Chapter 15 Cade
CADE
I drag him upstairs, locking us in the room we’ve been using. The moonlight is bright tonight, the only witness to what I’m about to do to him.
He’s never looked hotter. His flushed cheeks. Sparkling eyes. Sticky hands.
My perfect, razor-sharp butterfly.
“You drunk?”
Ansel smirks. “No. I’m just right.”
I let out a long breath in relief as I step toward him. My cock throbs between my legs, the entire dinner a tease, a temptation.
“Are you mad?” he asks as I pull his hand up to my mouth and suck on his fingers, one by one. My tongue laps at the sweetness of him, savoring all of him.
“No, never. That was so fucking hot. You have no idea what you do to me.”
His breathing is labored as I place his hand on my crotch, letting him feel my erection. His fingers squeeze it, and I let out a low groan.
“Feel it. Feel what you’ve made me become.”
He bites his bottom lip, looking coy. “And what about me? What have you made me?”
He drags the heel of his palm down my dick, and I arch into his touch.
“What have I made you?” I breathe, stepping closer to him, tilting his head back with a twist of my hand, and sucking on his neck. He tastes like wine and caramel, like the best fucking dessert.
“You’ve made me delirious. Obsessed. I can’t think of anyone but you.”
I bite down on the tendon beneath my lips, making him cry out.
“Fuck me, please, Cade. Fuck the madness right out of me.”
I pull back so he can see my face. So he can understand how much I mean this. “If you let me do this, you’ll be mine forever.”
His lips tilt shyly. “Promise?”
I growl, hauling him up and setting him on the bed. He stares up at me expectantly as I rip my shirt from my chest and undo my pants.
I consider dragging this out, teasing him until he can’t take it anymore. But he looks too delectable sitting there, squirming like he can’t wait for that ass to be filled. I know right at this moment there won’t be any teasing. Not tonight. Not this time.
We’re too desperate to wait.
I tumble into his waiting arms, kissing him roughly. We roll around on the bed for a moment until he ends up beneath me. His legs slot between mine as I grind down against him.
Each kiss has me seeking another. Each touch has me craving more. I can’t get enough of him. He could be mine for the rest of my life, and I’m still not sure if that’d be enough.
It’s a dangerous feeling—a want like this. It’s like a fire under my skin. Threatening to consume me.
I won’t let it. I can control it.
Ansel moans my name against my mouth, an endless tattoo.
Cade. Cade. Cade.
“That’s right.” I nibble at his jaw, thrusting my erection against his. “Say my name, butterfly.”
He whimpers as I find a tender patch. I lave my tongue over it, kissing along his jawline until our lips connect once more.
Ansel’s kisses are as desperate as mine. He whines against my lips, sucking on my tongue until my eyes roll back in my head.
It’s so much, but not enough. I need him naked, need to be as close as physically possible. If I could crawl into Ansel and set up camp, I would.
I keep that thought to myself, at least for now. Like my brothers said, he doesn’t need to see all my crazy up front. We can save some for special occasions.
Our breathing is labored now. The bed is creaking under us as we writhe together. I pull myself up just enough to rip his shirt off. The material hangs in tatters, but from the moan Ansel gives, I don’t think he minds.
“That was an expensive shirt.”
“I’ll buy you a hundred more.”
With his chest exposed, I lick my way down it, sucking on his nipples, sliding my tongue into his belly button, and then biting my way down his hips. Everywhere I go, I taste him.
Salty and sweet.
Beautiful.
As I tear his pants from him, leaving him completely bare, I shuck mine as well, pulling our cocks together and stroking. The sensation, the way we look together, is almost too much.
“See how we fit together,” I whisper.
“Perfect,” he moans and spreads his legs farther apart, his fingers grabbing on to my shoulders.
His nails dig into my skin, and I hiss at the feeling of him scratching me.
But I like it. I like everything about him.
I want him to do this to me forever. I want him to pull me apart, look inside, and make a home.
Fuck, do I want that.
“Harder,” I say. “Make me bleed.”
“Oh god, so good,” he moans, his fingers digging in deeper. “This is so fucking good. Oh my god.”
“Better than dinner?” I ask, and he nods, his hooded eyes meeting mine.
“So much better.”
I grin down at him and then roll us over, his legs straddling mine.
He stares down at me, his hair falling into his face. My hand drags up his chest and cups his slender neck. He wets his lips and his eyelids droop.
“You’re a hungry little butterfly, aren’t you?”
He nods, his fingers curling into my chest.
“Greedy and needy.”
“Yes. For you. Yes.”
“Then take what you want.”
He falls onto my mouth, kissing me roughly, all tongue and spit, until he drags those lips away from me and bites his way down my chest. His teeth are sharp, leaving little grooves in my skin, bruises I’ll proudly wear tomorrow.
When he gets to my cock, he licks up the underside of it before pulling it into his mouth, groaning around my length.
I can see his lips straining as he takes me, stretched impossibly wide.
I swear at the sight, my hands gently cupping his head as he swallows me down.
He bobs his head, his lashes fluttering open to meet my stare.
Those eyes. My undoing.
I’m too close. But I can’t come, not yet. I want to be buried deep inside him when that happens. Grabbing his hips, I roll us over until I’m hovering over him.
“Did I not do it right?” he asks shyly, and I bite down on his jaw.
“You did it so fucking right. I almost came, and I don’t want to until I’m inside of you.” He groans as I lick my way up his cheek and nibble at his ear. “You want that? You want my dick inside of that tight ass?”
“Yes, yes. Mets ta bite dans mon cul,” he chants.
“You talking French to me?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I fucking am.”
“So hot. You’re so fucking hot.”
I waste no time grabbing the lube from the bedside table and flicking the cap open. I kneel between his legs like he’s a fucking prince and I’m merely his servant, and let my wet fingers drag down his cock. My other hand puts his left foot against my chest as I find his hole.
And when I do, I swirl my fingertip around the rim, teasing him, making him beg for it.
He does it so prettily, breathless and writhing. My name. It sounds so right from his mouth. So much better than the fake one.
Cade. Cade. Cade. Please.
Those words are a sweet temptation on his lips.
When I push a finger inside of him, feeling how warm and tight he is, his cock jerks, a bead of precum sitting on the end.
I lean down and lick it up, sucking on his head as I move my finger all the way inside.
When I pop off, his cock glistening from my spit, he’s flushed red, his entire chest and neck a pretty pink.
I dribble more lube onto my finger and push it back inside, wetting him for me. I want my dick to slide in without any resistance. I want to be balls deep inside of him until neither of us knows where one starts and the other ends.
“More, Cade. More. I can take it.” He arches his hips up, and I push a second finger in, scissoring him open, watching as his hole stretches.
He likes it, me working him open. There’s a flush covering his chest. His neck. His cheeks. His full lips are parted. His hands twist the sheets beside him, his eyelids fluttering as he groans.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a beautiful sight before.
I need more. I’m desperate for it. I want to learn everything that Ansel likes. What drives him crazy. What makes him moan the loudest.
I think I’ll spend forever doing just that.
I add a third finger, my wrist twisting, finding his prostate until he’s panting loudly. It’s only then that I liberally coat my cock, making sure it’s ready.
“Now breathe out,” I say. His eyes meet mine, and the trust there threatens to be my undoing.
“I’m ready.” His fingers curl against my biceps, squeezing roughly. “Please, Cade.”
My butterfly doesn’t need to beg. I slot the head of my cock against his hole and push.
He cries out as I enter him, his rim pulsing against me as I move inch by inch into him.
“That’s so good. You’re doing so well. Look at me. Look at me.”
His eyes never leave mine as I impale him, my full cock buried inside of him. And when I’m balls deep, I lean down and kiss him, tasting the desperation dripping off his tongue.
“How does it feel?”
“?a fait mal mais j’aime ca.”
“Mm, I knew it would be good.” My voice is husky. “You’re perfect.”
His fingers slide through my hair and tighten, a painful twist. “And so are you. Now, wreck me, Titan. I want to see you burn for me.”
It’s all I need. I hover above him, dragging my hips back and then snapping them forward.
Ansel cries out at the feel of it, his pleading not to stop egging me on. It drives me faster. Harder. Time ceases to exist. Nothing exists except for how this feels. How perfect this is.
Our skin slaps loudly as I fuck into that tight hole, his fingers raking love letters down my back. I don’t stop, and he doesn’t want me to. The bed slams against the wall, the plaster cracking as we move.
As we shake the earth.
Our bodies are merely souls fucking until we’re slick with sweat. It drips down my chin and onto his mouth. He licks it up eagerly as my cock pistons in and out of him. The sound of it, the way he takes me...
Perfection.
I can never have another after him.
His body starts to tremble, and I see his hand move between us to stroke himself. It makes me teeter closer to the edge.
When I smell his release, when I hear his soft moans of pleasure, when I feel his rim tighten around me, my rhythm falters and my orgasm rushes through me. My cock twitches, and I feel my cum coat his insides.
Marking him.
Mine. He’s fucking mine.
My body slows, and Ansel’s legs fall open, his arms spread wide as he gulps down air.
“Oh my god,” he moans, his voice raspy from screaming.
“You’re loud.”
He gives a hoarse chuckle. “You’re just that good.”
“I am.”
My cock slips from him gently, my eyes taking in his overused pink hole.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked that long before.”
I meet his stare and frown. “I don’t need to know that.”
His legs drag me closer until I’m hovering over him once more. “I just wanted you to know that it was amazing. I think you’ve ruined me for anyone else.”
That makes my chest puff out slightly. I go to remind him that there won’t be anyone else before remembering I’m supposed to be withholding some of my crazy. I’m not doing a great job so far, but I’m trying. Instead, all I say is “Good.”
He lets out a small laugh and then groans. “But god, I’m sore. Your dick is really big.”
“I’m sore too. The way you scratched me.”
I try to see the red marks down my back, but can’t make them out. I’m sure I’ll revel in them later.
“Did I hurt you?”
“I think by now you should know I like the pain. The more the merrier.” I pull him into my arms. “But you, you need a bath.”
“Not yet. Just hold me for a minute. I want to…” He yawns. “I want to rest for a minute. Being fucked like that takes it out of a guy.”
I watch as his eyelids shut and a happy hum leaves his mouth.
I let my lips press against his cheek, and my mind whispers to me in a soft, clear voice.
Mine. Always, forever.