Page 50 of Worthy

″I could come like this too,” I grunt. “But I want more.”

″More?” The gleam in his eyes says I’ve piqued his interest. “What sort of more?”

The question doesn’t dull my desire, but it does give me pause. Cade may have an infinite amount of experience with women, but he’s never been with a man, so everything we do from here forward will be an entirely new experience for him, and I don’t know what he’s ready for.

So far, he hasn’t shied away from kissing, and he doesn’t seem to have an issue with feeling our covered cocks pressed together. That doesn’t mean he’s ready to see one, hold one, or take one inside him. If he’s even into bottoming at all.

I should’ve considered this before suggesting things get physical, because pumping the brakes now is likely to send the wrong message, and the guy is nervous enough.

“You tell me,” I rasp, hoping that by giving him the final say we won’t bump into any lines he’s not ready to cross.

“Can we rub our dicks together?” He flexes his fingers on my ass.

“We are,” I whisper in his ear as I swivel my hips.

“I mean without anything between them.”

I pull away and take his hand, leading him to the couch we slept on the first time he spent the night.

“Sit,” I command with a gentle push to his chest. He obediently falls to the cushion, eyes locked on mine.

Standing before him, I tug my shirt over my head and undo my pants, letting them drop to the floor. His gaze tracks the movement, pausing on the bulge trying to escape my briefs. I hook my fingers in the waistband, pausing to admire the way his Adam’s apple bobs in anticipation, then drag them off my hips.

My cock slaps against my stomach and bounces before coming to rest pointed right at Cade. He licks his lips, eyes raking over me. ″Every inch of you is spectacular, Madd. I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful.”

He says it softly, almost reverently, and while it sounds like the sort of line Cade would feed anyone standing naked before him, there’s no trace of insincerity in his gaze. Only awe.

“Come here,” he rasps.

″What about you?” My gaze wanders over his frame.

Cade seems to register for the first time that he’s still fully clothed. He pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it to the floor before standing up to shed his pants. When he sits back down, his erection springs upward and stays pointing toward the sky.

Holy. Crap.

If I thought Cade was beautiful shirtless, he’s a masterpiece naked. Broad shoulders, muscled chest, lean stomach that showcases a smooth six pack, and a sexy V pointing toward his long, thick cock.

He reclines into the couch and beckons me to him, wrapping his hands around the backs of my thighs to help me straddle his legs. Ourdicks graze one another as I get into position, pulling a throaty sigh from his mouth as his head falls against the cushion.

“You’re gonna want to see this.” I grin as I settle my weight on his lap, nestling my length against his.

Cade picks his head up and looks at his lap, mouth parting on a gasp when he takes in the view.

I can’t blame him. It’s not the first time I’ve seen another dick pressed against my own, but none of those instances look as good as this.

We’re both rock hard, so much so the skin around our erections seems to be stretched completely taut. Despite similar, fair, coloring, we’re both flushed, the heads a slightly darker pink than the shafts. I’m a little thicker, and he’s a little longer, but we’re otherwise well-matched, so much so, we seem to fit together seamlessly.

Without lifting my weight off him, I rock my hips back and push forward, dragging my length along his. It’s a subtle movement, so minute you wouldn’t notice it if you were focused on anything else, but we’re both engrossed, and even that tiny bit of friction has us shivering with barely contained desire.

“Holy fuck,” Cade groans. “That feels unbelievably good. Like, my toes are tingling good.”

“It feels even better with lube.”

“Have you got any?”

“Not on me.” I shake my head as I repeat the motion with less restraint.

“Me neither.”

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