NICOLE
MADE THE MISTAKE OF TOUCHIN YOU.
Whatever guilt that had eaten me for the past few minutes dissipated into thin air as I glanced at the man in front of me.
His gaze unwavering, his dark eyes closed in on me, I felt weak and intimidated. He was mere inches from me and I could smell his aftershave as well as his scent of musk and exotic spice and sex.
Oh God, he oozed pleasure, passion, lust...whatever women felt when they spasmed under a man’s touch.
I hated him for killing someone for me and I hated myself for bringing a man like him into my life. He didn’t need to be caught with the likes of men like Giovanni and he didn’t need my shit into his life.
I was mad that our time together was coming to an end because believe it or not staying with him and challenging him had done me some good. He listened to me when I spoke, he gave me the attention I needed and maybe just maybe, that’s why I was acting like this.
He saved me and right now, right here he had declared he didn’t like another man touching me or maybe he meant it as some sort of bodyguard catchphrase.
You touch the client you die.
I could imagine him saying that. It sounded like him. Like Callan Canon.
Defiant and slightly afraid of getting hurt, I asked
“Because I’m your fucking client and the rule is to protect your client at all times?”
He didn’t say squat and I raised my head to be at a level with his six-foot frame.
“No, because you are the only chick that has my blue balls singing like crazy”
Serious, intuitive, his gaze locked down on me and I fucking lost it. Desire surged all the way from my pebbled nipples to my pussy.
My clit throbbed like a ticking grandfather clock. I tried opening my mouth but I couldn’t say shit except melt at his vibrational voice, his ice cone melting eyes and his handsome face that exuded dominance, possession and an all-round alpha.
“I want to take you”, he said as if it were a cup of tea we were talking about. I pressed my thighs together ignoring the wacky emotions going through my body like bush fire on dry woodland grass.
“Callan”, I half whispered, my gaze falling to the ground.
I should have said something. Something between the lines of ‘I don’t think of you that way’ or ‘I don’t fuck killers with messed up lives.
Instead of saying all that, I remained quiet gazing at the hem of his shirt that barely hid my thighs. God, I wanted him to take me, whatever that meant. I wanted him to kiss me and do to me what no man on earth had done.
I wanted him to fuck me. To take my virginity. To show me what a real man did to a woman.
“Sit. You have to eat”
And my heart fell to the fucking floor. He reverted to being the old grumpy at the world bodyguard I hated. I wanted the old Cannon back. The Cannon that teased my clit in the back seat of his car. The Cannon that spanked me calling me a spoilt little brat.
I wanted that.
My pussy wanted that side of him.
“No”, I said raising my eyes to meet his, “you are not going to fucking turn me on and tell me something as absurd as eating”
“What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to fuck me, is that so hard to get?” I heaved and his eyes turned a rather stormy grey.
“You don’t want me to take you”
He spoke as if he knew what the hell was going on in mind. Spoiler he didn’t. sure, I hesitated when he told me that he wanted to take me but every woman in my position would.
He was a fucking muscled six-foot Marine that looked like one of those well-built WWE wrestlers so forgive me if I found it hard to believe that a man like him could want to have sex with a woman like me.
Doing the last thing a mayor’s daughter should have been doing, I grabbed his hand. Huge, calloused and so hard no doubt from his merry time in the Marines.
My core pooled just thinking about him in a Kevlar vest with a god damn rifle in hand wearing those occasional cargo pants that completed his whole bodyguard look.
He gazed at me as if I didn’t have his hand in mine and as if I wasn’t leading it to my naked folds.
Lazily, I dragged his hand against my folds eyes locked with his.
“If this isn’t proof enough that I want you. I don’t know what is”
God, I wanted some sort of reaction from him as I grazed his cold hand against my pussy like a wanton woman begging for one round of sex.
“I don’t know how you want this to play out but I’m not like other men, Nicole”
He warned and that made me weak in the knees. His tone was different, his stance was different and his lips curled in this cynical way that made my thighs close in on themselves.
“I-I don’t want other men”, I strained holding his hand captive against my wet pussy.
I wanted him to be the first man in me. I wanted him to be the first man to make love to me. To fuck me or whatever crude words related to sex.
His other hand shot to my neck and he lightly squeezed coming closer to me. His lips inches away from mine, he inhaled a sharp breath before slapping me with the truth,
“I’ll ruin you, Nicole Montenegro”
Without waiting for me to fire a comeback, his lips smashed mine. Cupping my neck, we moved to the kitchen island within a blink of an eye. My ass was pressed against the edge of the hard counter while he freaking shoved his tongue inside of me.
I melted in the kiss. I tasted him as much as I could but Cannon didn’t just kiss me, he fucking devoured me like I was the meal he was waiting for in the middle of a three-year starvation.
He dominated my mouth as if he was the one in charge of my body and not I.
And when he pulled apart from me, only to bite my bottom lip with his teeth, I fucking lost it.
My heart pounded.
My legs gave out.
My lips swelled.
My hands balled into fists as I dug my nails into the counter behind me.
Cannon was kissing me! Only no one I had met kissed like that. No one I had met kissed me until my nerves disarrayed and my brain turned into mush. No one and I repeat no one had ever made my heart pound like it was right now.
His hot lips left my lips and he bit my neck sucking on every spot that he bit. His hand on my pussy, he started moving it and I gasped.
“You fucking want that? You want my thumb on your clit? You want my thick fingers in your tight little cunt?” he asked amidst hot kisses against the column of my neck.
I wiggled under him, nodding, saying yes to whatever he said.
“Spread your legs, princess”, he growled pulling away from me before I could get a fill of his soft and at the same time stiff lips.
“Ca- “
“I want to see that wet little cunt so spread your legs”, he ordered again and my chest heaved up and down not quite getting him.
Shamelessly, I spread my legs, my back leaning against the counter. I watched as his eyes glided down my body to my center. Adding more shamelessness to the mix, I pulled the edges of his shirt up my body and off my head.
The shirt fell to the floor in a heaping mess as I sprawled my legs for the Goliath of man in front of me watching me as if he wanted to do sinful things to me right there and then.
The crazed look in his eyes told me that he liked what he saw and that somehow got me a little excited than I should have.
“Touch yourself. Two fingers inside. Now”
I couldn’t.
This wasn’t the type of sex I had watched in movies or read in erotic fiction books. The sex I knew of, had the man pleasuring you. It had the man whispering sweet things to you.
“We either do this my way or we don’t Nicole”
I wanted to but I couldn’t.
“I can’t”
And I despised myself for never doing it or at least tried to pleasure myself. Drugs were my pleasure. Every time I felt that urge to masturbate, I smoked a joint or took Ecstasy because I didn’t believe my body was beautiful enough to even give me pleasure.
With a look almost of disappointed, he sauntered towards me picking his shirt up and giving it to me.
“Get dressed, Montenegro”
“I can’t do it because I’ve never had something in there. I-I’ve never fingered myself”
And at that point in time, I wanted nothing more but to crawl inside a cave and hide.