Page 60 of Cade

Well, damn. Color me surprised. Our good boy might have a little Dom in him after all.

I leaned back on my elbows, propping myself up so I could look at him while he licked the bead of precum off my tip. His wet, pink tongue licked me from balls to head, slowly, taking in just the tip, teasing me, taunting me. His right hand cupped my balls while his left stroked me slowly.

I thrust my throbbing cock against his lips, painting his mouth with another round of clear, wet arousal.

“Oh yeah? Joke’s on you, sweetheart. I like to be the bad guy.”

Cade didn’t miss a beat as he slipped his right hand beneath my balls, teasing my entrance, much like I had with him, and just as I thought he was going to do the same, he pulled them away, leaving my insides wanting.

Well, that’s not fair.

Instead, his heated eyes burned into mine, and he straddled my hips. My gaze dipped to his hand, which was now palming his already semi-hard cock.

The sight of him, naked from the waist down, pink, swollen cock in his palm as he looked at me was a beautiful torment.

I’d never wanted anything quite this bad. I reached for my own cock, but to my surprise, Cade swatted it away.

“I didn’t say you could touch yourself,” he said mischievously.

Oh, if this is the game you want to play, sweetheart, I am so in.

I can be your good boy too.

I feigned embarrassment, embellishing on the role if only for Cade and his enjoyment.

I enjoyed watching him like this, and I liked the idea of him being in control.

In all the years I’d been with men, I was always the one on top. The one calling the shots, the one commanding them to submit to me.

But looking at Cade from beneath his steel thighs, I wanted to be good.

I wanted to obey him, because I knew it would bring him so much pleasure.

And if he was happy, well...

Maybe I could find some happiness in that too.

“But I’m so full, I need to come,” I embellished, playing right along. I watched his eyes dilate, watched as his cock twitched as I said the words. I had him, hook, line, and sinker.

“Not until I tell you to,” he said as he let go of his cock, which was now thick and full, wetness already starting to pebble at the tip.

He was a natural.

He shifted his weight, and his position, until his length bobbed against my dick. Then he looked me straight in the eye, and spit into his hand, slapping his palms together to baste them in his spit before he wrapped both hands around our cocks.

The warmth of his palm, the wetness of his spit, and the rigidity of his hardness as he thrust his cock slowly against my own was maddening. I lifted my hips, thrusting against his hand, my aching cock needing the friction. Somewhere in the distance I heard my phone ringing, but I ignored it. Whoever it was, it could wait.

“Please,” I rasped.

Cade picked up the pace, stroking us both with a hurried rhythm.

“Please, what?” he asked, licking his lips, gazing down at me with those perfect blue eyes full of lust and need, lips still swollen from kissing me.

“Please, Cade, make me come,” I begged.

I kind of liked it, if I was being honest.

Being the bottom, my pleasure beholden to the golden god above me.

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