Chapter 13 Cade #2
Ansel chokes on the water, his cheeks reddening. I gently pat him on the back and wait for him to compose himself.
“I can’t…” he rasps. “I’m not dragging you into my mess. I mean it, Cade.”
I grin widely, making him frown in confusion.
“What?”
“I just love the sound of my real name on your lips.” I lean forward to peck said lips. Then I kiss him deeper, because a peck just isn’t enough.
My tongue pushes into his mouth, sliding against his, my hand moving into his hair and tugging slightly.
He groans, and so do I, my cock swelling between us.
I want him to reach down and touch it, to press it between his lips and suck.
But I don’t make him—won’t make him do anything he’s not ready for.
Instead, we just make out, his soft moans making me absolutely feral.
He must be feeling well with the way he’s mewling. He sounds like a cat in heat.
My hands slide down and lift him up, placing him on my lap, dragging his hips forward, and letting him grind against me.
Not really doctor’s orders, but so what? It’s what makes him feel good, and that can’t be bad, right?
But suddenly he pulls away, the two of us panting, lips glistening and swollen.
“You’re distracting me,” he whispers, dragging his hips up against my hard cock and making me bite my bottom lip.
“Mmm, well, you’re a major distraction. I can’t help myself.”
He glances at me shyly and then runs his finger across my lips.
“I can’t believe this is my life right now.”
“Believe it, butterfly.”
My hands squeeze his hips tenderly, and his lashes flutter as he pushes his finger into my mouth.
My lips surround it, pulling it against my tongue and hollowing out my cheeks.
I can see the way he wants it; his dick in my mouth again.
I’ll do it. I’ll get on my motherfucking knees for him if that’s what he wants.
A second finger pushes into my mouth, and I lick at it, making his hips buck forward and his breathing grow labored.
My eyes meet his, and I see the black of his pupils.
I know what he wants.
My fingers slide to the front of his pants, and I gently unzip them, pulling his cock out and stroking it. His chin meets his chest as he watches.
I bite down on his fingers, and he gasps, pulling them out and staring at me as I continue to toy with him.
“Take what you want,” I rasp.
“We’re getting sidetracked.”
“Fuck the track, I like being sideways.”
He moans and then shifts up slightly. My hands tug his pants off, leaving him completely bare.
I don’t care who comes in here and sees this. Let them see. They can witness Ansel’s possession of me, and how good I make him feel.
Let the whole fucking world see it. I have nothing to hide.
My hands cup his ass as he stands on the couch, his knees hitting the cushions behind me, his cock sliding into my mouth.
I groan as he hits the back of my throat, holding him there for a second before letting him pull out.
His hand is in my hair, the other holding on to the back of the couch for purchase.
And I just let him take what he needs, fucking in and out of my mouth while I drool and spit, gagging on his length and groaning with each forward thrust. Love how rough he is with me, the pain in my throat sliding straight to my cock.
My hands are busy as well, one stroking my cock through my pants, the other sliding up and down his crack, finding his hole and pressing against it. Just a tease, a promise, but he loves it.
I can’t fucking wait to sink inside him. To hear him moan as he comes apart on my cock. I bet he’ll make the most beautiful sounds. Just like he is now.
He fucks my mouth harder, and I feel myself teetering on the edge.
“Oh god, Cade. Oh my god.” His legs start to tremble, and I hold on to his ass, one of my fingers pressed partway into his hole as he releases into my mouth.
It’s all I need to come. The taste of him. My obsession.
When he finally pulls out and sags onto my lap, I hold him tightly, stroking his bare skin as he comes down from the high of it.
“You made a mess,” he says, and I let out a small laugh as he tries to wipe his cum off my chin.
“Leave it. I like you on me.”
He groans in embarrassment but makes no move to leave, just continues to let me hold him.
Warmth bubbles up in my chest. This makes me happier than I thought possible. I pull him a little closer as fear creeps in.
Fear that someone, or something, might take him from me.
I won’t let it. I can’t.
Ansel nuzzles my chest sleepily. “I should regret that you weren’t my target, but I don’t.”
I pick up his hand and kiss the back of it. “I don’t either. I’m glad you kidnapped me. Just as I’ll be glad when you tell me whose orders you were working under.”
He sighs, pulling his hand out of my grip. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”
“Nope,” I answer. “I’m not. But it’s okay, I’m not going to push. Not yet, anyway.”
“You’re not?”
“The doctor said you need to rest for twenty-four hours,” I remind him. It’s almost been that now, but I’m content to give him a little more time. He’s safe. So long as he’s with me, no one can hurt him.
Ansel’s lips twitch. “Do blow jobs count as resting?”
I survey his sleepy lids and relaxed posture.
“You seem perfectly rested right now.” That makes him laugh, and I add, “We still have a few hours left for you to lounge, so why don’t you eat up, then you can tell me your favorite film.
Wylder’s got a theater downstairs with a real popcorn machine and everything.
I have one at my place too, but mine is better. ”
“Of course you do. Next you’ll be telling me there’s a bowling alley too.”
I nod earnestly. “There is. Did you want to do that instead?”
His eyes widen. “I was joking. Oh my god.”
Ansel’s shock reminds me that this isn’t the life he’s used to. That’s okay. If I get my way, and I always do, he’ll become used to it fast enough. “I’m not. But I think a film will be better for your head. A quiet film. We can bowl another time.”
Ansel fiddles with a button on my shirt, not meeting my eyes. “Did you get my phone back?”
“No, butterfly.” He sags in disappointment, and I clasp the back of his neck to comfort him. “I did message Neo though, to let him know that you’re safe. That’ll buy us three more days.”
“Then what?” he whispers. “What happens then? Will you let me go?”
I falter. To be honest, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let Ansel go. Even if he doesn’t want me, I’ll probably end up stalking him. It’s not healthy, but it’s the truth. “It depends.”
“On what?”
“On whether or not you’ll be safe,” I say bluntly. “I’m not risking you. If I don’t know the threat against you has been fully neutralized, then I’m not letting you out of my sight. It’s as simple as that.”
He wrings his hands together. “I don’t understand. Why are you so determined to keep me safe? Why do you even like me? None of this makes sense.”
I understand his confusion. I do. I know I’m not like most people.
This obsessive, possessive behavior…it isn’t normal.
Well, it’s normal for me. Honestly, even if I could change, I wouldn’t want to.
Why should I, when it makes me feel this way about Ansel?
“It doesn’t have to make sense. Do you like me? ”
Ansel flushes, going back to the shirt button again. “I mean…yeah. Of course I do. You’re slightly insane, and I never thought that would do it for me, but apparently it works.”
“Then don’t overthink it,” I say simply.
“I like you, Ansel. You intrigue me. No one’s captured my interest before like you have.
Do you think I let just anyone fuck my throat like you did?
” He groans, and I jump up, handing him his underwear and jeans.
“I never let anyone in, butterfly, except you.”
He blinks up at me, his gaze slightly hazy. “Oh.”
I hold his gaze as I bare myself. “It’s going to be hard for me to look anywhere else.”
Ansel’s hand is trembling as he slides it into mine. “Then don’t.”