Chapter 39 Chapter Thirty Nine
CANDY’S POV
I knew I fucked up the moment I stood to the side of my door to let the enemy into my apartment. I’d convinced myself that I was doing it for Peach and maybe if I put my sword down long enough, I can find a middle ground to work with but that’s a lie.
I knew it back then and I know it now too, hours after he’s left, leaving only his intoxicating scent behind to fuck with my senses and my lust for him.
He’d looked divine, as insanely handsome as I remember him with his full dark hair, piercing eyes and full lips that begged to be pressed against mine, his cologne messing with my head so bad I almost forgot why I was angry at him in the first place.
That has never happened with anyone in all my life, not even with the man I gave eight years of my life to but with Nikandr it’s always like an instant match to gasoline, setting me on fire for him.
I thought my hatred for him and all he represents will keep me safe this one time but I knew what a mistake that was the instant I gave in and opened my door for him. It didn’t help that he looked both sorry and sexy and a breadth away from pulling me roughly against him and doing the exact crazy things my body craves from him right now.
It won’t be for love or anything but God, is it so bad that I still want him as badly as I did in that hotel room the day I offered him myself on a platter, no strings attached?
Shit, this is bad, so bad.........
Closing my eyes, I let my fingers trail down my slick, naked body soaking in the tub, slowly in the same way I’d desperately wanted him to for no sane reason, my head thrown back against my bathtub in both shame and need.
He’s Peach’s man now, engaged or some bullshit like that but he was mine first.
I’ve not let myself look at anyone else since I got back, I haven’t had the time to or the place of mind to and every day since then, I’ve nearly lost my mind to wanting him, missing him, craving the things he showed that I could have......the possibilities of falling apart from nothing but raw pleasure.
And now he’s suddenly here, breaking our every rule and all I get is playing pretend with my fingers, pretending it makes up for half of what he can give me.
The palm of my left hand cups one of perky needy breasts arched above my bath water as my other hand disappears between my legs, grazing my needy clit begging for attention.
Fuck him, fuck him for doing this to me, reducing me to this with his stupid promising eyes and deep voice and scent that he left all over my living room by being in it.
Taking my nipple between my thumb and index finger, I pinch it so hard my back arches even harder......
“Shhh baby, let me help you......let me make it feel good.
I know I’m imagining him right now but he feels so real, so good.....God please save me.
His big hands take over mine and I fall into his care like it’s the most natural thing in the world, letting him possess me like I’ve always belonged to him.
“Fuck, I missed you. I missed having your taste in my mouth, coating my tongue with your juices.” He whispers against the shell of my ear as he kisses it, his big hand going around my neck the way only he knows how to make feel good, squeezing.
I can’t tell if he’s in the tub with me in this imagination or beside me because my tub definitely isn’t big enough to hold his bigger physique but the technicalities shouldn’t matter, right?
I just need to have an orgasm, to free myself from the torment of lusting after a man I can’t have because he’s not right for me in any way that matters.
“Stop thinking, focus on me.” He commands, forcing my attention back to his long, thick fingers grazing my pussy, my dripping arousal mixing with the water around me.
“It’s a shame I can’t eat you like the meal you are, my tongue sliding in and out of you while you clamp your thighs around my head.....yummy. Some other time, yeah?” He whispers.
“Don’t hold back.” He smirks as he feels me shudder in his arms, lifting my hips until I’m resting on his powerful, sculpted thighs, his thumb stroking the pulse at my neck gently.
“I hate you.....” I let out in a whisper, my mind honed in on his other thumb grazing my clit in a slow, unhurried pace that’s driving me to the brink of madness and back.
I try to grind myself hard against his hand to get him up to speed but he knows exactly what he’s doing.
Wait, I’m in charge here, he doesn’t get to call the shot in my own damn mind. Fuck him.
Without warning, I feel two of his fingers slide inside me as his thumb maintains pressure on my clit, stroking the sensitive numb exactly how I need him to.
Better.
His other hand is on my breast now, rolling my hard, pebbled nipples between his fingers, pinching it hard to elicit the kind of pain that floods you with so much pleasure it’s nearly impossible to contain.
Shit, this shouldn’t feel this good but fuck it does.
“Nik......Nik.” I moan, thrusting against the wicked rhythm of his curling fingers filling me up and stretching out my pussy.
“Louder baby girl, tell me what you want.”
“You.......I need you.”
Somehow, I end up under him, his thighs trapping mine as he leans over me, kissing and sucking on my throat as the pressure from his fingers increase, his thumb making a mess of my erect clit. He’s licking and sucking and biting at my super sensitive pulse point, his tongue pressing flat against my heated skin, suckling.
“Be a good girl and come for me.”
Fuck........,my legs tremble as my climax slams into me like a truck without control, engulfing my entire being. My head reels, his name repeatedly falling from my lips like a chant as I ride wave after wave of pure pleasure.
It’s nothing like what he would have given me if he’d really been here but months of starving, abstaining and craving has this feeling better than it has any right to.
His scent floods my nose from memory, heightening the climax and when it finally subsides, I fall in a slump into the tub without a care if the water splashes.
My knees and joints are weak and I’m fucking exhausted but it was worth it. My only regret is not being kissed by him, I wanted his mouth on mine so bad even though it’s just in my head but some part of me held back on that.
Slowly, I open my eyes, letting the shame and hatred and revulsion at what I just let myself do come on in full force but my eyes land on something that put an instant break on everything including my breath.
My body goes still, going cold.
“What are you doing here? Fuck am I hallucinating right now?”
I have to be because there’s no way Nikandr in all his stupid sexy glory is standing in the doorway of my bathroom right now, watching me with the most insane lust filled eyes.
Wait, did he.......there’s no way he.....God please no!!!
“I took your key card.” He says lazily, his voice deep and tight with something equal part exciting and scary.
“It was going to be my excuse to come see you tomorrow but I grew a fucking conscience halfway down and decided to be a gentleman and earn it instead. Came back to give you this.”
He pulls my card from his pocket and holds it up so I can see, his eyes never leaving mine.
“How long?” I squeak out, my face going tomato red from the embarrassment taking over my very soul.
“Long enough to nearly get in there with you, consequences be damned.”
Fuck me.
Before I can say anything, he gets off the doorframe, smiles wickedly and says,
“Good night angel, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
And then he walks out like he didn’t just watch me cum to my imaginations of him while screaming his name.