Page 36 of Barinov

My heart thumps louder at the heat in his voice. At the way his lust-filled, hazel eyes drink me in.

His hand slips under the cotton, palm wrapping tight around my dick. The friction and heat of his grip makes my hips jerk off the mattress.

“Fuck, Cade.” My voice breaks on the moan. My head thuds back into the pillows as his long fingers clamp around me. Fisting me with a tight, ruthless pull.

“I needed this, babe,” I say, completely unashamed by the thick drop of precum already leaking over his thumb. “Fuck, I needed this so bad.”

“I know.” He leans over me and crushes his mouth against my neck, biting and kissing his way up to the sensitive line of my jaw. He squeezes the swollen head of my cock hard enough to make me moan. Then ramps up his pace and twists his wrist just right.

I grab his chin and plunge my tongue deep into his mouth. Cade groans straight into my throat and kisses me back with this desperate intensity like he wants to claw his way under my skin and stay there.

He pulls back just enough to speak. His lips ghosting mine. “We both needed this.”

Never breaking eye contact, he peels my boxers down my thighs. I lift my hips to help and kick them off. I’m already panting and seconds away from begging his ass to wreck me.

Cade drops down between my knees. He drags a slow, dripping-wet stripe of his tongue all the way up the underside of my dick, swirling around the leaking tip. Tasting me. Fucking soaking me.

Then he takes me in. Inch by inch. Sucking hard until his lips hit the base. His throat swallows me whole, clenching tight around my head.

“Oh my fucking…” I growl, my hands tangling into his thick hair, forcing him deeper. “God, babe. Just like that. Swallow it.”

He moans around me and fuck, I feel it. Every single vibration. Every fucking ounce of it.

Knock. Knock.

My eyes fly open. Pulse suddenly competing with the rhythmic slide of Cade’s throat.

But my man doesn’t stop. Not for one fucking second. He keeps bobbing his head, tongue pressed flat around my thickening cock. His fingers dig into my hips and anchor me to the mattress as he deep-throats me with a desperate, stubborn focus.

Knock. Knock.

“Babe,” I grit, hips twitching at the mercy of his mouth. “Someone better be dying out there.”

Cade hums against me. He reaches a hand down to cup my balls, squeezing them tight while his mouth works me raw.

“Fuuuuck,” I groan, throwing an arm over my face.

Knock. Knock.

Every instinct I have is screaming at me to reach for the pistol on the nightstand and blast three rounds through the wood.

“Guys? You up?” Tex calls from the hallway.

“Goddammit,” I grit out as Cade slows his pace.

Cade lets out a low, frustrated groan and drags his mouth off of me with one last slow swirl of his tongue. He leans up to rest his forehead on mine.

“Guess that’s our cue,” he mutters through a heavy breath.

“Cue for what? Another round of blows with Tex? Because I’ll be happy to give the guy another shiner for stopping this.”

He chuckles low in his throat, already pushing off the bed.

“Nope,” I snap, grabbing his thigh and yanking him back on top of me. I wrap a hand around the back of his neck and entangle our tongues once more.

Knock. Knock.

“Babe,” he laughs breathlessly, finally pulling away. “Later. I promise.”