Page 51 of Worthy

Before I can register his intent, Cade leans forward to spit on our cocks, and I smear it between us on the next pass. The effect is instantaneous. We slide together with ease, the moisture enhancing the friction between us.

“Oh, God,”Cade groans as the head of my cock slides along the underside of his length, notching against the ridge of skin below his crown. “I don’t know which I like more, feeling your dick on mine or watching your abs tighten when you roll your hips.”

“Are you an ab guy?” I exaggerate my hip roll so he gets a good view.

“I kinda want to lick yours, so…maybe?” His hands clench around my thighs as I brush along his length. “But I kind of want to lick your cock too, so maybe that’s my weakness.”

The idea of Cade’s mouth on my dick has my rhythm faltering, my balls drawing up tight. But it’s way too soon to finish, so I try to distract myself.

“So, which triggered your bi-awakening? Abs or cocks?”

“Neither.” Cade seems to grit his teeth as I make another pass.

“That’s all I get? Neither?”

“You’ll laugh.”

“I won’t.” I rock my hips again, spreading the precum from my tip along his length.

“Fine.” His throat bobs on a heavy swallow. “Jaws.”

“Jaws?” I parrot back to him. “What about them?”

“A square jaw is the sexiest part on a man’s body, hands down. Especially if it’s got a little scruff on it.” His eyes fall closed as if he’s picturing the perfect jawline, a tiny little shiver rippling up his torso right before those blue orbs snap open and find mine. “Just like yours.”

The heat in his gaze has me ready to rut shamelessly against him, chasing my release like some sort of feral animal. No one has ever looked at me with such naked desire, and it has me ready to act on instinct alone. But this is his first time with a man, and I owe it to him not to rush it. Using willpower I didn’t know I possessed, I slow my momentum and take us both in hand.

Chapter fourteen

Cade

“Holy shit,” I gasp as Maddox traps my cock between his own and his fist.

“Too much?” He relaxes his grip, though he doesn’t let go completely.

“Not even close. Do it again.” A relieved moan rumbles up my throat as his hand contracts, fissures of electricity sparking everywhere I feel his touch, which is basically along my entire shaft.

Clearly, this is not the first time someone else had held my dick, but feminine hands are smaller, often colder, and if I’m being honest, the pressure is usually a little off. Sometimes it’s too soft, others too tight. It never feels bad—we are talking about having someone pump your junk, after all—but a large, warm palm that’s firm without being restrictive is a dream.

Add the feel of Madd’s steel length rubbing against mine and I’m ready to combust far sooner than I’ve ever been in my life. I won’t, I’ve waited too long for this to reach the finish before we’ve barely gotten started, but if I gave myself over to it I could.

“Oh, fuck yes.” I sink deeper into the cushions, partly because my body feels like a limp noodle—except for my cock obviously—and partly so I can see better.

The view is incredible.

At the risk of sounding smug, my dick is a thing of beauty. Long, smooth, and decently thick, it’s sort of the perfect size and shape. I’m stupid proud of it, and the fact my partners tend to love it as much as I do. But Madd’s cock… It might be even nicer.

It’s about the same length, definitely fuller, and just a shade darker since his skin tone is a fraction more golden than mine. But that little hood that covers his crown on the upstroke and pulls back to reveal his sexy little slit on the down is mesmerizing.

“Can I…” My finger hovers over his tip, eager to feel that thin layer.

His eyes flare with heat. “Yeah,” he says on an exhale.

My fingertip barely makes contact before Madd’s guttural moan echoes around me. I don’t even have to move, I just rest the pad of my pointer finger against his foreskin and let the motion of his fist drag the digit along his crown while he groans his pleasure.

I don’t know what’s hotter, the sounds he makes, or the fact I slide so effortlessly over his tip I feel sparks of arousal in my finger. Myfinger.

It’s hard to tell whether it’s the silky layer of skin or the precum seeping out of him that makes the glide so smooth. Either way, the friction has him so blissed out his hips are starting to punch forward to chase his fist, which means he’s basically humping my dick, and it feels so good my pelvis starts rocking in time with his.

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