Chapter 31
thirty-one
ASHER
Fuck. Fuck!
I was going to come all over Cade’s leg if he kept up this hot kind of sugary-sweetness. The way he’d sunk deep into the playful teasing was hot as hell.
There was no way I could let myself come until I had him drowning in pleasure.
But he’d asked me to fuck him tonight, and I wasn’t going to disappoint my boyfriend after so many weeks of holding back. Even I could admit I’d gone into overprotective mode when it came to penetrative sex.
That’s because you’re scared as hell of hurting him.
Positioning my torso over his thigh, I brought the slippery tips of my fingers to the base of his cock. Angling it up so I could take the head into my mouth, I began gently sucking it as my hand drifted down to his hole.
“Ah, shit.”
The sensation against all of those sensitive nerve endings had Cade’s back arching up from the mattress.
I pressed firmly against his entrance, sinking a finger inside slowly as he breathed deeply, relaxing his muscles as much as possible.
I’d been obsessed with fingering his ass for weeks now due to the way he practically dissolved with the pleasure he felt.
The trust of letting me inside his body was not lost on me.
I glanced up at his face from where I was busy sinking my mouth onto his cock and my finger into his hole.
The gorgeous flush had covered him from ears to sternum. His breath now came in irregular puffs as he fought to stay still while I opened him up and tortured him with slow sucks of his length.
The sexiest thing of all was the way he watched my every motion. Except for the occasional prolonged blink when I touched a super sensitive spot inside him, his gaze remained laser-focused on me.
It was stupid to get emotional when everything about this moment was so goddamn hot, but I couldn’t help but be filled with gratitude that he’d chosen me to take this next step with.
I would never take it for granted.
Pushing a second, then third, finger inside him, I increased the pace of my motions while popping off his cock. I let it fall from between my lips and smack wetly against his lower abdomen with a lewd sound.
I loved dirtying up Cade in these moments.
“Fuck,” he exhaled, staring down as his cock glistened with my saliva.
“Soon, sweetheart. Grab a condom.” My tone was lightly teasing.
“Humph, that’s not what I meant, and you know. . . Oh, shit, Ash!”
I cut off his reply with a particularly deep stroke of my fingers, followed by dragging the three pads of my fingers over his prostate. His chest punched up into the air in response.
Blindly reaching toward the nightstand beside him, he messily grabbed a couple of condoms out of the drawer before shoving his fist in my direction.
As I slid out of him, I kept my eyes locked on the taut skin of his entrance as it flexed around the intrusion.
We both let out a groan as I withdrew completely, his hole pulsing around nothing after being pushed to the limit.
I met his gaze. The arousal and vulnerability in his eyes had me moving quickly to give him whatever he needed.
My cock ached as I shifted from his side back to kneeling in the space between his legs.
Reaching across his pelvis to grab a condom off the sheets, I tore it open, and then spent triple the amount of time needed to put the damn thing on because I couldn’t tear my eyes from the vision laid out in front of me.
My gaze trailed from the flush of pink to the miles of freckles all over his cheeks, down his neck, and sliding down to his chest. His rose-colored nipples peaked on the firm rise of his pecs, and his hard cock shifted with the impatient twitches of his hips.
Reaching blindly for one of the pillows that had been disturbed by our movements, I tapped Cade’s hip with the side of my hand so I could shove it beneath his hips.
The urgency to be inside him now rode me fiercely as I grabbed the bottle of lube. Squeezing too hard, I applied an obscene amount over the condom, gently pushing any remaining liquid inside him.
“Ready?” My voice was thick with need.
“So ready, Ash,” Cade replied without hesitation.
The surety in his tone, combined with the confidence in his gaze, washed away my last bit of hesitation.
I brought the tip of my cock to his entrance, already struggling not to groan as the immense heat of his rim kissed my skin despite the latex barrier between us.
Leaning forward, I surrendered to gravity, slowly pushing my length inside him until I felt his inner ring of muscles give way. Pulling my gaze from Cade’s face for a second, I watched myself sink into his tight heat like I’d have a four-hour exam on the subject later.
His quick intake of breath at the movement had my eyes locking on to his again as I held myself perfectly still.
“Okay?” I whispered, the world around us having narrowed until it was just our eyes and bodies connecting. “Do you want me to pull out?”
“No. Don’t. I’m good. It’s new, Ash, but I want to keep going.”
I was amazed he was able to form sentences. My vocabulary had dwindled rapidly in proportion to how much of my cock pressed inside him.
Cade’s arms came up from his side, beckoning me forward. I was powerless to resist this man when he asked me for anything, and in this moment, when he didn’t want me to pull back but instead to bring us closer together, I was a goner.
Bracing my hands on the bed beside his shoulders, I breached the gap that remained between our upper bodies, bringing us chest to chest. The motion brought my pelvis flush with his ass.
Holy fuck! I was all the way inside the man I loved. Not that I could tell him that in the moment. I wouldn’t be the guy who said I love you while balls deep in his boyfriend for the first time.
As the thought drifted through my mind, Cade arched his neck to bring our mouths together, pushing his tongue against my lips, demanding entry.
“Fuck,” I groaned into his mouth, almost totally obscured by the battle of our lips, teeth, and tongue.
“Move, Ash. Please. Show me what it feels like,” he said, his tone thready.
Cade punctuated his words with a dip, then an arch of his hips, his ass clenching around my cock with the movement.
Finally allowing the coil of arousal inside me to unwind, I pulled my hips back, drawing my length almost all the way out before smoothly rocking back in.
Cade’s legs came up to wedge my hips between them, allowing me a few millimeters deeper, and I gradually increased the pace and strength of my thrusts until we were both breathing hard, grunting with the impact of our bodies and the drag of my cock in his ass.
The caution I’d come into the bedroom prepared to hold on to slipped away in the haze and heat of our bodies echoing the most irresistible rhythm back and forth between us.
The acoustics of our fucking were filthy.
The slap of my hips against Cade’s balls and ass.
The panting coming from deep within our chests, pouring our energy into the push and pull of our hips, working harder than any early-morning practice.
The delicious little grunts coming from Cade’s throat every time I managed to hit a particularly sensitive spot inside him.
I wanted to stay inside him forever, fucking with everything we felt for each other but hadn’t yet said.
But the combination of his heat, the tight slide of my cock inside him, and the IMAX-quality vision of seeing Cade like this—all mine—meant that I was closer to the edge of coming than I wanted to be.
“Cade baby.” The nickname caused a deep clench inside his ass. “I need you to touch yourself. I want to feel you come around me. And I’m not going to last.”
“Fuck,” he whined, forcing his hand between the slick, sweaty skin where our hips rubbed together.
I pushed down harder on my forearms while doing my best to lift some of my weight off him to give him room to stroke himself. I compensated for my efforts by letting my head drop so that my mouth lined up with his ear.
“Fuck, Cade baby. You feel amazing. All hot and tight around me. Like your ass wants to keep my cock inside it forever.”
I let the filth drip from my lips as I did my best to hold off my orgasm.
“God, Ash. What are you doing to me?” Cade half-whined, half-moaned.
“Need you to come, sweetheart,” I answered through clenched teeth.
His hand between us shifted up and down, rubbing our abs roughly as he chased his pleasure.
Just as I thought I couldn’t hold back for another second, Cade’s ass started rhythmically clenching down on my cock, obliterating any wisp of reason from my mind.
“Fuck. Fuck. Ash!” Cade whisper-yelled, as if his pleasure had stolen all the oxygen from his body.
His cock pulsed between us, releasing a torrent of cum onto our abdomens.
“God, sweetheart.”
I swear my vision frayed at the edges as I filled the condom. Unable to hold myself up any longer, I let my hips drop on top of Cade’s, not giving a fuck that his hand and cum were still mashed between us.
Quiet filled the space around us, broken only by our slowly calming breaths.
“Just give me a minute. I’ll get off you,” I promised.
I must have sounded as wrecked as I felt because Cade’s chest expanded, followed by a rough chuckle that had him squeezing my sensitive cock.
He brought his hands up into my hair, brushing the strands through his fingers and rubbing my scalp with his fingertips.
“Don’t move on my account.”
Cade’s legs, which had been pressed against my sides, slid up to allow him to cross his ankles, emphasizing his point.
I lifted my head to look into his eyes, framed by his much longer, sweat-soaked red curls plastered against his face.
He whined in protest as I reached down to grab the condom, carefully withdrawing from him as gently as possible.
Cade’s lithe form melded with the mattress, looking like he had zero intention of moving.
I half-stumbled off the bed, reaching out my hand to pull him up.
“C’mon. This is just the first part of our evening.”
After dragging a very uncooperative, yet clingy, Cade into the hot shower in my bathroom, I was determined to wash him head to toe.
I positioned him under the showerhead, barely noticing the cool air nipping at the skin on the back of my body.
Running my fingers through the soapy curls on Cade’s head took precedence over my body’s temperature.
“Close your eyes, sweetheart.”
His eyes fluttered shut.
“You don’t have to do this, babe,” he slurred slightly.
Cade attempted to bring one of his hands up to assist with his hair before I playfully slapped it down.
Goddamn. Fucked-out Cade was sexy.
Seeing him sated, unguarded, and calling me the nickname he so rarely used with ease had me wishing I could get him back into bed and have him fuck me for our round two.
“Nah, Cade baby. You let me take care of you now,” I cajoled as I gripped his jaw to tilt his head back to rinse the shampoo away. The nickname worked its magic and turned him into a puddle in my arms.
“Not fair.” He pouted.
Maybe not. But I loved seeing him calm and content like this, trusting me to do right by him, both physically and emotionally. It settled something deep inside me when he allowed me care for him outside of the bedroom.
Grabbing the body wash, I washed away the sweat and cum from his body, making sure to touch every possible inch of his skin as I did the job.
By the time he was mostly clean, Cade’s eyes were looking more awake, and he shyly held my gaze as I washed his cock and ass with extra gentleness, wanting to reassure myself he wasn’t hurting.
I lifted an eyebrow as I swirled my finger around his rim.
“It’s fine,” he insisted.
“Good.”
I closed the distance between our mouths to give him a slow, deep kiss before pulling back and wrapping my arms around his waist.
Cade mirrored my movements, lacing his fingers together at the base of my spine.
“Oof. You’re freezing, Ash. Switch spots with me.”
I resisted moving one inch from our positions. I wanted to lock this moment into my memory alongside all the other private sides of Cade that I kept in my heart.
The adorable expression of concern on his face had me releasing the last part of myself that I’d held back from him.
“I love you, Cade.” I said the words before he could insist it was his turn to take care of me.
If surprised had a picture in the dictionary, Cade’s expression could have been it.
He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before swallowing.
The rational side of me knew that we might not be in exactly the same place in terms of our feelings, but I knew we were both undoubtedly invested in this relationship. I could and would wait. . .
“I love you too, Ash.” Cade’s words short-circuited my internal pep talk.
“Really?” Now it was my turn to gape at him.
Was I an idiot? Did I just say “really?”
A bright smile broke out on his face.
“Ha. Not so easy to process it right away, eh?” He stuck his tongue out teasingly. “See why it took my brain a minute to catch up to reality?
“I’ve been wanting to say it for months but didn’t want to scare you away. You’re it for me. Forever. I’m sorry if that’s too much, too fast.”
I gave him another peck on the lips, ready to steal some of that happy smile for myself.
“It is a lot. But the best kind. Thank you.” He choked on a laugh.
“Sorry, I mean, I feel the same. This feels big and important between us. Like forever. And I want that. Whatever it looks like for us both. I love you.” The words spilled from him like a fountain, repeating that he loved me so solemnly that it became harder for me to bring air into my lungs.
“Goddamn, I love you so much, Cade.”
The edges of my vision blurred again, but this time with moisture from the way my heart wanted to launch itself from my chest and right into his hands.
“Let’s go to bed, okay? I need to hold you,” I confessed.
“Me too.”