Page 70 of Cade

Cade relaxed as I wrapped my leg around his hip, drawing him closer. I wrapped my arms around him, feeling his warmth and skin against my own.

He inched himself inside me slowly, almost torturously slow. Taking his time, acclimating to my tightness, to my warmth, and thanks to the lube on both my ass and his cock, he slid in easily, like silk.

When he bottomed out, I gasped, feeling the fullness of him in every part of me. My spine, my muscles, my heartbeat. For a moment he was still, looking down at me with glassy eyes as his voice shook, his breath heavy.

“I love you too,” he said, before he kissed me once more, sliding out of me deliciously slowly, and I felt every inch of him in every part of my body as he reared his hips back. And when he snapped them against me, thrusting hard and deep, I couldn’t contain my moan of pleasure or the way my cock throbbed against him. It felt amazing.

It didn’t even hurt like I thought it would. I felt nothing but pure, blissful pleasure when he fucked me, and emptiness when he slid out of me.

I reached for myself, needing to fuck something, but Cade only swatted my hand away.

“I didn’t say you could touch yourself,” he said with a wicked gleam, sliding out slowly only to thrust into me with a harder, faster pace, turning me into some desperate, needy bottom.

“Please, sir.” I assumed my role almost instantly, gleefully. “I need to come,” I moaned against his warm, delicious lips. It wasn’t just an act that night. I was practically bursting at the seams, ready to blow.

Cade wrapped his hand around my cock, squeezing and stroking me with the same rhythm as his cock.

I thrust my cock into his hand, my balls tightened and my orgasm was so fucking close. My voice shook, the need and desire thick in the air between us.

“Please, Cade,” I moaned in desperation.

Cade’s lips shushed me once more, and his rhythm quickened. His slow, deliberate, hard thrusts had gone erratic, and I knew he was close. He fucked me with reckless abandon, with both his hand and his cock until the muscles in my legs and back stiffened and all I knew was the absolute perfection and bliss of this man and all that we were, tangled up together.

His lips coveted my groan as I came, hard and fast in his hand, as he stilled himself, filling me with a warmth I’d never known before. I could feel some of him dripping out of me, down my thigh, and I grabbed his face in my hands, kissing him with praise and love, and everything in between.

“Such a good boy,” he whispered softly, breathlessly, in my ear as I clutched his body to mine, absolutely spent before exhaustion took over the both of us.

CHAPTER 40

Cade

I woke up to the smelling of burning. Immediately, I jumped out of bed, worrying that something had caught fire. I threw on a pair of boxers quicker than should be humanly possibly, running out to the kitchen only to find Weston, standing there in his black briefs with his perfect ass on display, cooking.

Or more accurately, trying to cook as he jumped away from the bacon pan, cursing.

The sight alone was somehow both endearing and horrific.

I’m going to have to soak that pan for hours...

“Good morning,” I said as a grin erupted on my face.

Weston turned, his deep green eyes lighting up the minute he saw me.

“Oh thank God you’re up,” he said as he went back to the stove.

I watched as he set about to cracking some eggs, fingering out bits of shell, no doubt since he didn’t crack them lightly on the side of the pan, and I decided to step in.

He looked a little... out of his element.

But damn it if it wasn’t the best way to wake up.

At least I know the house isn’t burning down.

“You, uh... need some help here?” I asked as I approached him, reaching out gingerly to pull him away from the stove.

He turned in my grasp, his gaze dipping to my lips.

“That depends on your definition of help,” he teased as he nipped my bottom lip, making my stomach flip and the blood rush straight to my cock.

---