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“I know. And I know things might not have gone this far tonight if I didn’t start it. But since they did, stay.”

Staying is not something I’ve done, or even had any desire to do. Yet, the idea of leaving now makes my chest feel sort of hollow.

″Okay,” I agree, placing a kiss on his soft lips before I put that thought into words.

Chapter fifteen

Maddox

My eyes are still closed when I register the pleasant tingle running from my lower belly all the way to the tip of my cock, and while I can’t recall the dream that inspired this feeling, I’m content to lay here and enjoy the delightful sensation of sparks running along my shaft for as long as my body will let me.

A sense of weightlessness engulfs me, giving off the illusion that I’m floating. At the same time, the pressure on my cock increases, morphing from a faint line to a fat stripe traveling my length. It swirls around the crown, light and soft, before traveling back down to the base and starting all over again. It feels phenomenal, so much so that I’m pretty sure I let out a guttural sigh as I drift deeper in ecstasy, relishing the subtle heat.

I’m not sure how long I lay there, greedily enjoying the hedonistic pleasure, but without warning the teasing, lazy flame erupts, and I’m immersed in wet heat. This time I know I moan, the bliss too overwhelming for my mind to contain.

Warmth surrounds me, wave after wave crashing and pulling on my length, driving me closer and closer to the edge. But I don’t want to go over. I want to stay right here, in my euphoric stupor, for as long asmy body will allow. Then I feel a tender pressure on my balls, and my eyes snap open.

The room is mostly dark, a tiny sliver of light between the curtains is the only sign morning is near. Since it’s too early to get up, I squeeze my eyes shut and try to re-enter my dream, only to realize the flame didn’t go out when I woke up. I still feel it, surrounding my cock in molten heat.

I look down the length of my body to see Cade, head bobbing rhythmically as he sucks me off.

A strangled groan escapes me, and his eyes find mine for a brief, intense instant. Then he closes them and sucks me, hard.Oh shit!

I’m panting now, chest heaving as I watch my cock disappear between his full, pink lips. I squirm beneath him, desperate for release but wanting to watch him work my shaft with his lips, his tongue, marveling at how perfectly he works me over despite his self-professed lack of experience.

The man is a natural.

He doesn’t just look content, he looks downright exhilarated, even when he takes me so far to the back of his throat I feel him fight back a gag. But he doesn’t slow down. If anything he redoubles his efforts, licking and sucking as if I’m a meal he’d like to consume.

I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

No sooner does that thought cross my mind, I feel my balls draw up tight. I tap Cade’s arm to warn him of my imminent release, but he bats my hand away as I lose control, hips straining upward of their own accord. Breathless shouts tumble from my throat as my cock pulses inside him, filling his mouth faster than he can swallow. But he makes a valiant attempt, gulping twice before he can’t keep up, and I spill from between his plush lips.

The second I’m empty, Cade rises to his knees and vigorously pumps his shaft with one hand while wiping the cum from his mouth with the other. It only takes a few strokes before he’s painting my stomach with a strangled groan, then collapsing on my chest.

I fold my arms around him and rub his back, since I don’t have any words left in my brain. It must end up putting us both to sleep since the room is bright the next time I open my eyes.

Cade’s managed to shift most of his weight off me while still using my chest as a pillow, but one of his legs is slung over mine and his stomach is pressed to my side. It’s an intimate position. One I actually like, except for the fact we didn’t clean up earlier, and we’re now somewhat stuck together.

Good thing neither of us has a lot of hair on our torsos.

I try to stay still so he can sleep, but dried cum is the worst, and soon my subtle attempts at scratching wake him up.

“Ugh, maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to come all over you,” he mumbles against my neck as he tries to pry us apart without wincing.

“I thought it was pretty hot in the moment.”

“Yeah, I did too.” He sighs as he frees himself and flops to his back. “Just remind me to clean up next time.”

“Speaking of next times, I want to be awake when we do that again.”

“You didn’t like it?” I swear his voice wavers, though he’s too focused on the ceiling for me to see any worry in his eyes.

“I loved it. But I wanted to watch you give your first blow job.”

“That’s exactly why I didn’t wake you up first.” Cade absently rubs at his chest. “I wanted to practice without any pressure.”

“Do you really think I’d judge you?” My hand finds his and I link our fingers together to give his a reassuring squeeze. Neither of us let go.

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