across the room.

“Nix!”

“No way in hell am I finished with you, woman,” I smirk, pushing her back to the bed. She yelps as I land on top of her, her face loses the uncertainty, and her legs come around me, hugging me closer.

“You think you’ve got it in you to go again?” she challenges in her sassy tone.

“Kadence, that was just a starter.”

“Well, if that’s the starter, I can’t wait for dessert.” She smiles her fucking beautiful smile.

Yep, no fucking way I’m finished with her.

Kadence

W
hy did I have sex with him? I sit here wanting to curl up and die.
Because you listened to your vagina
.

Five days after the most amazing sex of my life, I regret every second of it
. Okay maybe not the orgasms; those I would never regret.
Why for the life of me I thought things would be fine I have no idea, but now, I’m about to endure the most uncomfortable situation known to mankind and I only have myself to blame.
Stupid woman, Kadence.

A knock at my door brings me from my thoughts, and I stand ready to come face to face with Z’s mother, Addison Knight, and her ex-husband. The same man, who only five nights ago, was bringing me to the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced.

Fucking kill me now.

“Hello, Ms. Knight,” I say, coming around from the desk, hoping I don’t break out in a panic attack. “I’m Miss Turner.” Her bright blue eyes size me up, and in one second, I feel reduced in her gaze. Her curvy figure, long legs and straight blonde hair are the complete and total opposite to me. I’m not a self-conscious person, other than my scar. I know I’m not ugly, but standing next to this tall, beautiful woman, it's like she just handed me a cup of self-doubt and forced me to drink from it.

She nods briefly, barely giving me her attention, looking around the room before taking a seat.

“My husband will be here in a moment,” she states only to remind me of my mistake again. Oh, God, did she just say what I think she did? I try not to let the panic that’s building on the inside show at hearing her call him her husband. What if they’re not even divorced? How could I be so stupid? I can’t even think about that right now. I need to keep myself composed and ready to see him again. Shaking it off, so I don’t have a meltdown, I nod and walk back around my desk, wanting to have some space between myself and the soon-to-be-present Mr. Knight. I knew he was coming tonight. When I sent home a note for the meeting, Z returned it saying both his parents would be attending. I’ve had the whole day to process the situation and how I got myself into it. Asking myself over a thousand times why I would do such a foolish thing, for the life of me I can’t give myself a perfectly honest answer
. Except that I wanted him. I still do. Shit.

The sound of his motorcycle boots on the vinyl floor again warns me of his presence, the tap on the door verifying he’s here

“Hey, baby,” Ms. Knight calls to him as he walks straight past her and sits down in front of my desk. He flat out ignores her and only has eyes for me. Bright green eyes, full of anger and questions
. Oh, shit, he’s pissed that I left
.

“Hello, Mr. Knight.” I smile at him like the professional I am.

I can do this; just don’t think about his head between your legs, Kadence.

His eyes narrow more and his tongue comes out to swipe his lower lip, reminding me how well he knows how to use it. Fuck, how am I not supposed to think about how many times that tongue made me come? I swallow past the uneasiness I feel having him in front of me.

“Miss Turner,” he drawls, and if I didn’t know he was angry, I would now with the way he speaks my name.

Steeling myself to talk, I focus my attention to Zayden’s mom. She’s oblivious of the tension between Nix and me, too busy looking at her phone. “Thank you both for seeing me tonight.” I smile, wishing it to be over with already. “I called you both here to discuss my concern regarding Z’s behavior.”

“Zayden.” Ms. Knight’s head snaps up, her voice lashing out like a pissed-off momma.

“Sorry?” I look at her confused, wondering why she just barked his name back at me.

“His name is Zayden, not Z,” she spits out. I didn’t even realize I called him Z. Most of the kids in class call him Z, and after spending the night with Nix, I can’t help but call him that.

“Don’t fuckin' start, Addison,” Nix speaks, his voice tightly controlled with anger. Still not looking her way, his eyes are firmly on me, silently claiming whatever it is he has to say. No doubt I’ll be hearing it soon.

“His name is Zayden, Nix. Only his family calls him Z,” she states, and I have to give it to her. She is a bitch, and I don’t say that lightly. Jesus Christ.

“No, that’s fine,” I reply, dismissing her drama. Nix’s brows furrow more, and for a brief moment, I think he must have a headache.
No, forget it. You know he’s pissed at you, Kadence..

I’m not going to lie; our night together was intense, more than intense. It was fierce and passionate, and most alarming of all, it felt right. I’ve had lovers who I would say were great, but Nix? He consumed me and exceeded my expectations, and then ruined me.

After the first time, Nix made sure he looked after me repeatedly. We both cut the bullshit bickering. Even though that part of our attraction is fun, it was as if we had finally found a level ground. I finally started to relax and we opened up to each other more. Since my accident, I have always kept myself covered, especially when being intimate. The one other person I’ve been with since the accident never argued with my request to turn the lights out or keep my clothes on. Even alone in the safety of my own bed, I’ve kept myself shielded. Until Nix. I knew he would push the issue. I saw it in his eyes when I asked him to turn the light off. He’s not the type of man to back down. So instead of pushing him away and hiding myself, I sucked it up and exposed the one piece of myself I don't like people to see.

For one night, I allowed him to see my scarred body. I laid bare the ugliness that I keep hidden, the disfigured part of me that no matter what I say, no matter what I do, will always stare back at me, reminding me that I’ll never be the same woman I was.