Chapter 27
twenty-seven
ASHER
Watching my Cade baby’s shyness and hesitancy obliterated by his need to chase his own orgasm made me feral.
Keeping my hand wrapped around our cocks while my arm was smashed between our two bodies was no small feat, with Cade pushing his velvet-covered steel rod against my cock and palm.
The squelching sound of the wetness I’d left behind all over his cock and groin, combined with any pre-cum we’d leaked, was obscene perfection.
As much as I wanted to sit back and watch Cade come, I wanted to kiss him while he did. I needed to inhale the sounds of his pleasure directly from the source.
I wanted a recording of the slide of our cocks, and the slap of our hips as Cade fucked up into my hand, to get myself off to for years to come. Talk about an effective and intimately personal ASMR.
After less than ten thrusts, an “uh uh uh” sound—a combination of a grunt and whine—emanated from his throat and straight into my mouth.
Everything about this man made me hungrier than I was before I’d ever touched him.
If I thought my mind or body would be sated after having Cade in my arms, I’d been wrong.
I’d created a monster inside myself. One that wanted to gorge and feed on every expression, inch of skin, and freckle Cade possessed.
My fantasies had paled in comparison to watching his reddened, beard-burned skin flush even brighter as pleasure raced through his veins. Or how the slick perspiration between our bodies would add to the debauched friction we created, allowing us to move faster and harder against one another.
“Ash, are you. . .? I’m going to. . .” Cade panted, breaking the onslaught of the sucking and pressing of our tongues in each other’s mouths.
The lust-drunk expression on his face told me he was at least three-quarters of the way out of his mind with pleasure. I wanted to rocket him the rest of the way.
“Yes, so close, sweetheart. I want to watch you come for me.” I spoke the words against his lips before driving my tongue back into his mouth to multiply the tidal wave of sensations about to drown us both.
Regretfully releasing our cocks, I brought my hand back up by Cade’s shoulder before shoving both hands beneath his body as if I could meld our chests together.
Using my knees as leverage and squeezing my thigh and ass muscles tight, I pressed the maximum amount of my weight onto Cade’s body, trapping our weeping cocks between us.
Now able to move freely, I pistoned my hips hard to push Cade over the edge before I let myself come, aided by our sweat and saliva-soaked skin.
I pulled my head back for just a second to tell Cade one last thing.
“Cade, this here. Us. It’s everything, sweetheart.”
Whether it was a coincidence or my words that set off his orgasm, Cade pushed his cock against mine one final time, his thighs wrapped around my hips, and froze.
A burst of wet heat shot between us, filling the tiny crevices where our skin wasn’t welded together.
Cade’s mouth dropped open into a small “O” shape, his lips slack when I dipped back down to kiss and suck his lower one.
“Fuck, Cade. You’re beautiful,” I groaned.
With that last bit of praise, my cock went off like a rocket, cum shooting up and out of my slit like a fire hose, adding to the ocean of cum between our bodies. My asshole clenched down hard and rhythmically in sync with each spurt.
I let my head fall forward into the space between Cade’s neck and shoulder, breathing hard.
All the cells in my body agreed we were spent. I’d give myself a minute or two to recover, and then I’d get us cleaned up.
“Wow,” Cade said, his voice scratchy from use.
I smiled against the skin of his neck, planting a few gentle kisses against the hot flesh since my lips were in the perfect position.
“That felt amazing.”
“Yeah?” he asked, the uncertainty from earlier creeping back into his tone.
Still not ready to move but unwilling to let Cade think that having sex with him was anything less than spectacular for me, I slowly pulled my arms out from under his shoulder blades.
I pushed up on my hands, careful to mind the slight sizzle of nerve pain in my shoulder while keeping any hint of pain off my face.
Tonight was worth several days of extra meticulousness with my rehab exercises, even if my arm muscles also ached like I’d spent an hour in the Hammerheads’ conditioning room.
The movement made me more aware of our combined cum as the skin of our abs separated slightly. A part of me wanted to languish in this position, coated in our release, as tangible evidence of our intimacy.
My practical side knew I needed to get us clean so we wouldn’t regret the serious stickiness, which would be much more of a pain to deal with later.
Looking into Cade’s eyes, I recognized the loose post-orgasm endorphins relaxing all his features. I’d have put money on the odds that my face was a near-perfect copy of his.
But the slight worry line between his brows threatened the peacefulness settled on the rest of his body.
“This. Was. Amazing. Hands-down, the best sex of my life.”
“But we didn’t, uh. . .” He bit his bottom lip.
“Sex doesn’t have to include penetration.
But for us, it never has to if you don’t want that.
Don’t get me wrong, I would love to be with you in all ways, so we can talk about it if that’s something you want.
If it isn’t, touching you and bringing you so much pleasure that you explode. . .yeah, that’s sexy, sweetheart.”
I let the silence stretch out between us for a few seconds, just staring into his eyes.
After a brief pause, Cade’s chin dipped slightly in agreement.
I moved my right hand to gently extricate his kiss-swollen lip from his teeth.
“Unless this is just another Thursday for you, hotshot?” I teased.
That pulled a laugh from his chest.
“No. No way,” he emphasized. “For sure the best Thursday ever.”
“Good,” I replied. “Let me see what I can do about blowing your mind the other six days of the week.”
“If anyone can, surely ‘Ace’ Landry can, eh?” Cade teased.
I loved how we could move from blistering hot sex to playfulness, despite the evidence of our orgasms cooling on our skin.
“Ugh,” I wrinkled my nose exaggeratedly. “We are definitely not bringing that nickname into our bed, sweetheart.”
I sealed our agreement with a brush of my lips against his one last time before rolling to the side and up out of bed.
“Be right back,” I told him.
Cade’s gaze drifted from the cum coating my skin that gravity had begun its work on to the sticky coating of his own abdomen.
“Okay. I’m a mess. I’ll be here.”
He waved a hand at the general vicinity of his lower body before letting it flop back onto the bed. His innocent, wide eyes and flush-tipped ears had me chuckling as I walked into the ensuite bathroom.
After a rinse at the sink and wiping with the hand towel, I flicked off the overhead light, leaving only the warm glow coming from the lights in the bathroom to see by.
I aimed to broadcast the message that I wanted him to sleep in my bed tonight.
I returned to the bed with a clean, wet towel to wipe Cade down with.
When I was within arm’s length, he half sat up in bed, raising his arm to take the towel from me. I quickly snapped it out of his reach.
“Uh-uh.”
“I can do that, you know.”
“Oh, I know you can. But I want to. It’s part of the full-service boyfriend package. There’s no way I’m falling down on the job on my very first day,” I infused my tone with fake admonishment before a wide smile broke out over my face, ruining the teasing effect.
I proceeded to efficiently, but thoroughly, wipe our shared release off Cade.
Once he was clean, I chucked the towel in the direction of the laundry bin, not waiting to see if it landed in the right spot.
I slid back into bed with Cade, righting the sheets and duvet from midway down the bed to pull them up to our chests.
Not wanting him to have a chance to second-guess everything, I rolled onto my side and pulled him to rest his head on my shoulder, wrapping my arms around him.
“Stay?”
“Really? You want me to? I don’t have to. It’s a lot at once, and I don’t want to like, invade your space.”
The wisp of air released from his mouth as he spoke feathered over my pec and left nipple, eliciting a ripple of goosebumps over my sensitized skin.
Pressing a kiss into his disheveled red curls, I held him tighter to me.
“I want zero space,” I said as I hiked my knee over the top of his, once again bringing our groins into alignment. Even soft, it was a delicacy to press our cocks together. Like I was somehow locking in a sense of intimacy between us with every part of our bodies that I could connect.
Cade’s hand, which I arranged across my chest, absent-mindedly moved back and forth, dragging his fingers through my wiry chest hair.
“Did you mean it?” His voice was less than half the volume it was before.
I had a feeling I knew what he was asking. But selfishly, I wanted to hear him say the words.
“I’m fairly confident I meant everything I said tonight. But what do you mean specifically?”
Wrapped up tightly together under my warm bedding, a hushed, heady silence permeated the room around us.
“That you’re my boyfriend now?” Cade whispered.
“Yes, Cade baby. I am. Is that okay?”
“For sure. I like it,” he answered, releasing a deep sigh and wiggling a little closer to me.
The last thing I wanted to do was define our relationship before he was ready. But there was no world in which I was going to be able to play it cool about being exclusive with Cade.
There was nothing else for me to do except lean into the direction my feelings were headed.
I wouldn’t overwhelm him with the depth of what I already felt for him, but I wanted my wishes to be crystal clear.
With my thirtieth birthday closing in on me, plus my ongoing shoulder problems, I didn’t have the will or the energy to keep him in suspense.
Plus, the more I thought about my late teens and early twenties, the more I hated the whole wishy-washy “do they, don’t they like me” bullshit.
It hadn’t ever been fun, had only widened the cracks in my insecurities.
And from what I knew of Cade, his heart seemed tender under all the stoic protective layers he surrounded himself with. I would never intentionally cause him anymore uncertainty in his life.
Sexy or not, I was a sure thing. And I wanted him to know that.
The thought sparked an idea I’d had before he’d arrived tonight.
While my mind had been spinning, Cade’s breathing had become slow and steady.
“Cade? Are you still awake?”
“Yeah.” The accompanying yawn said he was getting sleepy.
“Would you want to come to Niagara Falls with me in a couple of weeks? It’s my niece’s birthday, and with the random four-day break in our schedule, it’ll be the first time in seven years that I’ll be able to be there in person. I want you to meet my family, you know, as my boyfriend.”
His fingers on my chest trembled a little.
“I feel like a broken record here, but are you sure? I don’t want you to feel obligated to take me home with you. I’d be totally fine on the break on my own. . .”
“Hey,” I interrupted. “What did I say that day you were in my office?”
“Oh, you mean the day where I embarrassed the shit out of myself by falling asleep on your shoulder and you waking me up while I had a hard on?”
“Jesus Christ!” Good thing I was lying down because I was floored.
“Oh god, you were hard? That is so fucking hot. I barely remember anything about those few hours other than thinking every sad and awful thing so I wouldn’t have a permanent boner like some creep while you were pressed up against me. ”
“Hell, I had weeks of trouble getting to sleep because I was haunted with thoughts of you catching a glimpse of my boner before I rushed myself out the door in shame! They say you can never make up for lost sleep, eh? Well, at least we both know the truth now,” he sighed.
“Yeah. We’re both creeps,” I teased. “But that’s not it.
I’ve got nearly a decade on you, sweetheart, and something about a high-profile career in the spotlight feels like it’s aged me faster than normal.
Some days I feel a hundred and fifty years old, the way my joints are barely holding themselves together. ”
As I spoke, Cade’s hand drifted toward my shoulder surgery scar. He ran the pads of his index and middle fingers over and over the raised skin, as if he was searching for the individual stitches that held my skin together.
“The good news is you don’t look a day over a hundred and forty-five,” Cade laughed.
“Brat!” I gave him a solid poke in the ribs in retaliation.
“I’ll go with you,” he began, his tone sobered. “I’ve never been to a seven-year-old’s birthday party. Not even my own. We were always short on money, so there wasn’t any extra to buy other kids birthday presents. What do seven-year-old girls like?”
My heart broke for the young Cade who’d missed out on so much childhood fun between his father’s mishandling of the family’s money and his obsession with hockey.
I’d make sure things were different for Cade going forward. After all, spoiling the birthday boy definitely fell under the boyfriend purview. It was practically written in stone.
“I can’t speak for all seven-year-old girls, but the one I’m related to is equally obsessed with ponies and Minecraft. I hope you are good with braided plastic hair and 3D video games projected on my parents’ sixty-five-inch living room TV.”
“I have exactly zero hours logged on specialized braid technique training. But I’m used to staring at a computer screen for too many hours playing Steam games, so I might have an in there.” He spoke solemnly.
“They’ll all love you for sure.” Like I’m pretty sure I do. I held back the second set of words.
“I hope so.” His whisper was barely more than his lips moving against my chest.
As my eyes drifted closed, still holding tightly to Cade, I was determined that my family would show Cade that all he had to do was exist as himself to be adored.