Page 59 of Cade

“How could I not when your couch is the coziest couch I’ve ever been on?” I teased him.

Cade smirked as he rested his hand on my ass, pulling me against him with teasing force. His eyes lit up with desire.

“Besides, I don’t think I’m quite done making things up to you,” I said as my fingers deftly unhooked his belt. His gasp of breath gave me goosebumps. I slowly tugged his jeans and boxers down just enough that his cock could spring free.

“If you make up this much, we may need some couples counseling,” he taunted me, but all laughs dissipated in the air when I stared into his beautiful eyes, never breaking his gaze.

And spit in my hand.

I lathered my saliva along my fingers before teasing his entrance as I positioned myself between his knees. His pants shimmied down his legs from the movement.

Instantly, Cade flexed and arched his back from the shock of the sensation as I let my spit-covered fingers tease him, massaging the tight skin.

“Holy fuck, Wes, I—”

“Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” I asked, half worried I’d misread his desire.

Cade shook his head. “No, absolutely not. Please don’t stop,” he breathed hurriedly, desire on his tongue more than prevalent.

I continued to stroke the taut skin at his hole with my fingertip, sliding over the puckered hole, teasing his entrance.

Cade thrust himself against me, seeking more of the friction, and I slid my forefinger in a little further.

I stole a glance at his face, which had gone a little slack as he closed his eyes, thrusting his hips, his gleaming dick in the air.

And when I took his swollen head in my mouth, he cried out a string of curses, but I didn’t stop until he was in the back of my throat. His asshole clenched my finger like a vice and I started to build my pace. The sleek, wet sound of sucking melded with the slip and slide of my lubricated finger, and just when I felt I’d stretched him enough, I slid another in.

“Oh God, Wes, please, I...”

I hollowed my cheeks, knowing it wouldn’t be long. I could feel his cock pulsing, throbbing in my mouth, the saltiness of his precum coating my tongue.

“I’m going to go any second, I—” His voice got all tight, all screwed up right before he came.

Warm, salty cum filled my mouth, and I swallowed it down like the desperate, thirsty son of a bitch I was. I wanted to make Cade feel as good as he made me feel on every level, including the physical.

His cock softened as he caught his breath, and I licked the remaining drops of his sweetness from his head as I came up for air.

Cade looked down at me from where he sat, his eyes full of lust and fire.

“Okay, I think that about sums up my groveling. Think I’m done now,” I said with a smirk, wiping some of his mess from the corner of my mouth.

Cade sat up, pulling me against his wet cock, smothering me in a possessive, hot kiss that knocked me on my ass.

I opened my mouth without warning, groaning as Cade’s tongue probed mine. He moaned in response, and I thought I could see literal stars.

His hands rushed at my belt and he slid his palm down the front of my pants with a welcome aggression, grabbing at my thick, aching cock. The motion pushed my pants to my ankles, leaving me in nothing but my briefs, feeling tight and constrained.

“You don’t play fair,” he whispered against my lips.

I snickered against his mouth and then moaned into his kiss in response as I thrust my leaking cock against his hand, separated by the thin fabric of my briefs.

“What are you going to do about it, good boy?”

Cade shoved my briefs down to my knees before grabbing me by my hips and upending me onto the couch cushions with a forceful flip. He shook off the rest of his pants as I did the same. My cock bobbed like a beacon in the night, guiding Cade and his mouth to us like the northern star.

“Maybe I’m going to punish you,” he growled, but his voice didn’t shake at all.

In fact, it was the clearest, sternest tone I’d heard him take yet.

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