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He sank his teeth into his bottom lip and slowly shook his head.
Primal satisfaction flashed across Quinten’s face, his fist squeezing the base of his cock. “Thank you for telling me,” he rumbled, deep voice rolling over Caden.
Even through the heavy fog of arousal, the fact that he’d pleased Quinten was like a balloon full of helium in his chest, making him want to fly away.
“Lay down, kitten,” he ordered quietly.
Sighing happily, he lowered himself back to the bed and widened his thighs.
“Perfect,” Quinten murmured, palms sliding up the back of Caden’s thighs and onto his ass cheeks.
He shivered at the compliment, then moaned when Quinten gave him a rough squeeze.
His whole body shuddered at his cheeks getting slowly pulled apart, exposing him fully. Wetness landed on his hole, and he jerked in surprise, then shuttled his hips forward a few times, humping helplessly at the mattress.
“Lie still.”
He sucked in a breath and relaxed once more, tightening his muscles and whimpering when more spit hit him. “Quinten…”
“Shhh.”
His thick, burning cock slapped between his cheeks, jolting him against the sheets.
“Goddess,” he moaned, squeezing his eyes shut and fisting at the bedding. He held his breath, waiting to feel that broad head breach him, to feel so full and stretched and taken, but it didn’t happen.
Quinten’s big hands pushed his cheeks back together so that he could feel every inch pressing into his sensitive skin, and then he thrust.
“Oh!” he gasped, shocked at how good it felt.
“You like that?” Quinten asked, lowering himself until he was crushing Caden into the bed again. His hands landed on the back of Caden’s, tangling their fingers together.
He pushed forward again, harder, so their skin slapped together, and Caden moaned long and loud.
He could hear the smug smile in Quinten’s voice when he said, “Yeah you do. You love it.”
All he could do was nod and try to take in everything: the heat from Quinten, causing sweat to begin to slick his skin; the scent of Quinten’s arousal, sharp and so thick he could taste it as he panted helplessly beneath his bulk; the tight hold on his hands, keeping him still and exactly where Quinten wanted him; and the soft kisses raining down on his shoulders and neck interspersed with Quinten’s deep grunts as he worked himself against Caden’s body, using him to make himself feel good.
Of course he fucking loved it.
Quinten’s thrusts sped up, the force driving Caden’s weeping, neglected dick against the mattress over and over. Pleasure built inside him, filling every crack and crevice. Every inch of his skin felt overly sensitive, yet he craved more. More of Quinten’s rough thrusts, more of his sweat-slicked skin, more of his callused hands squeezing his hands until his bones ached.
“Please…” He couldn’t force out anything else, just repeated the word over and over, breathless and desperate.
“Fuck,” Quinten grunted behind him, then his lips were right next to Caden’s ear. “What do you want, kitten? You want to come? Or do you want me to spill all over this sexy ass and cover you in my scent?”
Caden cried out, his gut and balls tightening so hard and fast he thought he was going to release right then and there. “Yes, yes, yes. Quinten… please…”
“Please what?”
“Cover me,” he gasped out, doing his best to push his ass back against Quinten, to offer as much of himself as he physically could. “Coat me in your scent. Own me.”
Quinten groaned, long and low, and then Caden felt it as the scent of come hit his nose. Liquid heat landed on his low back, but then Quinten pulled his hips back and released one of Caden’s hands.
Forcing his eyes open, Caden turned to look, chest heaving and dick aching, needing release, but he needed to see Quinten mark him more.
Teeth gritted, Quinten’s fist shuttled up and down on his cock. His thick head was still wedged between Caden’s cheeks, and he clenched, frantic to hold on to it. Quinten’s brows furrowed in concentration, his next spurts of come landing directly on Caden’s hole.
The sensation was overwhelming and devastating in the best way—he knew, down to the depths of his soul, he’d never want another man to mark him like this again.
