Page 82 of That One Moment

“I know, but it’s also still morning and I’m tired.” I yawn and close my eyes again. I’m not really, but he doesn’t need to know that yet.

There’s a lightness to Caiden’s voice, a playfulness mixed with hunger that has blood rushing south.

“Like super tired, or a little tired?” he asks while rubbing his hard length against me.

“I’m waking up more and more now. Keep doing that,” I grunt and bury my face in the pillow, loving the heaviness of his body. There’s a comfort to feeling him on top of me, pressing me into the mattress. Like a reminder that he’s really here.

He traces a finger down my spine, dipping it down between my crack and tapping at my hole. “Can I?” he asks. I’m already nodding when he clarifies, “Can I fuck you?” We’ve not done this before despite talking about it, but I want it, want him, in every and all the ways.

“You woke up very needy this morning,” I reply, my voice coming out raspy and heavy with sleep. To answer him, I pull my knees under me, opening myself for him. Caiden groans and the bed shifts. Moments later the lock on the door clicks and I hear the drawer open and close.

Caiden kneels behind me. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” he says as his lubed finger teases my hole before pushing past the first tight ring of muscle. It stings and I grit my teeth then bear down. He peppers kisses to my back as he works his finger in deeper.

“Fuck, yes,” I grunt as he adds a second and then a third, scissoring and twisting to get me ready. He works me open with great care, caressing and teasing me inside and out. My body heats and pleasure shimmers low in my stomach. “I’m ready,” Isay, when I can’t take the teasing any longer. “I want you inside me, now.”

“Who’s the needy one now?” He chuckles as he shuffles behind me. I tense momentarily when the blunt head of his cock presses against my entrance. “Relax for me, Jay.” Blowing out a breath I hadn’t realised I was holding, I relax, sinking lower into the bed.

“Holy shit, you’re tight,” he bites out once he’s fully seated inside me, holding still to give me a chance to adjust. My channel clenches around him and he groans and then starts moving. Slow at first, but soon his movements speed up, and he thrusts in and out of me in a perfect rhythm.

Caiden’s hands find my shoulders, and he pulls me upwards so we’re both kneeling on the bed, his chest to my back. His lips settle over the pulse in my neck while his hand runs over my chest, through the coarse hair surrounding my hard cock. When he takes me in hand, I grunt and start mumbling a quiet ‘yes, yes, yes’.

“Fuck, you're sweet. Everything about you. Your taste, your smell, your touch,” he says, licking my skin and making me shiver. I moan at his words and at the feel of him all around me, touching me, kissing me, controlling me. My hips move of their own accord, fucking back onto his cock and then into the tight hold he has on my dick.

“That’s it. So hard for me, love.” He drops the endearment so subtly, as if it isn’t now sending my heart into a tailspin.

When my breathing turns laboured and my balls draw up tightly, I whimper and say, “I’m going to come.”

Caiden lets go and pulls out. This time the whimper that falls from my lips is louder and needier.

“Roll over, I want to see you,” he says, tapping my thigh.

I do as he asks, and the look on his face has me biting my lip. His eyes are dark, pupils wide, ringed by bright blue irises. His lips are red and damp, his tongue ring glinting as he licksthem, and a blush runs from the tips of his ears over his cheeks and down his chest. His hair is disheveled, flopping over his forehead.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” I say as he flicks his head to clear the hair from his eyes and smiles as he slides back inside me.

“I never thought I’d get a chance to feel this,” he says, rocking into me. “This connection. I never thought someone would ever look at me or touch me the way you do. I never thought I deserved it.” He leans down and kisses me gently, our lovemaking slow and sensual.

We’re silent, our bodies doing all the talking.

You’re mine,my hands say, mapping the planes of his muscles and the dip and grooves of his ribs, leaving me intoxicated by the way his skin pebbles when I brush his sides, and the way he pulls all the way out and then sinks back into me.

I’m yours,his kisses say, dotting over my jaw and then down my neck. Lapping and laving at me like he really can’t get enough of my taste.

As his movements start to increase, Caiden sits up and leans back, his eyes scanning my body, his gaze like a physical touch as it comes to land on the place where we’re joined. “You’re incredible,” he says. He takes my cock in hand and strokes, jerking me in sure movements. When he changes angles and hits that sweet spot inside me, my muscles tense as pleasure engulfs me. Twisting his hand on my cock, he rocks into me, hitting that spot again and again and again until my body ignites.

My entrance clenches around him and I cry out as the first wave of ecstasy rushes through me. My eyes flutter closed and I arch my back, warmth hitting my lower stomach. Caiden growls, grabs my hips and thrusts once, twice then stills as he comes deep inside me.

When he flops down, covering my body with his, I instinctively wrap an arm around his sweaty back. It’s on the tip of my tongueto tell him I love him but I decided I wouldn’t do that here. I know he feels there's so much of Cooper in this house and while he’d never want that to change, I don’t want this to be where I tell him. No, when I tell him I love him, it’ll be in a moment that’s just ours and in a place that’s just ours.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” I say instead. Caiden rolls off of me and onto his back. I maneuver myself so my head is on his chest. My hand traces the rose tattoo, following the vines down his body.

“Tell me about your tattoos.” I tiptoe my fingers across his stomach to the small paw print on his hip bone.

“The ones on my arms are really random. There’s no meaning to them,” Caiden replies. “The rose was added for no reason other than that I love them. They’re prickly but beautiful.”

“Like you,” I joke. He huffs and ruffles my hair.

“The stars, I added after Cooper died. I want to get more of them - maybe fill the gaps on my arms.” He points to his left hip. “The paw print is for Ford because for a while, he was all I had.”

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