Chapter 61
Sixty-One
SEBA
I can breathe again.
Kissing Cade is a sacrament, one I participate in with reverence for how precious it is.
How privileged I am to taste his body and drink his venom.
I worship his mouth, sucking and licking and nipping until he’s panting and fisting my shirt.
Palming his waist, I coax him closer and closer until he’s straddling my lap.
Soft moans flow from his throat as my hand slides to his ass.
“I missed this.” Kiss.
“Mmm?”
“Having you.” Kiss. “This close.” Kiss.
He smiles into the next kiss. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I roll my hips up, holding his heavy-lidded gaze. “Did you?”
He grinds down in answer, his rigid cock dragging against my stomach. My head drops back with a groan.
“Fuck, I want you naked.”
Teeth scrape my bottom lip. “Then get me naked.”
His whispered challenge sets my blood on fire. My grip turns bruising as I flip him on his back. He gasps into my mouth and peels his shirt off while I work on his jeans. (Why the fuck are there so many goddamn buttons?) I get three of them undone before I lose patience and yank them down—
Hot pink.
Lace.
Boy-shorts.
“Fuck me,” I breathe out, tucking a fingertip under the elastic waistband, skimming back and forth over the prominent veins of his pelvis. “You wore these for her?”
His chin dips.
“Goddammit, Troublemaker,” I growl, palming my throbbing cock. A wicked gleam sparks in his eyes. His tongue darts out. I chase it, hovering over him as I toy with his briefs. “I could rip a hole in the back…”
“I just got these,” he whines.
I nip his jaw. “But you’d look so hot riding me in them.”
Goosebumps ripple down his neck and his chest. He's arching toward me and I don’t even think he knows he’s doing it. My fingers dig into the lace…
“Seba… don't.”
I pull.
“Don’t—”
Rip.
“Sebastian!”
Grinning, I widen the tear and sneak two fingers into his crease.
“You’re buying me another pair,” he pants as I suck on the soft skin right above his pounding pulse.
“I’ll buy you fifty of ‘em.”
“And you call me a heathen,” he scoffs.
“I’m what you made me, baby.”
His nails scrape the back of my neck as my fingertips massage his hole.
“Wait,” he gasps. “You gotta get naked too.”
Sitting back on my heels between his spread legs, I tug my shirt overhead and shove my pants down far enough to kick off, heavy cock springing free. His lips part, chest heaving as I take myself in hand and stroke.
“Shiiit,” he breathes. “That thing is a weapon.”
I nudge his thighs apart wider. “You can take it.”
His head falls back, exposing his throat to me. “I’m so fucked.”
“Not yet.”
He groans. It’s cut off with a gasp when I grip his shaft through the lace.
“Mmm, making such a mess in these panties.” His hips rock into my grip, the glistening pink tip of his dick slipping past the waistband of his briefs. I stroke him firmly, mesmerized by the precum dripping from his slit. “Looks like I’m gonna have to clean you up.”
I duck and drag my tongue over his sensitive head.
“Fuck yes,” he hisses. “Yes, yes, yes.”
My eyes close as I suck and lick his crown, the salty taste of him making my own cock leak. I pop off, sliding my hand up his abs, to his nipple, pinching and twisting until he’s writhing beneath me, whimpering, “Please, more, please.” Finally, my fingers arrive at his open mouth.
“Get ‘em nice and wet.”
His lips eagerly close around them as I return to his cock, taking him deeper than before and tracing the pulsing veins with my tongue. He moans, hips stuttering like he wants to thrust. I withdraw my soaked fingers.
“Take what you want from me,” I murmur, slipping between his cheeks and teasing his hole again. “I’m yours to use.”
His jaw drops as I suck him back into the warmth of my mouth and drive both fingers into his tight heat. He holds my head and tests a thrust. His cock touches the back of my throat, my nose nuzzling his pelvis. When I don’t gag, he chuckles. “No fucking way… did you train yourself to take dick?”
I shake my head.
“So you really are just one of God’s favorites. Got it.”
My laugh vibrates around his cock, making him moan louder. His fingers thread through the longer strands of my hair. “Alright, golden boy, I’m done playing nice.”
Good.
Rougher. More desperate. He’s giving himself over to me and it’s everything. I inhale through my nose, hollowing out my cheeks as he picks up the pace, my fingers matching the rhythm in his ass. I curl them, searching for his prostate…
“Jesusfuck, I’m not gonna last,” he gasps. “I’m— oh, fuck.”
I pull back right as hot cum bursts from his cock, pulsing on my tongue. Holding it in my mouth, I fold his knees to his chest and expose his hole, still spasming with his orgasm. I cover it with my lips, spitting the cum inside.
Another spurt shoots from his dick.
“Fuck, you’re filthy,” he groans as I tongue-fuck the cum deeper into him. Lubing him up. Once he’s soaked and bucking against my mouth for more, I grasp his thighs and rise over him, lining us up.
His eyes widen.
“Oh, we’re not done,” I grin, pressing just my crown into him. Pull out. Push in a little further. “Let me in, baby.”
Harsh pants chop his words. “Trying… but your… monster cock… is splitting me… in half.”
I freeze, trembling with the effort to stay still so he can adjust. He’s so tight my head spins. His legs shake as his body stretches around me, sucking me deeper. Slowly, his muscles relax. He’s hard as granite again, precum spilling all over his crunched abs.
“Seba.”
“Cade.”
Blue and honey eyes burn into me. “Fuck me. Hard.”
It’s like I’m possessed, ramming into him, my hand around his pretty throat as his eyes roll back in his skull. The sight of him surrendering threatens to unravel me before I’m ready.
“I never want this to end,” I grit out. “Your ass is heaven.”
He can’t even form words; he’s so lost to the onslaught of sensations. And I’m so delirious, I can’t stop talking.
“This? This is my religion. Fuck God, I worship you.”
I’m teetering on the edge when he whimpers. “I-I’m right there—”
“Don’t come.”
“But–”
I pull out, erupting all over his stomach, painting him in my climax.
“What the fuck, Sebastian?” he cries.
Ignoring his protests, I grab his hand and swipe it through the mess.
“What are you doing now?”
I’m still twitching from my release as I bring his slick fingers behind me. “Open me up.”
His eyes are saucers.
“Seriously?”
“Do you wanna fuck me or not?”
He shakes my hand off and takes over circling my rim. I tense for a second.
“Have you done this before?”
My face heats. I nod.
A snarl twists his lips. “With who?”
“No one, baby,” I promise. He’s still staring expectantly. Jesus Christ. “I wanted to know what you felt… when I was inside you.”
The realization washes over him, a devious smirk unfurling. “And you liked it.”
I shut him up with a sloppy kiss. His chuckle morphs into a moan as his finger breaches me, working in to the knuckle.
“Holy shit,” he breathes into my mouth. “You feel incredible.” I’m still so sensitive from the recent orgasm that I can barely hold myself up. Kiss-swollen lips graze mine, his free hand flattening on my sternum. “On your back.”
His palm guides me until I’m reclined on the cushions while he settles between my thighs. Nerves creep in as he scoops more cum from his stomach and smears it between my cheeks.
“Damn,” he whispers, gaze glued to where he’s rubbing me. “I better not be hallucinating ‘cause this is the hottest shit I’ve ever done.”
Two fingers enter this time. I suck in a sharp breath.
But the burn simmers into something molten and soon I’m rocking into his gentle thrusts.
He scissors his fingers, stretching me and spreading a new ache through my body.
He takes his time exploring me and when he finds my prostate, sounds I’ve never made before start slipping out.
“Yeah, feels good, doesn’t it?” he purrs.
“Too good.”
“Think you’re ready?”
I nod.
“Tell me you want me,” It’s rasped and dripping in lust. I cuff his throat, my thumb tracing the sharp edge of his jaw.
“I want you. I need you. All of you.”
Awe. Adoration. Something more— something I wish he’d say. It’s all there, beaming down at me.
Suddenly, I’m empty again. I prop up on my elbows at his abrupt absence.
He’s digging in the pocket of his discarded jeans.
Seconds later, he returns with a foil packet wedged in his teeth and hooks my knee, pushing it to my chest. He tears the packet open and pours lube on his cock…
which suddenly seems really fucking intimidating.
He must notice my apprehension because he kisses me again. And it works— I’m swept into his current, at the mercy of his will.
“If it’s too much, stop me,” he whispers.
“It won’t be.”
His breathy laugh is intoxicating. “So fucking stubborn.”
Then the blunt head of his dick glides past my rim.
Fire. My vision whites out. Impossibly full.
Then…
His hips roll.
“Oh… my… god,” I moan.
“Yeah, this might make me a believer,” he gasps, maintaining that torturously slow rhythm.
My laugh turns into a groan when he adjusts his angle, his cock swiping my prostate over… and over. “Just like that, baby.”
His forehead drops to my mouth, damp with sweat. “I think I’m dying.”
“Don’t die, I just got you back,” I murmur, kissing my way to his temple. We’re waves, rolling one into the other, the tide steadily rising higher and higher as we barrel towards the shore.
This feels different. Heavier and softer at the same time.
“Cade.”
Three words.
“Baby…”
Eight letters.
“I–”
Love you.
A supernova— a million tiny deaths.
My ears ring.
I'm coming and I can't stop.
Cade collapses onto me, neither of us able to move for a while.
Fingertips lazily swirl through the dusting of hair on my chest.
“Seba?”
“Hmm?”
“Does this mean we’re…” he trails off, biting his lip. I drag my finger up his smooth back. One mismatched eye peeks at me. “Like are you and me…”
“Together?”
He shrugs. I touch his jaw and lift his beautiful face. A flicker of vulnerability shines through.
“Is that what you want?”
“I mean…” He picks at his nail polish. There’s a little alien drawn on his thumbnail. “I’ve never had a boyfriend.”
“You said you’ve been with guys before.”
A scoff. “Yeah, I’ve hooked up with guys— and girls— but none of them wanted to date me. Actually, Andrea is the first person to take me on a real date.”
I’m simultaneously furious at the fuckers (myself included) and elated that no one but our girl was brave enough to try trapping him. I flip him under me, bracing my hands on either side of his head as my eyes greedily devour him. Fucked-out, breathless, flushed— he’s a work of art.
“One, you’re too good for them. Too good for me, too, but I’m a selfish bastard and I want you too much.”
The smile appears on his lips. The smile that turned a God-fearing man into a hellhound. I have to kiss it. “Two, I’m glad your first date was with our girl. Mine was too. Believe it or not, she used to like me.”
He laughs. “I’ll take your word for it.”
I kiss a path to his ear. “Three, there’s nothing I want more in this world than to be your boyfriend.”
His arms loop around my neck. “Does that mean I can fuck you again? ‘Cause that was the best sex of my life. Though I definitely came harder when you fucked me, so maybe we can switch every time.”
“Whatever you want, baby.”
He groans as if in pain. “What I want is for you to win back our girl so the three of us can fuck like animals.”
I sigh. “That would require her giving me the time of day.”
He frowns. Suddenly, his eyes bug in panic. “Oh shit, you’re my boyfriend.”
“Yes…”
“What about our parents?”
“What about them?”
“What do you mean, ‘what about them?’” He snaps.
“They’re gonna freak out! Then they’ll separate us.
Or send me away again. They’ll definitely send me away.
But they can’t because I’m an adult. And you’re an adult.
So it shouldn’t matter. It doesn’t matter.
Because they’re gonna find out eventually.
I mean, we’re NOT doing the secret boyfriend bullshit, I’m so over that.
So I guess we should probably tell them. ”
“Baby, if you’re not ready to tell them, we won’t tell them. If you are, we will. It’s that simple.”
“You don’t care?”
I kiss the line between his brows. “All I care about is that you’re happy.”
The look in his beautiful eyes shatters me into a million tiny shards. It’s hopeful. But so fucking sad. Like he can’t comprehend someone actually putting him first.
“I mean it,” I murmur, grazing his lips with every word. “Let me take care of you the way you deserve.”
“Ok,” he whispers, then kisses me back.