Now I shake my head. “There is no world in which Salman Rushdie is ever within acceptable age-range for you and honestly, Cade, you need to get past your Rushdie kink.”
We laugh, the spike of ease amidst the heat and desire completely normal for us. It sometimes overwhelms me how easy things are with Cade. It was never like this with Eli, and with Eli, I thought we were locked in… forever. I’m so glad I was wrong then so I can be right now.
I nip his bottom lip and reach down, fisting my cock, then collecting his. My fist can hardly hold us both, but I manage a few ragged strokes up and down. Cade slaps my chest with a strong hand, and I pause. “Noah?—”
“Slow, I know.”
He nods but I can see there’s more, the pinch of his lips and draw of his brow—there’s something else. “What?” I ask him.
He summons a deep breath, and I hold him tighter. “I want to go slow, yeah but… can we have sex tonight?”
“It’s too soon,” I tell him, because I believe it couldscare him, taking that step. But Cade strokes his fingers over the ink on my wrist, almost like it’s a comfort for him.
“I’m not scared. I’m not gonna run. I’m telling you, I want this.” He swallows, eyes dropping to the curve of my lips. “I want you to fuck me.”
I take his hands, and pin them above him on the bed, grinding my cock against his. I let my lips tease his before I give him my answer. “You’ll fuck me. And when you’re really ready, then you can try it.”
I expect a fight. But Cade merely nods. “Okay. Yes. Now—” He snaps his eyes shut. “Give me a break before I ruin myself.”
Fresh out of the shower,I drag his comb through his hair as we sit naked on the edge of the bed. It’s a tender, slow moment, and something I want Cade to have before we start.
“Did you offer to let me fuck you because you think I’m a top?” I ask him, dragging the comb gently through his hair. It’s going to be mussed, air-dried and sweaty in a matter of minutes, but still, this slow moment allows for more conversation, more comfort.
He pumps white lotion into his palm, and rubs it into one elbow. “You just… you seem like someone who wants to be in control.”
I drop the comb onto the bed with a thunk, and twist him by the shoulders until he completely turns to face me. “I like dominance. I dream of bending you over your desk and fucking you until you spray all over all those papers.”
His eyes flutter closed as I wrap my hand around his balls, and give them a tight, short tug. “But I dream of being at your disposal, Cade. Seeing the ways in which you want to control me, take from me, whatever it is. Top. Bottom. For you, the right person,my person,” I touch his chest, over his heart. “I’m anything and everything I need to be. For you.”
He kisses me, his tongue making languid strokes against mine, soft moans effusing with stiff groans. After a moment, I put space between us and tell him one last thing before we start. “I’ll guide you.”
I find myself in the center of his bed, lights out but for the moonlight that rushes in through the open curtains. We’re both completely naked as he lowers himself over me, our cocks brushing as our mouths come together. After the kiss, he rocks to his knees, and I take in Cade Mercer and his glasses (which he put back on and fuck if it’s not driving me wild), with his huge hard-on, about to fuck me dry.
I’m kind of speechless.
“Can I— Can I rim you first?” Cade asks, and just the question makes him so red he’s nearly purple. I stroke myself, hard and leaking, and questionably close to the edge now that I know Cade wants to eat me out.
I nod my head and flip over, keeping my torso bracedagainst the mattress, ass up. I love the way the metal frames of his glasses feel when they bump into my bare ass. Cade’s fingers are timid as he strokes the globes of my ass then gently spreads me. His tongue traces my hole before it slides inside, making gentle strokes and deep passes. “Fuck,” I groan, my voice thick and husky. I know I can’t sustain much of this, and while lasting has never been an issue for me, I think with Cade, it will be. Because those slutty little glasses knocking into my ass while he readies me with his mouth for his cock? “Cade,” I ground out, breathless, already sweaty. “Let’s fuck, baby, because that feels too good.” I stick my hand out, and upturn my palm so he can see the mess of precum I’ve been stroking out. “Lube up.”
Cade slicks himself with the lube he retrieves from his nightstand, the lube I pour into his waiting palm after flipping onto my back again. “Lube me, and lube yourself,” I say, and he does, first pressing two fingers inside me, cool liquid stinging my channel. I suck in a breath, but nod to assure him he can keep going. He adds more, pressing it inside me, then moves to his cock, strokes, twisting directions, and stroking some more.
He lines us up and I nod, not worried about the immediate discomfort, not worried we’ll both come in the first thirty seconds because we want each other so bad. All I’m concerned with now is showing him how good we are together, and how good he can feel with me.
I nod again. “Cade.” He stares at my slicked, waitinghole, and his shiny cock, bobbing, pink and ready. “Baby, please, fuck me.”
My words drive him forward. The first push in is tight, hot, and absolutely perfect. We both groan as he sinks deep, bottoming out in the first, slow glide. I clench around him, my ass gripping every steely inch of his perfect cock. We hold there for a moment, Cade deep inside of me, our foreheads pressed together, both of us breathing through the overwhelming rush of sensation and emotion.
Then he starts to move—long, deep strokes that drag against my prostate on every thrust. I reach around his body, needing to feel his muscles, his heat. My nails dig into his back as I throw my legs around him, locking my heels at the small of his spine. The slap of skin, the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of me, his broken moans—we fill the room in the best ways.
He fucks me harder, angling his hips until the pressure is too intense, I’m too close, and I moan, loud and sharp. One hand braces beside my head, the other wraps around my leaking cock, stroking me in time with his quickened thrusts. Sweat slicks our bodies, and Cade fucks me in perfect rhythm, stroking and pounding, his muscled chest glistening, his blonde hair damp with sweat. I lean up to bite his shoulder, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. I draw my knees back further, opening wider, showing him how comfortable I am, how good his cock feels.
“Mine,” I growl without meaning to, the word slipping out raw as he teases my prostate over and over.
“Yes—fuck, yours,” he gasps, hardening even more as I clench tighter around him.
The pleasure coils tighter, almost painful. He strokes me faster, pounds me harder, both of us chasing the edge. Cade comes first—back arching, cock pulsing inside me, heat flooding me as his thunderous moans echo through me. My ass clamps down on him, and the look on his face drags me over with him.
I explode, hot cum rolling over his fist as I spill between us, his name nothing more than a shattered plea. He buries himself deep as I come hard—even harder knowing he came inside me—and he jerks me through pulse after pulse until I’m empty and shaking.
