Chapter 13
THIRTEEN
Cade’s ass is a fucking work of art, and I can barely keep my eyes off it as I follow him towards the warehouse door.
But I force myself to tear my gaze away just long enough to give Kurt a nod, letting him know I’m leaving.
And I try to ignore the look he gives me in return.
The tight-lipped, jaw-clenched look that’s clearly a silent warning for bringing Cade here.
I know what he’s thinking. That Cade is a buttoned-up, polished, well-respected professor who doesn’t belong in a place like this. That a guy like him could destroy everything with a single sentence to the wrong person.
He’s not wrong.
Cade could ruin everything.
But I know he won’t.
I know the damage in him runs deeper than his polished surface lets on, and the need that lurks beneath it is louder than any urge to tear this down. He doesn’t want to ruin it. He wants to feel it… and let it devour him.
And I can feel it in him now as I follow him out of the warehouse.
He cracked open tonight, just like I knew he would.
I saw the light dancing in his eyes as cars went for three hundred grand.
He didn’t flinch when fists flew, and he barely blinked when guns came out.
The cool professor became something else entirely, driven by an untamed curiosity that crackled beneath the surface, as the wild part of him was shaken loose, and remembered how to breathe.
Tonight, he’s not just coasting through life.
He’s in this.
When we step outside, he heads right for my bike, not even looking back at me. So I let him lead and watch the way he moves with quiet purpose.
By the time we’re on my bike and the engine is rumbling beneath us, I’m damn near fucking hard just from the feeling of his thighs against mine, and his arms around my waist. His chest presses against my back, and I almost groan from how fucking good he feels.
My cock is starting to throb in my jeans, and I’m not sure I’m going to make it through a two-hour ride back to Fredericton before I can rip into him.
I gun it down the dirt road, gravel spitting behind us, barely caring if I spin out as long as I can cut the time in half. Trees blur past in shadowy streaks as we hit the road, and when Donnie gives a lazy wave from his post, I blow past him without slowing down.
But I can’t wait any longer.
A narrow turnoff appears around the next bend, barely more than a break in the tree line, and I slow just enough to take it.
The tires spit dust as we roll down a rough dirt path until a small clearing opens ahead, framed by brush and trees.
The moonlight filters through the leaves, casting scattered patches of silver across the ground and the low-hanging branches overhead.
It’s quiet and secluded, with not a soul around.
Not that it would matter. Because I need him, and I need him now.
I kill the engine and tap his leg, and he slips off the bike without a word. He pulls off his helmet to let it hang at his side and just watches me without a single question. That wild energy is now visible in his gaze, and he’s fully unmasked.
And my budding love for him only grows.
I take his helmet and hang both of ours on the handlebars, then turn to face him.
“Please tell me,” I murmur as I step closer to him, “your ass is ready for a fucking pounding.”
The moonlight cuts across his face, highlighting the angles of his cheekbones and the subtle curve of his lips as they tilt into a smirk.
“And if it isn’t?” His gaze slowly rakes over me. “Is yours?”
I pull in a deep breath and exhale through clenched teeth, gripping my now hard cock through my jeans. “Don’t fuck with me, baby…”
He just stands before me, so calm it’s almost infuriating… but somehow makes him even hotter.
Then he just nods. “It is.”
Fucking right.
I step forward and pull him into me, crashing my mouth against his. I’ve been craving this since I kissed him earlier and felt him ignite under my touch. And now I’m feeling it all over again, as this new version of Dr. Cormier unravels, ready to fucking burn.
His hands slide under my shirt, his fingers gently skating over my skin before he digs in hard. It’s like he’s trying to pull me impossibly close, and his need alone might fuse us together. And I’m more than ready to give him whatever he wants.
I grip his shoulders and turn him around, pushing him forward over my bike so he has to brace himself against the seat. Leaning over him, I reach for his belt as my mouth finds the warm, soft skin of his neck.
“You want me to destroy you, Doc?” I murmur against his throat, dragging my teeth along the curve of it as my hand slips into the front of his jeans.
He inhales sharply as his head tilts to give me more, and I sink my teeth into the spot just below his jaw while I push his jeans down and palm the curve of his ass.
Cade swallows hard and bites his lip, but it’s not enough. I don’t want restraint… I want surrender. I want to feel him fall apart under me, and I want him to give me everything.
My finger slowly slides over his hole, and a soft moan escapes him, almost lost to the whisper of wind through the trees.
“Louder,” I say, circling his hole again while my other hand slips under his shirt and finds his nipple, pinching until his back arches.
His head drops forward as his groan fills the air, and I smile.
“Good boy.”
Then he suddenly spins in my arms, and his eyes lock on mine, full of something fierce and unrelenting. I hold his stare and keep my smile in place as his gaze searches mine.
His head tilts slightly as he slowly raises a hand to drag it up my chest, then he wraps it around my throat. The same move I’ve used on him to push him into that space where hurt feels good, and giving in feels like taking control.
I watch him as he squeezes my throat, and the moonlight highlights the intensity in his eyes. His other hand works my belt open, slides into my jeans, and wraps around my hard cock.
A rush rolls through me as he grips my throat and strokes my cock, never breaking eye contact with me. In this moment, he owns me.
And for some reason, I’m allowing it.
His gaze drops to my lips, and then he leans in with a kiss that’s full of demand and possession. His tongue glides against mine like he’s staking a claim, and I meet him with everything I’ve got.
When he pulls back, he tightens his grip on my throat.
“Fuck me.”
And just like that, I’m back in control.
I push him hard, spinning him around and bending him back over the bike. He stays put, quietly watching as I reach into the saddlebag and pull out lube and a condom. His eyes flick to mine, and I see the curious questions swirling in his gaze.
I just smile as I slick my fingers with lube.
“I always come prepared,” I say as I step forward and press my lubed fingers to his hole.
And the second I touch him, his head drops with the groan I’ve been waiting for.
“Fuck yeah, baby. Tell me how much you like it,” I murmur as I circle his hole with more pressure.
He pushes his ass back against me in response, but I slap it hard with my other hand and grip it tight to stop him.
“I said…” I squeeze the flesh of his ass so hard he flinches and narrows his eyes at me over his shoulder, “tell me how much you like it.”
He glares at me, and I can practically feel the heat from his stare. But I keep hold of his ass and stare back at him, one finger still pressed against his hole.
“I like it…” he says slowly, “almost as much as you seem to like trees.”
That’s all I need.
I push my finger inside him, and his eyes close as his head drops between his shoulders. His fingers grip the seat of my bike as his beautiful groan mixes with the rustle of leaves and the sound of crickets.
“Hmm,” I hum, working my finger in and out of his ass as I grip my cock with my other hand and stroke. “This ass is perfect.”
He glances over his shoulder, and his eyes fixate on my fist working my cock.
“You like this?” I ask, pushing a second finger into him and watching as his eyes flutter closed with a shaky exhale. “You want my cock inside you?”
Cade then opens his eyes and reaches back, batting my hand away as he leans back against me. His hand finds my cock, and he gives me one slow stroke as he looks at me over his shoulder.
“The fuck do you think?”
Jesus Christ.
I wrap my arm around his chest and finger fuck his ass with the force he’s begging for. His hand slips from my cock and grabs my hip instead, his fingers digging in like he needs to anchor himself to something.
But I need inside him—now.
I push him towards the bike again, but he catches himself and pivots to face me with a slow, sly smirk. I reach for the condom on the bike seat, but he grabs it first.
I almost forget how to breathe as I watch him lift the wrapper to his mouth and tear it open with his teeth, eyes locked on mine the entire time. Then he steps into me, pushing his tongue past my lips in a rough kiss as he rolls the condom down my cock.
When he steps back, he grabs the lube, tosses it to me, and turns around to place his hands on the seat of the bike again.
Holy fuck, I actually love him.
I step into him as I slick my cock with lube and toss it back into the saddlebag. One hand slides into his hair, curling at the base of his skull, while the other wraps around the base of my cock, guiding it to his hole.
And fuck… his ass feels even better than I imagined. Hot, tight, and fucking perfect.
Our groans twist together as I grip his hair and pull his head back, sinking into him with the feeling of Cade Cormier rushing through me like a fucking storm. It hits every part of me, and it’s all-consuming, until he’s the only thing I can feel.
He pushes his ass back to grind against me, and I tip my head back with a moan as I drag my hand down his spine until I’ve got both hands locked around his hips.
Then… I fuck him.
I pull back and slam into him so hard the bike shudders beneath us. I almost don’t even care if it tips, but he braces himself and takes it like the good fucking boy I know he is. So I do it again. And again. And again.
“Fuck,” he grunts, moving his hand to his cock to stroke himself in rhythm with my thrusts into him.
I grip his hips tighter, unable to get over the incredible feeling of him around me. He feels like nothing else I’ve ever experienced. And being out here, under moonlight and trees, fucking him over my bike… is everything I could have hoped for and more.
The trees surrounding us shift in the breeze, moonlight flickering through the branches as I look up and slow my thrusts into a deep, steady rhythm.
My eyes close as the sounds of the forest seem to close in around us—wind threading through leaves, the groan of old wood, Cade’s soft moans as I fuck him…
It all sinks into my chest as the pleasure builds within me, rising fast like the tide in the Bay of Fundy.
When I look down again, Cade is glancing back at me over his shoulder with a curious expression on his face.
I reach forward and grip his throat, pulling him back against my chest.
“What’s your favourite tree, baby?” I murmur into his ear.
I feel the breath catch in his chest, and he lifts his chin.
“Don’t have one.”
I slide my hand higher and use it to jerk his head towards me. He stares into my eyes, his gaze unwavering and way too fucking sure.
But he’s lying.
He just doesn’t know it yet.
I release him and shove him over the bike again, my hands grabbing his hips as I fuck him hard and fast.
Cade strokes his cock in time with my thrusts, and eventually his body tenses under me, and his moans grow louder.
“Come all over my bike, baby,” I pant, fucking him deeper. “Let me hear you fucking scream.”
He pushes himself back against my chest again as his hand works faster and I keep driving into him. Then, with a beautiful, broken groan, he tilts his head back against me and comes—thick ropes of cum landing across the seat of my bike like art.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I sink my teeth into the skin on his neck, holding him tight against me as I slam into him a few more times. Then the wave of pleasure that’s been building crashes through me. Warmth spreads through my body as I come in his ass, and for a moment, everything else fades away.
But the forest doesn’t wait for us.
It creeps back in as our breathing slows, the breeze stirring the trees again, and the crickets picking up where they left off.
As I slide out of Cade’s ass and he turns to me, I grab the back of his head and crash my mouth into his.
My tongue slides against his as I kiss him like I’m trying to taste the moan I left in his throat.
He opens for me, still wrecked and breathless, and I take all of it. Because he’s fucking mine.
The forest may be calm… but we’re still fucking burning.