by Leah Holt
My hands fisted her hair, tugging with force. Pushing myself in deeper, I broke the threshold of her gag reflex. Fucking her face, she slurped every inch, grinding her pussy against her hand.
I watched her slip her fingers into the delicate folds of her wet center, swirling up and over her needy button, her mouth moaning against my cock.
Damn, this is fucking hot. She can't get off before I get to her, I won't have that.
My balls pulled tight against me, cock enlarging with each thrust. Quickly I pulled out, I wasn't ready to cum. Her lips were magic, but I wanted her cunt.
Glancing down, she slowly wiped her fingers over her lips, tasting her own juice. It was the hottest fucking thing I'd ever seen, and if I didn't slam my dick into her right then... She was going to wear me all over her face.
Forcing her shoulders to the bed, I tore her panties down over her knees, tossing them to the side. Her glistening pussy was calling my name, screaming for me to fuck it.
Reaching over to my jeans, I pulled the condom from my wallet, tearing it open in one quick rip.
“Let me,” she hissed, ripping the sheath from my hand. Squeezing the base, she rolled it slowly over my engorged dick. Her back arched off the bed, hips tilting up, as she guided my cock to her cunt.
The heat purged off her wet lips, radiating towards my skin. I was aching to feel her, and there was no doubt in my mind she felt the same. The flower before me bloomed, her hips spreading wider, fingers gripping the sheet.
Sinking into her warm, pink center, a long, drawn out moan exploded off her tongue. Her head fell back, nails reaching up to tear into my arms. Panting in my ear she said, “God, Quinn, fuck me.”
That was all I needed, like an animal, I ravaged her. Pounding against her soaked pussy, her ass raised in unison with each thrust. Grinding ferociously inside, her cunt milked my muscle, gripping tighter and tighter the deeper I went.
Cadence was breathing hard, every inhale sounded melodic in my ears. It was like she had to remind herself to take in air, her chest rising and falling with need.
My belly began to warm, flutters grabbing at my balls, drawing them in taut. I was ready to explode. But I wasn't going to get off before her, no way in hell.
Slowing my pace, Cadence screamed, “Harder! Don't stop, don't stop, Quinn!” Each word was laced with muffled growls, purring from a deep forbidden place.
She was right there, right on the edge with me. Thrusting faster, my cock drove deeper, hitting her lower belly. I felt her thighs pulsing violently as they squeezed around my waist, crushing my hips.
I felt her come, the way her hips rolled beneath me, and her body gave way with her scream. The warm juice slicked the base of my cock, her head rolled, fingers scratching down my back.
Closing my eyes, the fire coated my brain, my thick cum shooting into the condom, filling it to the brim. A long, gritty growl drummed out of my lips, sweat trickling down my temples.
Sliding out, I gazed down on her beauty. Her skin flushed red, a light sheen draping over her flesh, and making her skin sparkle.
Short pants expelled from her mouth. Drawing a hand over her chest, and down to her belly, she smiled playfully. “Wow.” The words carried out on light air, her whisper hanging in my ears with gratification.
Falling to my side, I rested my head on my hand, stroking her hair back with my injured fingertips. She was by far the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on.
I knew then and there I would do anything to protect her, to keep her safe.
This feels different, I don't want to run away from her. I want to stay here.
Next to Cadence, breathing the same air...
It feels—right.
The feeling surged through my body, hitting my chest like a thousand pounds. Normally, I'd have just taken what I wanted and walked back out that door; but she had a force wrapped around me that I couldn't break.
And I didn't want to.
Tilting her head to my gaze, a tight grimace perched on her face.
“What's wrong?” I asked, twirling a lock of her hair. “That's not the face I'd expect to see after sex like that.” Crinkling my brows, I tugged the strand gently.
“You can't stay, my father will be home soon.” Her eyes fell, the bright blue now a gray as the life was sucked from inside. “He'll kill you if he finds you here.” Widening her stare, she spoke with certainty. “And I'm not exaggerating that, he will.”
On reflex, my fist clenched tight. He can try, but he'll never kill me.
“Why does he have so much control over you? He's a bastard, that's obvious enough.” The muscles in my face went taut, the tension putting pressure over my temples.
Her hands drifted over her head, thumping down onto the bed like dead weight. “We're all each other has, you don't walk out on your family.” Shifting her head, she eyed the small nightstand next to her bed.
“But he treats you like shit, if he cared about you, he wouldn't let guys like Nico talk to you the way he did. He's got no fucking balls, he doesn't deserve you for a daughter.”
Anger began to bubble below my skin, I wanted to take her away, save her from the hell her father bound her in. She had to see him for who he was, just from what she had said, she knew he was a dick too.
And yet she stayed, standing by his side, a marionette under his hands.
“Look, I have my reasons for being here... It's a promise I gave to him, to...” Her voice trailed off as she spoke, falling away into a thought. “It's a promise that's no different than yours.”
“No, no way. This isn't the same, he isn't here for you and that's—”
“Don't go casting judgment,” she snapped, her demeanor changing as she grew hot and tempered. I knew I had hit a sore spot, it ran deep, deeper than she might want to admit.
“You don't know shit about what he's been through or what I've been through!” Sitting up straight, she glared at me over her shoulder, eyes slit tight. “I know he's not perfect, I know things aren't how they should be. But he is my father, and this is the hand I was dealt.” Turning to face me straight on, her hair whipped over her shoulders, falling weightlessly onto her chest. “What about you, huh, Mr. high and mighty? Why don't you explain the reason you shouldn't fight?”
“It doesn't matter.” Squeezing my jaw, I bit the inside of my cheek.
“It doesn't? How ironic, but you stepped into the ring tonight, didn't seem to me like it was that hard of a decision. But I'm sure my dad had nothing to do with that, right?” The piercing accusation stabbed, twisting it's thin blade in my gut.
“I told you, I only went to see you. That wasn't a lie, I didn't know the 'Macro' was going to call me out. I'm not supposed to fight anymore, I only did it because I was forced to.”
I should have spilled my guts, told her the truth. But it was hard to put those words in motion. I didn't want to push her away, I wanted to keep her close, right beside me.
I watched her shoulders slump forward, eyes saying everything she couldn't. “You need to go, my dad's going to be home soon.” Her head hung low, fingers rolling the empty wrapper in her palm.
“Cadence, I want to tell you about me, all about me, I do. But I can't force it.” Reaching my hand up, I gently floated my fingers over her shoulder.
“He sees you as one of his fighters now, you know that, right? If my dad finds out...”
“I'm not one of his fighters. He doesn't have to know, this can be just for us. Everyone deserves something just for themselves.” Brushing my lips across her skin, she was still warm from our steamy encounter. A sleek smile rose across her cheeks, her face softening.
I wasn't going to lose this woman because of the asshole who tried to chain her to him and him alone.
I had staked my claim on her, even if she didn't know it yet.
There was no way in hell he was going to keep me from getting what was mine.
Chapter Eight
Cadence
Grabbing my pillow tightly, I e
xpected to wake up to a smile painted across my face. My skin should have been glowing and drowning in the sinful, yet satisfying night I had.
I wanted my nerves to blister with fireworks inside the sinew, and for once—just once—I wanted to feel normal. Like I was a normal girl, living a reckless life like every other girl my age.
Instead, my chest ached, a heavy weight sat on my ribs, and my head was pounding with an anxious beat.
I knew what I was feeling, what was creating such discomfort with each inhale.
Fear.
What if my dad found out about what I did?
What we did...
In my bed; in HIS house.
My stomach churned like it was being twisted violently, the taste of vomit rested on the back of my tongue.
Fuck!
Maybe he wouldn't find out, and it would just stay our secret.
Our dirty little secret... meant for just Quinn and myself.
The way he touched my body, the way he looked into my eyes...
Just the memory itself was enough to make my knees shake again, and my belly tense. Burying my face into the pillow, I let out a guttural scream. My head fell against the soft feathers packed inside, and I tried desperately to regain control of my nerves.
The aroma of coffee seeped into my room, pulling me down from my high. Pushing up with one hand, I tossed my feet over the edge and slid them into the pink fuzzy slippers next to my bed.
My hair was tousled, the long locks rising in wild wisps. Using my hand, I tried to brush them down, but it was useless. The frizzy mess stayed full and lifelike, wishfully reaching for the sky.
Giving up on the rats nest that was my hair, I grabbed the robe off my door, throwing it around my shoulders. Opening the door, I followed the scent into the kitchen.
Hiding behind a book, my father's eyes drifted up. His lips a thin vein across his face, a single wrinkle set high on his forehead.
“Morning,” I said, pulling a mug from the cupboard.
Laying the book down, his hands folded across the top. “What happened to you last night?” he asked, his expression mirroring a porcelain doll; piercing, flat eyes, frozen mouth set across a motionless surface, and not one emotion to read.
“I left early.” I tried to remain calm and act natural. Glancing down at my cup of coffee, the liquid vibrated inside as my hand shook nervously.
“Is that so?” My father's skin began to flush red, the large vein next to his temple slowly pulsed, enlarging with each beat.
“Yeah. After what happened... I had enough, I didn't want to be there anymore.” My spine firmed with the small set of balls I had pulled from my stomach.
I'd already put up with a lot of his shit over the years.
Last night, well, it pushed me over the edge. He threw Quinn into the lion's domain, not truly knowing how it would turn out.
My dad, he had a heart made of stone, a soul that was blacker than hell itself. If Quinn had died there in that ring, my father wouldn't have given two shits.
He would have used it as another opportunity to cash out, bring in more eyes with deeper pockets.
“You don't get to decide that!” His fist fell heavy onto the table, teeth slightly shining behind his flexed lip.
A tremor ceased my muscles, the cup jolting in my hand, sloshing hot coffee onto my wrist. I stood silent, waiting for him to continue. He wasn't done his barrage of anger, there were more insults he was going to throw at me.
He stared at me with a wide open gaze, the darkness of his iris' overtaking his brown eyes. “I watched you leave, I watched you leave with him. You don't get to make friends with my fighters, you know that's the rule.”
Despite every instinct I had to keep my mouth shut, let my words fester in the back of my throat and never form, this time they spilled like water. “He's not your fighter. Quinn, he doesn't work for you.”
My father's eyes lit with excitement, but not in a playful manner. His face read loud and clear to me, saying, “Oh is that what you think?”
The corrugated muscles of his cheeks displaced with a smile. “He fought last night for me didn't he? So, that makes him mine.” Tapping the book with his thumbs, he snidely said, “Which makes him out of your reach... And you out of his.”
Flushing blood-red, the heat coated my brain, melting over every nerve through my body. “You can't do that. He didn't agree to work for you,” I muttered through gritted teeth.
A growl of laughter filtered out, his stomach rising and falling as he chuckled. “My dear, have I taught you nothing? Quinn, he will be working for me. I can make sure of that now. Thanks to you.”
What did he say? Does he know?
No. No way, Quinn left before he got home.
“What are you talking about? You can't force him to.” Flaring my nostrils, I slammed the mug down on the counter.
“I saw how he looked at you, and how you looked at him.” Pressing back from the table, he walked into the kitchen, his face floating mere inches from mine. The nauseating smell of eggs and coffee wafted over me as he spoke. “I've got him in my grasp now, and if he still says no...” Inhaling a loud slick breath, the wind whistled through his lips. “Well, let's just hope he doesn't.” His hand draped over my hair, leaning in he kissed my cheek as he grabbed his keys and walked out the door.
Ugh, this man is sick!
How can I call him my father?
What the fuck is he planning? What the hell is talking about?
My head was a whirlwind of questions. Standing alone in the kitchen, his last words rode my lungs with choler, the petulant feelings tearing at my insides.
I wished I didn't harbor this guilt, this empty emotion of wanting to change my dad, the feeling like I owed him hanging over my head.
As much as I knew my mother's death wasn't my fault, I guess I've always tried to earn his love.
Show him I'm here for him too, even if she's not anymore.
I wanted him to see me as his daughter, and nothing else.
This was too much for me to process, and I didn't want to think about my dad anymore, or what he said. Pushing him from my thoughts, I pulled Quinn in his place, letting myself fall back to last night.
My father was gone, I was alone, and I definitely needed to focus on better things, sexier things, the wet dreams of my reality.
What I needed was a shower, a long, hot shower.
Turning the handle for the water, it fell across my wrist as I waited for it to be steaming hot. Wiping the fog from the mirror, Quinn's face reflected behind my image.
I couldn't get him out of my fucking head.
His unassailable muscles flooded with ink, their feel against my skin; I wanted more, I needed more.
Bringing my hand over the back of my neck, I pulled it down over my collar bone, floating it over my breasts.
God, I want him again. He felt perfect inside my pussy, and knew just how to touch me.
My fingers crawled down to the warming mound below, softly pressing into the seam. Stepping into the tub, the heat of the shower mimicked the heat growing in my belly, a tender need for him glazing my sex.
What is it about him that drives me fucking wild?
I never expected to be pulled in so quickly by a man like him. The guys in my past all seemed to replicate who he was; So why is he different?
There was a force that drove me to him, a thick rope that tied my desire to his waist, and to his hard cock. But Quinn had a tender side, a caring side, a piece of him that was softer than the rest.
And I loved it.
Bending into the water, its tiny fingers massaged my skin. Letting my head fall back, my eyes closed tight as it washed over my face.
The warmth blanketed every inch as I pictured him, the strong hands that caressed my body with such wanton need, and the lust-filled eyes that ate up my flesh with every blink.
Pretending my hands were his, I walked my fingers over my blushing skin. Twirling my nipples gently, my lips pressed tighter
together as a light moan hit the back of my throat.
Making my way closer, I pressed in with one finger, the heat of last nights passion filling my pussy. I was soaking wet, and it wasn't from the shower.
Pressing my back against the cool tile, one leg lifted to the edge of the tub, my finger flicking across the delicate button. Swelling with desire, my clit tingled, the sensation forcing its way into my belly.
The water streamed down with force, dulling any noises around me. I was cradled in the arms of my imagination, and it was a comforting place to be.
Facing into the wetness, it hit my nipples turning them stiff, pinching with my thumb and forefinger, sparks flashed behind my lids.
God, he felt so good inside me. Thick and hard, he filled me perfectly.
The sudden feel of hands over my shoulders sent me into shock, a loud scream roared out, bursting from inside. Turning sharply, I was hit with surprise.
“What are you doing here?” The words gushed out in confusion. Wrinkling my nose, I had to rub my eyes. Quinn was standing naked, with a full blown hard-on behind me.
“I wasn't finished with you last night. I needed more.” He stepped closer, the water cascading over his chest, ink shining like it was freshly penned into his skin. “And by the looks of it, you needed more too.”
My jaw fell open, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “How did you get in?” Dragging my nails through my hair, my eyes grew wide with fear. “Oh shit, my dad—what if he comes back?”
Grabbing my hips, he forcefully tugged me in. “Don't worry, I watched him climb into a cab, he'll be gone long enough.” Bringing his lips to my shoulder, his hair dampened beneath the water. “Enough about him, I'm here for you.”
Pressing my breasts against his chest, his hands dug into my curves. Arching my spine, he drew rough kisses over my collar bone. His teeth gently scraped my flesh, each bite sending waves of electricity to my brain.
Gasping between breaths, I scraped my nails down his back, the ripples smooth and flexing as he leaned in.
Lifting his eyes to mine, hunger sat on the iced surfaces. “I haven't stopped thinking about you since I closed that door behind me last night.” The softness of his lips were velvet against my body.