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His head fell back against the pillows as he brought his knees up, planting his feet on the edge of the bed, pushing himself back to give me better access, and a pretty good view of his tight hole.

I took my free hand, sliding my fingers in my mouth one at a time until they’d gathered enough spit, then brought the slick digits to his rim, teasing his entrance.

“Fuck!” He moaned heatedly, his breath starting to turn rapid.

“Wes, please, I—” Cade arched his back off the bed, the way he was panting, begging...

I knew what he wanted.

I slid another finger in, feeling him soften and expand, his dick throbbing as he thrust his hips forward of his own volition, desperate, needing the friction.

I knew exactly what he wanted, and I knew I would give it to him, but a part of me wanted to hear him beg for it.

Beg for me to fuck him.

“Say it,” I demanded, my tone firm, my voice hitching a octave. “I need to hear you say it,” I instructed.

“I need you to make me come, Wes. Please... Fuck...” Cade’s voice pleaded, a throaty moan escaping him, causing me to stop for a moment, to take in the sight of him like this. Fingers grasping at the sheets, face all screwed up in agony, pale, sweat-slicked skin glistening in the low incandescent light.

I let go of his cock for the moment, watching as it bobbed back and forth, beads of precum glittering like diamonds in the light as he thrust himself against the air.

I growled, catching Cade’s glassy eyes before I dove back in, burying my head between his thighs as I licked him, slathering his clammy skin in a mixture of saliva and sweat, tasting his saltiness mixed with the tartness of his rim until he was writhing beneath me.

“F... fuck... me... I can’t... Wes...” he struggled to form words, his voice tinged in unbridled desire.

Please,” he huffed out as I lined myself up with his hole.

“Please, I want to come so bad, I—”

I kept my gaze trained on Cade’s eyes as I pushed myself in an inch, letting his body acclimate to me. Like the good boy I knew he was, his body welcomed me, gripping my head like a vice and I groaned in response, inching myself in slowly as not to lose my own load. Again.

The sight of Cade’s face going slack as I breached his entrance, one torturous inch at a time, was like a religious experience. Or at least it’s what I’d imagine a religious experience would be, because I wouldn’t know firsthand.

Mama always said I need Jesus. Think I found him in good old Jasper Springs of all places...

When I finally bottomed out, I ran my hand up and down Cade’s sweaty chest, feeling his heartbeat as I found my rhythm, as I ground my hips into his. Cade’s wet, slick cock left sticky trails along my heated skin as he thrust himself torturously against my stomach.

“Then be a good boy and come for me, Cade,” I ordered through my teeth. After my previous orgasm, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold off much longer, either. I’d been with men, and before realizing I was gay, I’d been with a couple women too. But nothing, and no one ever hugged my cock the way Cade’s body did, never felt this fucking good. Like he was made for me.

“Come for me,” I ordered again, my voice getting just as tight as his insides clutching my cock.

His eyes squinted closed as his face screwed up, and he let out a ragged moan that pushed me over the edge. Cade tightened his thighs around me, and the feel of his warm release coated my abdomen with warmth.

My thrusts came to a halt as I growled out my own groan of satisfaction, spilling myself again as I filled him, all my muscles going soft from the exertion of multiple orgasms. It was no use, and I collapsed on Cade’s chest, trying to catch my breath. Elation mixed with alcohol mixed with exhaustion hit me, and I closed my eyes. The faint touch of fingertips grazed along my back, the rhythmic rise and fall of Cade’s chest like a lullaby, the sound of his slow and steady breath pulled me into some sort of post-fuck trance. I wasn’t certain how long we stayed like that, neither of us moving. When I finally slid out of him, rolling over onto my back, I let sleep overtake me, feeling a sense of wholeness I’d never felt before.

CHAPTER 7

Cade

I woke up to a pounding headache, a sore ass, and an overwhelming need to piss.

A deep, groggy groan escaped me as I reached out my arm to stretch the achy muscles, but my entire body froze when I hit something warm and solid. The touch was like a bucket of cold water as I turned my head in slow motion, my eyes opening wide as my gaze settled on Weston, who was laying on his stomach, naked, with his firm ass on display like a prize-winning statue in a museum. The sunlight that filtered in through the window shone a beam directly on him, and panic settled in.

I lifted up the covers quickly, my suspicions soon confirmed when I saw that I was also naked, and covered in...

Oh, good gravy...

My breath caught in my throat as anxiety flooded me, and I nearly fell over from the shock as I jumped out of bed, in search of the bathroom.

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