Chapter 14
Death would be too simple
CANDY
It didn’t matter that we were married. Or slept in the same bed. We weren’t intimate. At least hadn’t been in…forever.
So, at Nick’s suggestion, feelings resurfaced. Feelings I’d forgotten, like longing.
My body was crawling with desire, as if a million fire ants were covering me.
My center throbbed with want and impatience.
I needed him.
Bad.
It was an awful feeling to be dependent on someone, to need them in any sort of way, especially in the world in which we lived. Not to mention the knowledge that this was nothing more than a season—destined to pass.
Searching for something to tether me to the present and keep me balanced, steady, I moved my hands to my sides, using the piano to anchor me.
“You’re so fucking wet for me right now.
” His cocky confidence was only winding me tighter, making me want to defy him and clench my thighs.
That way, I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was spot on.
He typically was, that was the disgustingly sickening part.
And one of the many reasons I had fallen in love with him.
I snorted, ignoring the galloping of my heart. “Such a fragile ego that you need that knowledge.”
He stood in front of me, positioned right between my legs. Lower your head, Nick, and just get on with it already. “Not a single thing on me is fragile.” He gave me a once-over, wearing a satisfied smirk. “You should know that.”
Yes, I knew that. Just as I knew many other things. Like if he didn’t press his tongue on me soon, I was going to perish, and I would be taking him with me.
His eyes traced my body, traveling up and stopping on my face. My cheeks were burning, and I didn’t need to see my reflection to know that I was blushing. The smug look he wore was all the confirmation I needed. “Candy cane...”
God.
Why me?
Lately the nickname he had for me was coming up more than it had in recent times. In this very instant, it was only making me feel even more like a ticking time bomb than I already did.
I dropped my head in a dramatic way, groaning. “Ice skating doesn’t take that long, so any second now my—”
He found the bottom of my dress, gripping the seam that ran up the side, and pulled. The sound of the fabric ripping, splitting, consumed me, filling the air faster than smoke from a fire.
Like most things with Nick, the haute couture piece was collateral damage.
He slapped his hands on my thighs, letting them roam up carefully, slowly. The slight sting from his abrupt landing was subsiding, which was a real shame because it was the only thing making me forget about the ache between my legs.
His thumb grazed my clit over my panties, and my head popped up so fast, I got a little lightheaded. Maybe that was from the teasing he was doing. The pad of his thumb stroked me in an upward motion once, twice, three times, before finally he nudged my legs further open with his elbows.
“Your panties are stained.” His voice was rough, his eyes darkening with an intense desire that was rare these days. It was carnal and needy. It was also demanding and controlling.
I sighed loud enough for his eyes to snap toward me, connecting with mine.
The corners of his lips tilted up as he stared into my eyes, soulfully, wickedly.
It was like he could see right through me, which terrified me as much as it thrilled me.
I’d never felt so alive as I did when he was touching me, gazing at me the way he was.
“It’s been way too fucking long since I’ve had my fill of you,” he said, my ears ringing endlessly as my pulse quickened.
Was it even possible to want something as much as I wanted him?
I shouldn’t have wanted him. I couldn’t afford to. Not when—
Nick pushed my ruined dress aside, drew my panties down and disposed of them on the floor as quick as a cheetah.
He broke eye contact to bend down, his head right where I had wanted to shove it from the very beginning, urging him on.
Although, it wouldn’t have done me any good because Nick liked to be in control.
He wasn’t spiteful, but he was enjoying knowing that I was squirming inside, crazy with desire for him. Like a feral beast, it made him feel more…powerful.
My chest tightened, rising and falling with every forced breath I took.
He blew lazily on my clit, the hot, taunting air making me wrap my legs around him and nail him in the back with my heels.
“You’re killing me,” I noted past the frog in my throat, my voice coming out as a raspy whisper.
“No,” he replied sternly, and without notice, plunged two fingers into me.
I cried out, a shrill sound escaping me as he spread me all at once.
Needing more, I began chasing my own pleasure, trying to grind against him and get this over with so I could feel ecstasy and bid farewell to this moment.
Heaven forbid I got my way. Ever.
When it came to Nick, it was his way or the highway. Well, I would have liked it to be a highway that I could have driven his car off of and watched him go down for making me wait an insufferable amount of time.
“Death would be too simple of an escape for you,” Nick said, expanding on his no before he couldn’t talk anymore because he put his mouth to work.
Still working me with both fingers, pumping in and out at an increasingly disdainful pace, he clamped his mouth on my clit, sucking before switching to nipping the sensitive skin.
His teeth. His…teeth. They were incredible.
His teeth were on me with just enough force that my muscles began to tighten, my body feeling like it was in knots, being tied up more and more and more.
I bit down on my lower lip to contain my excitement. The last thing he needed was to be cheered on. My arousal was enough of an indication that he was giving me everything I needed to want to curl my hands into fists.
I wasn’t sure when he’d decided to change tactics, but I didn’t care. About much, generally, but especially about that right now. I didn’t care how he did it, just that he made me orgasm.
He held my folds open with his fingers, a chill hitting me. It didn’t last long, though, because he quickly warmed me with his tongue as he pushed it so deep inside me that I mewled. Loud. Louder than I wanted to be the case.
The way he feasted on me, the sound bounced from the walls and hit me square in the chest. My hands grew sweaty, my fingers nearly losing all sensation as I pressed into the top of the piano with a ridiculous amount of force.
“Aren’t you going to ask if I’m almost there?” I should have gotten an award for having the ability to string together words.
He lifted his head up and drove two fingers back inside me, pumping gently as he answered my question. “I know you better than you think I do.”
“It’s going to take a lot more than—”
He pressed his tongue on my clit and stroked before using his teeth and applying just enough pressure to send me over the edge. My toes curled, my breathing became erratic, my chest heaving as strangled air came out.
It felt like the world went dark and was spinning, never stopping.
By the time I came down from my high, Nick was sitting with his legs apart, his eyes intent on me. His lips were back on the rim of that ridiculous glass of whiskey, but even with that, I could tell he was smirking. It reached the corners of his eyes as he tipped the glass and took a sip.
“That was nice,” I said, seemingly unfazed by everything. It was just a climax, and now it was over. I’d remember it fondly.
“Whatever you say.”
I got down, trying my best to fix my dress as much as possible with the annoying tear that he had made. Then I bent down carefully and retrieved my panties. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to shower and change.”
He gestured with his hand that he wasn’t stopping me. “Feel free not to involve me when the gallery comes. You can select the photo that you’ll print on those cards without me.”
Just as always. He didn’t honestly think I was delusional enough to believe that orgasm changed anything, did he?