Hot As Hell

by Vivian Wood

  She positioned herself at the little vanity table in the corner when the shower water turned off and pretended to write in a notebook.

  “Hi, Cade,” she said when he opened the bathroom door. A towel was wrapped loosely around his waist. “What are you doing in here?”

  Lily watched his eyes widen at the cheerleading uniform.

  “I, uh, I couldn’t sleep.”

  “Oh. You want to hang out or something?”

  “Actually, I thought maybe you could help.”

  “Sure. How?” He walked toward her and she turned in the little wooden chair to face him.

  “I can’t sleep because I keep thinking about you,” he said. She could see his hardness through the towel, inches from her mouth.

  “About me?”

  “Yeah. About you … in that little cheerleading uniform. You know, I’ve always wondered, what do you wear under that?”

  “I… I’m not supposed to tell.”

  “Oh?”

  “I mean… technically there’s this special underwear we’re supposed to wear? But I don’t like it.”

  “So what do you wear?”

  “You want me to show you?”

  “Show me.”

  She smiled up at him and spread her legs. The short material lifted to reveal her perfectly smooth skin. “Now you show me yours.”

  Cade let the towel drop to the floor. His cock sprung forward. It took all her willpower not to immediately bring him to her mouth.

  “Wow! I’ve never… I’ve never seen one before,” she said. “Can I touch it?”

  “I don’t know … you just turned eighteen, right?”

  “Last autumn.”

  “I guess it’s okay, then.”

  She gripped his base and felt her wetness spill onto the seat. “My brothers would kill me if they knew,” she said.

  “Then we better be quiet. You want to taste it?”

  “Like this?” She brought her tongue to his tip and heard him suck in his breath.

  “Yeah. That’s real good. You sure you’ve never done this before?”

  She shook her head. “But I’ve always thought about it. With you…”

  He bent down, scooped her up, and set her on the desk.

  “Hey, that’s my homework—”

  “Fuck your homework.” He entered her with ease and she immediately wrapped her legs around his.

  “Cade,” she started to moan.

  “Quiet, they’ll hear,” he said.

  She clamped her mouth shut and focused on the waves of pleasure that rolled through her with every thrust. The rough material of the uniform scratched against her skin.

  Cade pushed her legs up until she rested her feet on the edge of the desk. With her legs spread wide, he leaned back.

  “I want you to watch,” he said.

  They both looked down and took in the view of his cock as it slid into her. Cade’s thumb went to her clit, and as he started to rub she groaned. “You have to be quiet,” he reminded her.

  “Cade, come on—”

  “You don’t want to get grounded, do you?”

  “No,” she said with a grin.

  Cade stopped suddenly. “Do you hear something?”

  She lowered her voice. “Are you being serious?”

  “I think someone’s awake. Be quiet, come here.”

  He lifted her up and she bit her lip so she wouldn’t laugh. He carried her to the bed, lowered her gently, and got in beside her. As Cade spooned her from behind, he pulled the blanket over them.

  “Be still,” he said. “And don’t make a sound.”

  He kissed her neck from behind and let his hands travel beneath the top of the uniform. She delighted in the feel of his hands across her breasts.

  With her eyes closed and the scent of whatever detergent the dry cleaner had used back when she was in high school, she could almost believe it. Lily felt like she was a senior again, and that Cade was hanging out in the room next door.

  His hand moved to her thigh. Slowly, he hitched up the cheerleading skirt. She felt the press of his hard heat behind her. Lily lifted her top knee skyward and two of Cade’s fingers slipped inside her.

  “I’ve always wanted this,” he whispered into her ear. “I’ve always wanted you.”

  She opened her mouth to reply, but he slid his cock inside her and she gave a small moan instead. As he fucked her from behind, the heat built up beneath the covers.

  Cade had one hand on her clit, the other on her breasts, and somehow Lily was both eighteen years old again and in her twenties.

  “Tell me you’ve always wanted this, too,” he said.

  “I did. I do,” she moaned.

  “I see the way you look at me.”

  “What?”

  “You’ve always wanted me as much as I’ve wanted you.”

  “Yeah,” she said. “God, you’re going to make me come.”

  “Not yet,” he said into her neck. “Not yet.”

  Lily closed her eyes and let his voice and the feel of her uniform take her back to the first time she got herself off.

  She’d been eighteen and the pressure was so intense inside her, she had to find a release.

  Lily had taken the new vibrating toothbrush she’d gotten for Christmas and held it against her clit. The jolt of instant pleasure it gave her was mindblowing—and all she could picture was Cade’s face.

  “The first time I ever masturbated, I thought about you,” she said.

  Cade slowed. “Are you being serious? Or is this part of the game?”

  “Both.”

  “Tell me about it.” He started to fuck her faster.

  “It was in the spring, like now,” she said quietly. He pinched one of her nipples and she mewled. “You were a new recruit, you’d stopped by the house in your uniform. And it was just so fucking hot. I… I got my new toothbrush, the kind that vibrates.”

  “Yeah …”

  “And … I locked myself in my room. I didn’t know what I was doing, but … I held it to me. There,” she gasped as he flicked her clit in a new rhythm. “And I just… I thought of you.”

  “Keep going.”

  “When I got close, I put it in me.”

  “Yeah? You fucked yourself while you thought about me?”

  “Yeah,” she said. “Fuck, Cade, I’m close.”

  “Almost. Tell me how you made yourself come.”

  Lily let out a groan. It was getting hard to breathe underneath the blanket. “At first I was scared. I’d, you know, never… had anything in there before. But it felt so good.”

  “Tell me how hard you came.”

  “Really hard. I… everything was so wet.”

  “Just like you are now,” he said. “Tell me more.”

  “I said your name when I came.” She’d never even fully admitted that to herself before, but she remembered all of it. The surprise, the feeling of relief after years of the buildup. And then the disappointment that it wasn’t real.

  “How good did it feel?”

  “Amazing,” she said. He fucked her harder and she felt herself arrive at the edge. “I didn’t know it at the time, but … I wanted you to come in me. That’s all I wanted.”

  He let out a groan and she felt the rush of his release into her.

  “Cade,” she called out, and reached behind to keep him close. His orgasm rocketed into her and made her come against his cock.

  “Just like this,” she said.

  Cade kissed her neck and slowly rolled onto his back. She could smell the combined mixture of their sweat, sex, and the scent of her last year in high school all rolled up into one.

  “Hey,” Cade said. She turned to face him, and he grinned. “You think anyone heard?”

  She laughed and slapped his arm. Cade motioned for her to come closer, and she spooned into his chest.

  “I could do this all day,” she said.

  “Let’s do it. We both don’t work again until Tuesday, right?”

 
21

  Cade

  By the time morning came, Cade was sore and exhausted—yet it was still almost impossible to pry himself from her arms.

  “Do you really have to go?” Lily murmured, sleepy, into the pillow.

  “Unfortunately,” he said. “I have a day full of all kinds of things you’ll be jealous of.”

  She narrowed her eyes. “Like what?”

  “Oh, like go to therapy. Go home and put on some clean clothes. Wash the dishes.”

  She wrinkled her nose. “Sounds like a blast.”

  “Besides, don’t you work today?”

  “Yeah, the evening shift. And trust me, all anybody orders during that shift are slices of cake and espresso. Not exactly the most challenging of jobs.”

  He leaned down and kissed her. “I’m sure you’ll still knock it out of the park.”

  Lily buried herself further into the blankets while he stood up and pulled on his jeans. As he stepped outside, the morning fog still clung tight to the ground.

  Cade slipped into his denim jacket and raced down the stairs. He got a few looks from the guys in the mechanic shop and one thumbs-up. He nodded to them briefly and made a beeline for his car.

  “Hey! That your ride?” the guy who gave him a thumbs-up called.

  “Yeah…”

  “Nice. Bring it by any time if you want a tune-up.”

  “Thanks.” He felt a strange levity as the Mustang ushered him home. It was like his soul was lighter.

  It probably doesn’t hurt that for the past week I’ve had the most incredible, intense sex of my life followed by dreamless sleep, he reminded himself.

  It was better than exercise in that respect. Was the sleep so heavy because he was drained and exhausted, or was it something else?

  Cade pulled into the parking lot of his apartment and bounded up the steps. As he pulled out the keys, a neighbor from a few doors down ran past him with tears that streamed down her face.

  Shit. What was her name? Victoria? He couldn’t remember. Cade’s mouth dropped open in tandem with his keys that hit the welcome mat outside his door.

  “Hey!” He turned to watch a man barrel down the narrow passageway toward the woman.

  Cade heard the woman scream from behind him, and all he saw was red. It didn’t take much to intervene. All he had to do was take one outward step.

  “Get out the way, asshole,” the man said as he came to a halt in front of Cade’s barricade. “This doesn’t concern you.”

  The man was in his thirties, shorter than Cade. And his fists were already bundled up ready to attack.

  He heard the woman sniffle behind him, and watched as his own fist shot from his shoulder directly into the guy’s jaw. A perfect jab.

  “Oh my God!” the woman screamed as the man hit the floor.

  “What the hell?” the guy asked, astounded as he wiped the blood from his hand.

  He leapt up, powered by an unnatural kind of energy. Meth, coke, Cade didn’t know. But he could tell the guy felt no pain, only surprise at getting knocked to the ground.

  However, the guy didn’t know how to fight. He swung at Cade wildly and landed a weak fist on his shoulder. Cade bobbed out of the way and raised up with an uppercut to the other side of the man’s jaw.

  “Stop! Stop!” the woman yelled. “I’m gonna call the cops!”

  “You call the cops, you’re dead,” the man hollered at her. “You know what we got in there—”

  The man struggled to stand up straight, but was clearly disoriented. Blood poured from his lip onto the floor. Still, he lunged for Cade again and wrapped his arms around his waist.

  Cade bore his elbow into the man’s back and aimed for a kidney. He felt the wind get knocked out of the smaller man and watched as he crumpled to the floor.

  “You’re killing him!” the woman screamed. He felt her nails start to claw at his back.

  “You’re both fucking crazy,” the guy wheezed.

  He managed to get to his feet. Somehow, he pulled together whatever strength he had and bolted toward the parking lot.

  The woman had used the last of her strength to try and drag Cade off of him. When he turned to her, her face was red and blotchy. She gasped for air between her sobs.

  “Are you… are you okay?” He reached toward her to console her, but she jerked away from him. “Hey, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m… I’m sorry I lost it like that.”

  “It’s not your fault,” she said finally as the sobs began to slow. “He’s… he can get like that sometimes.”

  “Are you alright, thought? Did he hurt you?”

  She sniffed and attempted to straighten her shirt. “I’ve had worse.”

  “Do you want me to call the police? You should—”

  “Look, thank you. Alright? For intervening and all. But you should really mind your own goddamned business.”

  “Excuse me?”

  She stomped away from him, back to the apartment she’d flown out of. Cade followed behind, unsure of whether she was safe to go back in there.

  “Didn’t you hear what I just said?” She turned on her heels at the door. Her steely blue eyes shot up a wall between them. “Mind your own fucking business.” With that, she slammed the door in his face.

  “What the hell?” he asked quietly to the closed door. Cade slowly made his way to his own apartment.

  I have to get out of this neighborhood.

  As Cade turned on the water in his bathroom, he replayed what had just happened in his head.

  Was there anything different I should have done? I mean, the guy was clearly going to keep going like some kind of meth machine. No matter how Cade spun it, he didn’t know what else he was supposed to do. Let’s just add that to one of several past incidents of adjacent woman abuse.

  He shook his head as he splashed the lukewarm water on his face. It was too much, all of these incidents. Triggering, Dr. Hersh like to say. But he couldn’t help it. Every time he saw a woman being assaulted or attacked by a man, he was three years old all over again.

  “Mama?” He remembered searching for her throughout the house. It was close to Christmas, and for once his parents had put up a tree. It had big, multicolored lights on it. The kind meant for outdoors, but it was all they had.

  And beneath the tree? Three presents. One for each of them. Cade had spent days shaking his present and trying to figure out what it was. “Mama? Where are you?”

  “Go back to bed, Cade.” His mom’s voice was strong in the kitchen, but there was a whisper of a waver.

  He raced toward the kitchen where the bright lights shone overhead. “Mama! Is Santa coming—”

  He remembered how the words fell out of him when he walked into the kitchen. His dad, seemingly eight feet tall, stood over his mom with a belt in his hands.

  “Why don’t you ever listen to your mama?” his dad slurred.

  He staggered toward Cade, but nearly lost his balance. His dad grabbed for the heavy kitchen table to steady himself.

  “Cade, I said go back to bed.”

  His mom was crumpled on the floor and she held one hand over her right eye. Her lip was split and blood pooled in her collarbone.

  “Mama, you’re bleeding—”

  “I’m okay. I just… I fell when your daddy and I were playing.”

  “Hell, Dolores, how the hell long you gonna keep pampering this kid? Turning him into a goddamned faggot—”

  “Don’t—”

  His dad turned and slashed the belt across her head again. He heard the ring of where the metal belt hit her jaw.

  “Don’t you dare talk … talk back to me.”

  “Mama!” Cade cried.

  He wanted to run to her, but his legs were frozen. His mom swayed on the floor. She looked drunk, just like his dad. A noise erupted from her, scared and small like an animal. Suddenly, his legs started to work.

  He rushed at his father and dropped his blanket in the process.

  “Don’t hurt Mama,” he yell
ed. But when he ran against those tall legs, big and strong as tree trunks, his dad didn’t move. Instead, he laughed.

  “Well, looka that!” his dad said. “Maybe there’s a man in there after all.”

  Cade didn’t know why, and he didn’t like it, but those words brought a rush of pride through him. Then he felt the metal against his back. Any strength he had drained out of him and he fell to his knees. When he looked up, tears in his eyes, his dad smiled with the belt securely in his hand.

  “Might be a man in there,” his dad repeated. “But you still ain’t got nothin’ on me. You come at me again, boy, I’mma kill her. You hear me? I’mma kill your mama. And make you watch.”

  Cade pressed the towel firmly against his eyes at the memory. Every time. Every time he saw a woman getting abused, he was three years old again.

  As he got dressed, he remembered what Dr. Hersh had said about those techniques.

  Did I try breathing? Did I stop, remove myself from the situation? No—but was there even a chance to?

  What was he supposed to do? Just excuse himself while a woman was running for her life so he could take a leisurely stroll around the block?

  “Fucking Dr. Hersh,” he said. He slipped into some new jeans and pulled a t-shirt overhead.

  Yeah, those are great techniques when you’ve got all the time in the world. It was fucking stupid.

  Still. Maybe the next time he could do something, catch himself before he flew totally out of control. After all, he hadn’t needed to beat that guy as badly as he did.

  He clearly didn’t know how to fight, and he was high as hell. Would it really be that hard to disarm someone, even if all they had were their own fists, when they were in that kind of state?

  Cade mulled it over as he got into his car and headed toward his appointment. Maybe he could ask Dr. Hersh for some more realistic tips and techniques. After all, he couldn’t blame the doctor.

  Who the hell lived in the kind of place where men went running after their girlfriends, hellbent on beating them? Probably not Dr. Hersh. That didn’t really seem to be his scene.

  As Cade pulled up to the office, he realized he was early. He sat in the car and gripped the wheel tightly.

  Breathe. He counted to ten and focused on fully filling and emptying his lungs. By the time he finished the first round, he felt a bit lightheaded but also calmer.