Chapter Twelve #6
I couldn’t get enough of Caden. The soft lights in the room made his features kind and warm.
He was nothing like the fuckface I knew every morning of my college life.
This guy was something totally different.
And for all the rough play he had promised, he was still falling short.
He was caring in how he leaned into me, probing me deeper and squeezing all the air out of my lungs.
His thick cock was as hard as marble. It filled me a fraction of an inch at a time.
And even when I winced at how fucking big he was and how far away our bodies were, he was mindful of me.
Caden squeezed my ankles harder. “If you push, it’ll hurt less.”
“It doesn’t hurt.” It was barely a whisper—a rustling of leaves in the wind.
Caden cocked one side of his lips. “It’s because I’m not even moving.”
I widened my eyes and realized I was doing the opposite of what he said.
I tightened around the couple of inches he’d pushed into me.
And when it clicked in my head, I knew what to do.
The act made my cock feel numb in a way, but it relaxed my hole so much that all my sensations came from there.
Caden, sliding in, reaching the place that made me giddy and swim with lust, was right.
It was easier like this. It wasn’t exactly painless, but I wasn’t sure if I could call this pain at all.
I felt his size inside of me. I felt how hard he was as he dipped deeper.
Hell, I could feel the grip on my ankles as acutely as anything else he was doing to me.
And as I pushed, my abs flexing hard, precum trickled out of my cock.
Each time Caden thrust into me harder or deeper, I felt it through my taint and precum beaded on the tip of my hard cock.
His moves were still reserved and careful, but I could feel myself stretching and accepting him with growing ease.
Each time, he impaled me a little deeper.
Each time, the thrust was a little harder.
And each time, I moaned a little louder.
My lower back and ass were lifted high enough for me to clearly see his actions. And using his athletic weight, Caden was slowly pushing my legs further back and leaning lower over me. At first, I was only aware of him impaling me more intensely, but I soon realized we were both moaning.
What had begun as a gentle training of my body to accept him turned into a vicious fight for dominance. Caden had me where he wanted me, thrusting his hips forward and slamming against my ass, filling me with his length while I cried out curses.
I couldn’t and wouldn’t push him away, but I wanted him to know he wasn’t the only one calling the shots.
Instead, I pulled his hips, forcing him to reach deeper into me.
And when that wasn’t enough to satisfy my needs, I forced him to free my ankles.
I practically dragged him down and grabbed his head when it was within reach.
Holding his thick locks of dark hair in my hands, I pulled him down and slammed our faces together.
We moaned, but we also kissed, and the messy symphony played on. He swallowed my cries and I his curses.
It must have infuriated him to be so submissive to my whims that he fucked me harder, forcing me to whimper and moan louder. I couldn’t fucking believe this was real. But I couldn’t tackle those thoughts, either. I embraced only the physical part of it. Whatever it was, it was damn hot.
“I fucking knew you wanted me,” I grunted over his lips as I wrapped my legs around his waist. Each time he thrust into me, I felt his size anew.
I felt how much of him was in me. It was yet another thought I didn’t dare unpack.
It was too sexy and destructive. It was too real.
It was so hot that even forming it into images made me want to come.
“You wish,” Caden said, his voice husky.
He slowly wrapped his arms around my shoulders.
He was sweaty with exertion as he yanked my entire body down and impaled me on his cock.
Movement came from both sides, his arms flexing as they pulled me down and his hips thrusting forward.
In it, I was lost, and I loved it. He was using me in all the ways that suited me just fine.
“You’re just another hot fuckboy, Partridge. ”
Fury inspired me to yank a fistful of his hair from the back of his head.
He lifted his head, his neck bare, and I slammed my lips against it.
The suction was sudden and excruciating for him.
He yelped, ramming into me in revenge, but it was too late.
His neck was bruised with my own mark. “Then you’re this fuckboy’s toy, Jones,” I said against the hickey that glowed an angry red on his neck.
He didn’t appreciate being played with like that, I thought.
One arm slipped from under me and his hand seized my throat.
Anger flared in his eyes, sweat trickled on the sides of his face, and he bared his teeth in a sinister smile.
He held my throat in a firm grip, not enough to bruise me, but enough to keep me in place.
“Call me your toy again, I dare you,” he purred.
“Or what? You’ll fuck me harder?” As I challenged him, I reached for his hips again and dragged him closer to myself. We both groaned and exhaled and then paused to catch a breath.
“Fuck,” Caden whispered. “Are you alright?” The hateful mask fell for an instant, revealing genuine concern.
I couldn’t describe the feelings that passed through my chest in that instant.
There were too many. One, very distinct, was gratitude.
And I had never expected to feel that when Caden Jones was part of the equation.
“Shut up and fuck me, boy toy,” I said, a slight smirk touching my lips. It lit a fire under his ass.
“Oh, if that’s what you want…” He pulled out abruptly and I found myself empty and clenching. It took my breath for a moment, but Caden’s swift movement made me forget all about air.
The world flipped on its side. I was suddenly lying on my front, my limbs scattered and spread. Caden, heated and panting, lay on top of me. His skin was slick with sweat, but so was mine, and some small part of me leaped with lust at the thought of our sweat merging.
I could feel all the stiff muscles of his torso along my back. And when he settled his cock between my cheeks, I instinctively relaxed for him. He entered me far quicker than I’d expected, dropping all those pretenses of niceness and gentleness. He was the beast I’d poked with a stick.
Lying on top of me, he made my breathing very limited, but his hands traced my arms and reached my wrists.
He slammed his groin against my ass, causing more wet and embarrassing sounds than I could count.
Each one was followed by a moan from my mouth and a lightning bolt of pleasure passing through my chest. Every shred of me was tense and soaked with lust. Every bit of me felt something new.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I repeated on and on. “Just like that. Fuck my ass like that, Jones.”
Caden released my left wrist and grabbed the hair on the back of my head.
He lifted his torso, shoving my face into the pillows and bent my other arm around so he could hold my wrist still on the small of my back.
He kept his torso upright simply by leaning against his arms, which held me in place. And he had his way with me.
While I occasionally flailed with my legs, practically spreading them wider for him, I loved every last thing he was doing to me. I reveled in the sensations he sparked in me with his cock. And I lived for the friction of my dick rubbing against the bedsheet.
“You’re a mouthy fucker, aren’t you?” He yanked my head up so I could breathe. Not that I needed it. I was getting so many other feelings that oxygen became irrelevant.
“Fuck me harder and I’ll tell you,” I grunted, thrusting my ass up.
I still felt like he was holding back a little bit, as if he was too careful not to hurt me.
By now, the generous amount of lube he’d used and all his spit on my hole made me so slick that he had no problems sliding in and out.
He’d done his homework, loosening me for his cock, and I seemed to have the natural talent to adjust to these new sensations quickly.
And while I still felt those jolts of oddness when he went deeper than usual, it was ultimately the most pleasurable thing I’d ever experienced.
As I pushed my ass against him, he rammed into me and growled, squeezing that fist that held my hair.
I was so fucking close and desperate to come that I whimpered my plea in the next heartbeat.
“Keep going.” And Caden obeyed for once.
He kept a steady pace, making my dick rub against the mattress and massaging the place of my pleasure as he had promised.
My eyes rolled back in my head and I wiggled my left hand under my body because my right was trapped on the small of my back.
I had only just touched myself and felt that my orgasm was inevitable.
“Fuck…” I squeezed my cock hard and thrust it through my fist. “I’m coming.
” The throbbing seemed to happen everywhere at once.
My cock pulsed, my hole clenched, my toes curled so hard that my right foot cramped.
My head pounded with the echo of my heartbeat.
Profanities poured over my lips as cum spilled over the tangled bedsheets.
My hole clenched so hard that Caden whimpered and thrust himself deep into me, his cock pulsing so hard that I felt it through my body.