Chapter Twelve #3
My cock throbbed when Caden thrust his hips forward. The impact was not world-shattering, but it was enough to make me moan like he was paying me to do it. I could feel the fucker’s lips stretching into a smirk against my mouth.
It triggered something familiar: a competitive nature I reserved for Caden Jones before all others.
I bit his lower lip, pulling it with my teeth until he whimpered and tightened his hold on my hair.
This riveting dance felt equally like foreplay as it did like settling a score.
And if Caden was petty enough to settle his scores like this, so was I. I had plenty to get back at him for.
This time, I didn’t ask him to undress. I undid the buttons on his shirt, one by one, from the bottom up.
Each button that came loose revealed more of him for my hands to feel.
And the more I felt, the more I knew how right this was.
How fitting. How well he knew how to spark every sensation in my body, to wrench all my excitement.
“Is this what you wanted?” he purred against my mouth.
I let one corner of my lips stretch up, daring my hand to drop from his steel abs to his crotch. “Don’t gloat, Jones. You’re hard as marble.”
A sniff-chuckle left his nostrils as he filled my mouth with his tongue again, shutting me up pretty effectively. I reached the top of his shirt, undoing the final button before I pulled the damned thing over his shoulders. He released the back of my head and let the shirt fall to the floor.
As he did this, I rested my hands on his chest. His stomach touched mine.
His shoulders bumping into me. His pecs rubbed against my own.
It was wildly appealing. So wild that I couldn’t understand why I’d never done this before.
To feel the meaty muscles tense like this and to grapple for control with someone whose strength matched mine, was the height of pleasure. And we hadn’t even dropped our pants.
When Caden gripped my bicep with his hand, I took his hip. One for one, we matched each other’s every little power move. Who could breathe louder? Who could growl harder? Who could push the other one back further?
When I replaced my hand on his crotch and found him hard enough to rip through those skinny pants, I couldn’t help but smirk. “You can’t pretend you don’t care either way,” I whispered.
Caden lowered his hand from the small of my back over the curve of my ass.
I wore soft sweatpants and he could feel every bit of me.
“You know what?” He used his other hand to navigate my head away from his lips and chin.
Instead, my mouth covered the length of his neck as he dropped his head back and spoke to the ceiling.
“I always felt that ass was wasted on a straight guy.”
Tingling spread from under every inch his hand covered.
His palm on my ass was hot enough to make me dizzy.
He’d probably done this a million times and I’d never done this until now, but I couldn’t imagine this ever getting boring.
The excitement that filled me almost spilled out of me as laughter.
I would have looked raving mad if it had.
Instead, I sealed my lips against his neck and sucked until he wiggled free of me and yelped.
Caden slapped his hand over his fresh hickey and bared his teeth. “If you gave me a hickey, I’m gonna fuck you twice as long.”
I didn’t take him seriously, but that was beside the point. Air drained from my lungs, saliva filled my mouth, and sweat covered my palms. Yes. Fucking yes, please. I throbbed visibly and Caden smirked.
“You are hell-bent on bottoming,” he said, stepping closer and touching my hips. He pulled me in so that my legs and hips touched his. My crotch rubbed against his hard length and my lower abdomen pressed against his. I wanted him out of those goddamn skinny jeans already.
I cleared my throat. Heat flushed my face, but I fought against the wave of embarrassment.
“Seeing as I’m ready, I’ll let you fuck me this once.
” Even saying the words was enough to threaten to cut our time short.
My cock was beyond ready to finish this party.
“Just remember, there’s nothing free about it. ”
Caden swept his hands back to my ass, squeezing my cheeks firmly and nearly lifting me off the ground.
I only managed to hold myself still by grabbing his upper back.
His muscles bunched as he looked deep into my eyes.
“I don’t do IOUs,” he said. As he relaxed his arms and released the pressure on my ass, his hands reached up to the small of my back.
He held them for a heartbeat, then pushed them down again.
But this time, he didn’t just slide them over my ass.
He thrust them under my sweatpants and boxer briefs.
His skin was on mine. His palms on my bare ass.
He felt me, sliding his hands so freely inside my underwear and stretching my cheeks wide.
If he had squeezed me harder, I would have come against his leg this instant.
I lifted a lip in a sneer that helped me soothe my rushing blood. “You fuck me, I fuck you. It’s only fair.”
Caden snorted, his lips hovering temptingly over mine. “There’s so much more to sex than that.” It was a seductive whisper preceding an abrupt move. His body pulled away, hands sliding out of my sweats, and he grinned. Before I knew it, he placed his palms against my bare chest and sent me flying.
I spread my arms and collapsed on the large, soft mattress.
In the moment that followed, I managed to prop up my torso on my arms, elbows sinking into the mattress, and only my upper back lifted.
I also managed a grin of pure amusement.
Whatever else was lurking in the depths of my mind, I didn’t let it intrude.
Caden was glowing under the subdued lights of the lamps, his crotch a hard length in tight denim.
He leaned down, hands catching the edge of my sweatpants and underwear.
He yanked them down, kicking a laugh out of me, and then a yelp when the waistband caught my dick and pulled it down.
The pressure was immense for a heartbeat, but my cock leaped back and slapped against my abdomen.
Caden’s cheeks were touched with pink, ears perking, and he distinctly pulled his lower lip between his teeth.
I had a feeling this wasn’t a surprise to him, which meant he’d thought of it before.
It didn’t count as bragging to say I was pretty big, especially when Caden’s pupils dilated at the sight of me.
I wondered if he feared for his ass when we swapped places the next time. The next time? I hadn’t even gotten through this and I was promising myself a repeat.
Caden nodded. “Predictable.”
I snorted. “That’s one way of putting it, I guess.”
He undid the button and unzipped his pants, then pulled them down.
Now, no longer tightened by the fit of his jeans, Caden seemed to grow.
I’d seen him around, of course, in the locker room after a shower, but I had never seen him hard.
Not like this. And not without the tight denim holding him back.
He tugged his underwear down, pulled the waistband over his cock and bent to undress.
When he straightened again, I gaped. I’d seen him in the locker room.
I knew he wasn’t small, but holy fuck, I never realized there could be so much of a difference.
My heart dropped into my stomach. I had barely gotten one slender finger inside of myself.
How the hell did he expect me to take that?
“You’re fucking hung,” I said, stating the fact.
Caden lifted one eyebrow at me. “What did you expect?” He set one knee on the edge of the bed and then bent down with his fists sinking into the mattress around my legs.
He knelt on the bed on all fours and moved slowly higher up.
An entertained and devilish smirk touched his lips.
“I’m gonna love this,” he said. Why did it sound like a threat?
And why did it make my cock leap?
Caden grabbed me at the base and slid his fist loosely up and down my length.
I was barely able to inhale, wheezing with the effort to keep cool.
Still, my chest shuddered. This was a guy’s hand around my cock.
The thought clashed with itself in my head.
The fact that it was a guy’s hand didn’t excite me.
Hell no. When I looked into Caden’s deep green eyes, I fully understood what this was.
He was the reason I was coming apart. He was what I desired.
Male or not, it was Caden who pushed my buttons like this.
He licked his lips, his piercing gaze never leaving my eyes and bent down. When he opened his mouth, I thought I would faint. And when he pushed his slick, pink tongue out to press it against my cock, I groaned.
I wasn’t going to make a fool out of myself.
Not in front of Caden Fucking Jones. He would have to work for it if he wanted to make me into a mess of feelings with a puddle of cum on my stomach.
I wouldn’t make it easy for the fucker. It was lucky he’d gone out and given me the time to take care of myself once already, though.
Feeling the warmth of his mouth on my dick and watching his eyes bulge with the effort it took him to swallow me was still too hot.
I was teetering dangerously on the verge of another orgasm.
But I didn’t want to give Caden the satisfaction. Not yet.
Mustering all my self-control, I bit my lower lip.
It was both a gesture of seduction and a neat way to distract myself from how warm his wet tongue was against my throbbing length.
He kept his mouth wide open as he licked me from the base up, his hot breath making me feel things I had never experienced before.