BECKETT #3
When the pressure of his legs was too strong, I grunted, and Caden twisted with the vibration of my voice against his tender place.
He released me and I pulled away, looking at his glassy eyes and heated face.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and cocked one side of my lips. “Are you ready?”
“Yes…fuck, please…” His faint voice was drowned out by the sharp inhale as I stood up and pulled my underwear down. I stepped out of them, my cock leaping and upright, and I let him watch me for a few heartbeats.
“Stay like that,” I commanded him, and Caden obeyed for once.
I moved quickly around the bed and found my condoms and lube. My hands trembled with excitement, but I prepared myself quickly, stroking my cock with a hefty dose of lube as I returned to Caden.
His cheeks were red, his dark hair sticking to his brow as sweat broke over his face, and his lips were parted to let the air flow freely in and out of his lungs.
He pulled his legs up when I positioned myself in front of him.
“Your finger…first…” His gasps did something wonderful to me.
Warmth rose from my groin. It spread all the way to my toes, fingers, and the tops of my ears.
Caden gently placed his feet right on my hard pecs, his ass lifted over the edge of the dresser.
My cock moved between his cheeks, giving us both the tingling pleasure of a tease before I pulled my hips back and let my lubed fingers find his hole.
It was ridiculously warm, pulsing under my touch.
When we locked our eyes together, Caden relaxed, and I massaged him like he had done to me last night.
He nodded at the slight pressure I added and my finger slipped inside of him.
Caden’s eyes rolled back and his voice caught in his throat.
My finger paused, waited for the reflex of his hole to pass, and then reached deeper into him.
The more relaxed he grew, the deeper I could reach him until my hand was hard against his butt and I could go no deeper.
Caden let out a long exhale of relief. “Fuck, that feels good,” he husked.
A whimper tore free from his throat when I pulled my finger back and thrust it in again. His eyes bulged and desire flashed all over his face. He liked it rough; it was the only way I knew how to play. “Can you take more?” I asked, my voice challenging him more than offering.
When Caden nodded, his shallow breaths burst from his mouth, making his chest shake, and I let my middle finger join the first. Caden’s eyes bulged as I loosened him.
The sensation was so novel that I couldn’t steady my heart rate.
It was erratic and my hand tingled with excitement, my head pounded with the echo of my heartbeat.
I shoved my fingers into the slick warmth of Caden’s hole.
I watched his face for every delicious reaction, every twist of his eyebrows, every plea he mouthed voicelessly, and the way his tongue crossed his lips every so often.
More. More… “More,” he said after mouthing the word twice, his voice cracked, but I didn’t hesitate.
He was far more receptive than I had been, if only for the experience, and I rammed him with three slippery fingers.
I looked down at my work. Caden’s cock was so hard that the skin darkened.
The head of his cock was purple with all the blood that flowed in and out.
His balls lay over his taint and I felt them on my bare wrist whenever my three fingers filled his body.
Precum glistened on the skin of Caden’s abs and the tip of his cock.
His toes curled on my pecs, then spread abruptly when I took his cock in my other hand.
I worked him on both sides, feeling his hole tighten around my knuckles whenever my other hand jerked him a little harder.
And when I swiped my index finger against his wet slit, gathering his precum, curiosity burned in Caden’s eyes.
I resisted the temptation, although I was desperate to know what he tasted like.
Instead, I carried the drop of silver precum to his lips.
Caden’s dirty fantasies matched my own. He sucked my finger in deep.
I doubted he could taste anything I’d give him, but he sucked on it hard.
And as soon as I pulled my wet finger out, he moaned.
I dragged it through the slickness on his stomach, then brought the mix of his saliva and precum to my lips, smearing it for him to watch.
As I licked it up, words broke from his lips. “Fuck me, please. Oh, please…”
My fingers slid out of him, massaging his hole quickly as it closed. A heartbeat later, I was holding my cock, searching his hole. The position was awkward for someone who was used to aiming a little higher, but Caden’s desperate look was awash with pleasure when my cock found the right spot.
“Easy,” he whispered.
I nodded at him as I let the tip probe him. I was thicker than my fingers. And I had noticed a difference in being fingered and penetrated by Caden’s dick even after he had stretched me loose.
I was careful not to hurt him in the first few minutes.
He was adjusting, holding an inch or two of my length inside his hole, tapping my hips with his fingertips to gesture me closer or to stop.
And as I felt him relax, I melted into him.
I slid inside his hole, experiencing the warmth and softness that contrasted with the abrupt tightness when he clenched.
Bit by bit, as Caden relaxed more, I managed to find a steady pace.
Back and forth, swinging my hips and letting his hands control how far I went, I fucked him slowly and passionately.
He embraced me more easily the longer I penetrated him.
My size didn’t let me go too deep yet, but Caden was searching and finding ways to twist his hips and lift his ass just the right way.
Each time, the angle seemed better and I entered him deeper.
My own heart was tripping like a foolish boy falling in love.
It was jolting whenever the reality tickled my consciousness and made me realize I was having sex with Caden Jones.
Caden let his feet slide up from my pecs to my shoulders.
I grabbed him by his hips and yanked him down my length, making him cry out in joy and pain that was familiar to me from last night.
I could almost feel it inside of myself, this thing I had done to him, but a wave of relieved laughter passed between us.
We were like two boys who stood too close to a firecracker when it went off—a sliver of fear followed by immense relief and amusement.
I rammed him harder again, searching for his limits.
My cock slid deeper, gaining inches as minutes passed, until I finally felt my balls slam against his crack and Caden cried out a filthy plea to hold myself inside of him just like that.
I paused, throbbing once, twice, as Caden clenched and relaxed. “Fuck me harder,” he demanded.
I did. From that moment on, with Caden’s ankles on my shoulders and hands around my face, I fucked moans out of his body.
His back rubbed the big mirror he was leaning against. The dresser rocked, thumping against the wall and swaying on the hardwood floor.
I moved my hands from Caden’s hips to his throat, holding him there and yanking him down as my hips thrust forward to wreck him mercilessly.