Chapter Twelve #4
There was something incredible happening here.
I’d had more hookups than most people my age, but I had never been in bed with someone so shamelessly eager as Caden.
He had no reservations about worshiping my cock.
He wasn’t shy about slapping one hand on my abs and holding my thickness in the other, all the while looking into my eyes.
It was a challenging look. I just didn’t know what the challenge was.
And when he reached the swollen tip of my cock, slick with precum, Caden wrapped his lips around it and sucked me into the warm embrace of his mouth.
I sank into him, looking into his eyes, savoring the fact that he was sucking my cock while anticipating getting topped by him.
Too many thoughts of worry crossed my mind to process them all, so I chose selective ignorance.
Caden had some mean skills I’d never thought about.
He could relax his throat by the sheer power of his will.
He could swallow me without gagging, stretching his mouth wide open and letting saliva trickle down my dick.
The pressure on the tip of my cock was so immense I had to push Caden’s head back several times in fear of spilling into his throat way before my time.
But every moment when my mind accepted this as a reality and not some odd erotic dream, my heart stumbled.
It wasn’t even the strangeness of this act that made my pulse quicken, but the pure sexiness of our sinful lust.
I grabbed Caden’s hair on the back of his head and thrust myself into him, taking some semblance of control into my hands.
But the fucker wasn’t easy to dominate. He was a horny beast with a suitcase of control issues.
He snatched my hand by the wrist and trapped them both on the mattress, sliding down my length and sealing his lips around it.
The vacuum his mouth created threatened to suck the soul out of my body.
And if you asked Caden, he would say he had enough reasons to do just that.
But my eyes rolled back and a moan left my throat. I was channeling my inner slut in ways I’d never predicted. And I fucking loved it.
The whistling of air between my gritted teeth warned Caden that I was falling apart. The threat was real and worse still when I pulsed in his mouth.
He pulled back just in time. My cock fell flat on my stomach and jerked several times before I calmed down. It was nearly done and he hadn’t even touched my ass yet. As I heaved air into my lungs, Caden licked his lips. “Fuck, that’s a lot of precum.”
I snorted. “I’m not even sorry.” I wiggled a little, pulling myself up from the bed as Caden knelt straight.
He cocked his head, wearing a smirk, as he wiped the corner of his lips with one knuckle, examined the drop of slickness, then licked it with the tip of his tongue. “That wasn’t a complaint, but a compliment.”
I would have had my orgasm then and there had I not been forcing myself to relax for the past minute.
His words and actions were so filthy and novel, sparking every incredible reaction in my body and exciting me in places I’d never thought could feel that way.
Not only was my cock restlessly pulsing, but my chest tightened and my stomach fluttered.
Warmth spread from my groin, rising to my face.
Caden scanned the bed. “Do you want a pillow?”
I frowned. There were a dozen pillows thrown against the headboard of the bed. “What for?”
Caden closed his eyes like he was dealing with a petulant teenager. He sighed, then smiled. “Just lie on your back, Partridge.” And I did. Obviously, I didn’t know half the things I should have, but I wouldn’t apologize for that, either.
Caden lifted a pillow from the pile as I lay on my back.
My head and shoulders were on the heap of soft pillows, but Caden wasn’t interested either in a pillow fight or in making my head more comfortable.
Instead, he touched my hip. It must have seemed a casual gesture for him, but the sensation that soared through me was almost like he’d touched me with a bare wire.
There was an intimacy in this simple touch, his fingertips on my naked skin where no guy had ever touched me.
I lifted my butt and lower back, realizing too late why I might need the pillow. He meant to fuck my brains out.
The thought stretched my lips against my will. I desperately wanted to show some defiance, but the whore in me leaped with joy. Fuck me already, I wanted to beg, stopping myself just a moment before the words tumbled out and forever changed the way he thought of me.
Caden tucked the pillow neatly under the small of my back, then set his hands on my knees.
I watched him as he centered himself between my bent legs and scanned my entire body.
His gaze caressed my cock, abs, pecs, and finally landed on my eyes.
The slightest tremor in his lips was a ghost of a smile.
“There’ll be no living with you after this, but…
” He shrugged as if he still debated whether to say something or not.
“I often wondered what this would be like.”
Again, the goofiest grin stretched my lips and I wanted to slap myself back into seriousness. “Oh yeah?”
Caden scoffed. “Don’t blow your trumpet. It’s just sex.”
I pulled my lower lip between my teeth and dragged it out as his hands slowly traveled from my knees to my groin, caressing my thighs. “Had I been used for unholy purposes?”
Caden’s unamused glance spoke volumes. “You are an unholy purpose.”
Why the hell did this exchange make me beam with pride?
I’d been his fantasy, apparently. At least once, Caden had thought of me while pleasuring himself.
The idea put us on even grounds in a way.
He was my world-shattering orgasm just over an hour ago.
And he would doubtlessly be that again pretty soon.
His hands reached my groin. His thumbs settled on my taint, his fingers on my trimmed pubes. He added light pressure to my taint, pulling his thumbs between my cheeks just enough to tickle me and make me lose all air from my lungs.
My mouth gaped as we looked into each other’s eyes. The slightest frown wrinkled the space between his eyebrows. My breath hitched when one of his thumbs reached a little lower. I felt him brush over my hole and I clenched hard in an instant.
“Don’t worry. I’ll go easy,” Caden said. “It’s no fun if you’re not enjoying it.”
I didn’t know if ‘easy’ was what I enjoyed in this arrangement. It definitely wasn’t my favorite setup when I was in charge. Perhaps getting wrecked by a hung teammate wasn’t comparable to my previous experiences. I did have a lot to learn.
I nodded. “I’m not worried, Jones.”
And as he heard my words, he sank down. He practically laid his torso on the mattress, hands sliding up my thighs. He reached under my knees in the same go, lifting my legs, and his hot breath was all the warning I received.
Caden’s hair, brow, and eyes were still visible when he exhaled over my most sensitive parts.
His slick tongue made my heart jolt at the first contact.
A whimper broke out of me, not too different from those I’d heard from girls when I did something special for them.
But the sensation was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
The uneasiness about being touched in all the new places left me as soon as it made itself known.
Caden was determined and deliberate about it.
His tongue dragged between my cheeks, sliding over my tight hole like I was a fucking popsicle.
It seemed so easy for him that curiosity engulfed me.
What did he taste like? Would I get to do the same in return?
The idea of kissing him there made me dizzy with lust. It was like falling into a whirlpool of attraction.
There was only one way out, but the journey was so good that I wanted to postpone it for as long as I could.
He was so free with licking me, soon growing messy and uncaring about appearances.
There really wasn’t anything more intimate than that.
Two people in their simplest forms, dropping all pretenses together with their clothes, not giving a damn about how ridiculous it all could have seemed.
He slurped and moaned against my ass, pushing my legs back for me to hold, then spreading my cheeks with his hands.
His lips sealed over my hole and the fucker sucked.
I thought I would faint when I felt him do it.
Instead, I became more alert than ever. Every tingle in my stomach seemed sharper than if he’d slapped my face.
Every time the tip of his tongue crossed my hole, then playfully returned with extra pressure, felt like he was kicking my soul out of my body.
He wasn’t shy about the sloppy kisses he peppered all over me.
His actions were the definition of body worship.
He licked my taint simply because he could, not because it had any purpose.
He reached up, lips around my balls, and sucked them each in turn into his mouth, keeping me on the edge’s edge.
And dread filled me when I heard the quality of my own moans.
I hoped to God the walls were soundproof.
I had never had such a lack of self-control before.
Caden’s index finger massaged my hole while he played with my balls.
Occasionally, he opened his eyes and looked at me and one of his eyebrows would tick upward as if to challenge me to make fun of him.
I fucking wouldn’t. I was too far lost to string words together.
And if I could form sentences, I would tell him how incredible he made me feel.
His soft moans never stopped coming through his nose. Even when he pulled back and pressed his tongue against my rim, slicking it more while rubbing his saliva around with one finger, he let those small sounds out.