Chapter 11 Possession
Cade
Tristan looked utterly wrecked. Tear tracks splintered down his cheeks, etching watery paths from his bloodshot, hazy eyes to his swollen, bruised lips. Angry red blotches and teeth marks covered his skin, from neck to thighs, and his raspy, unsteady breaths betrayed his aching need.
Cade felt deep satisfaction as his gaze devoured his masterpiece, more stunning than he could have ever imagined.
And he wasn't done yet.
An ache that felt an awful lot like addiction clawed in his chest. Tristan’s response to him seemed to manifest straight from his dirtiest dreams. He accepted everything Cade dished out and remained unresisting and eager to please, like he couldn't get enough either.
"Get on your hands and knees."
The man under him scrambled into position, then peeked over his shoulder, his expression expectant and hopeful. He probably hadn't adequately prepared him for the size of his cock, but he suspected Tristan would enjoy the burn.
They were about to find out.
Teasing his tip against Tristan's entrance, he waited several long beats to ramp up the anticipation.
Then all at once, he embedded himself fully.
Tristan let out a throaty moan, and the sound rumbled in Cade's ears, beautiful and perfect. Rubbing a palm in circles over his hip, he soothed, "Shh, you can take it, Tris. I know you can."
The tight heat made him want to rut like an animal, but he remained still until Tristan's breathing steadied.
"There you go, baby. You ready? I'm gonna fuck you now."
He took the incoherent mumbles for consent and began to move, setting a rigorous pace from the start. Tristan hummed softly and tangled his fingers in the sheets but made no move to stop him.
"Such a good boy, taking me so well."
A guttural moan was Tristan's response to his praise, just before his arms buckled, and he collapsed. The side of his face rested on the bed, so Cade had an unobstructed view of his gorgeous, ravaged face — tears leaking from his closed eyes, shallow breaths rasping through parted lips.
He looked ethereal.
Cade continued to pound, his grip digging into the meat of Tristan's hips.
"Yeah, there you go, baby. So fucking good for me, so fucking tight. You feel so good squeezing around my cock."
Bleary eyes fluttered open for a split second, then drifted closed again. Watching this man completely pliant and yielding beneath him prompted a potent rush of gratification and hunger.
What he told Tristan was true: he was sexually attracted to women but didn't prefer them because dominating someone smaller and weaker felt unfair. Instead, he preferred someone strong enough to fight back, someone who could resist him but chose not to.
Someone like Tristan.
Cade reached for a handful of hair and jerked the redhead to his knees, causing him to cry out with surprise. Pressing Tristan's back to his chest, he continued the punishing pace while he toyed with sore, swollen nipples and listened to low, weak groans rumble in the other man's throat.
"Look at me."
Tristan turned his head to the side. His eyes struggled to focus, but he gazed at Cade with no trace of fear and something that might have been adoration.
Fucking hell.
Brutally pressing their mouths together, he plundered with his tongue as Tristan's poor, needy cock bobbed with each thrust, flinging a long string of pre-cum around like some pornographic lasso.
He knew Tristan's orgasm loomed by the way he mindlessly rocked his hips, the way he snaked his hand to the back of Cade's head, pulling him impossibly closer, as if having Cade even this deep inside him wasn't enough.
"Cade, Cade," came the hoarse chant.
He ignored him, wanting to hear him beg.
"Cade, please, I need to … Please let me …"
A fresh wave of tears flowed down Tristan's cheeks, and Cade hungrily lapped them up with his tongue.
"Shhh, baby," he cooed. "Toys don't talk."
He captured another frustrated whimper with his mouth before circling his hand around Tristan’s neck. He heard a gasp of surprise or maybe panic, then felt hands latching onto his forearm.
He didn't move, just softly whispered, "You can use your safe word anytime, and if you can't speak, tap my arm, okay?"
Tristan nodded curtly but didn’t attempt to pull his hand away, and Cade took that as a sign to continue.
Inching his hand higher, he forced Tristan’s chin up and squeezed a little, not enough to cut off air, only enough to let him get used to the sensation and have a chance to tap out if he wanted to.
When there was no attempt to escape his grip, he continued to choke Tristan lightly as he fucked him hard from behind.
The erotic sounds of slapping skin and Tristan's soft 'ah, ah, ah's continued until Cade released his neck and shoved him onto the bed. Grunting weakly, Tristan collapsed onto his stomach, his arms too weak to support himself.
"Put your hands behind your back."
Shaky, feeble arms wobbled into position, and Cade gripped both wrists in one hand and pinned him to the bed with the other. In this position, Tristan was fully immobilized, but his mouth remained free, and he could safeword out if he wanted.
Cade resumed his reckless pace, his arousal escalating with each delicious slide of his cock. Tristan's breath hitched on every stroke, and he cried, "Yes, yes, oh god, yes."
"Getting close, Tris? Gonna come for me?"
"Yes, so close, please just a little more, please, Cade, oh god, please."
After one more brutal thrust, he pulled out completely.
Tristan wailed, "Noooo," and wept loudly and openly.
"It's okay, baby. I got you," he soothed as he rolled him onto his back. Tristan's pretty cock stood angry and purple from neglect, and he regarded Cade accusingly yet still opened his legs in invitation.
"You're like a bitch in heat, aren't you? You spread your legs for anyone, won't you, Tris? So desperate for a cock up your ass."
"No," Tristan croaked. "No, just you. Please, Cade."
His name, spoken in that husky tone, caused his chest to squeeze with frightening, alien emotions that he chose not to acknowledge. Instead, he covered his partner's body with his own and slid back home, reveling in Tristan's satisfied moan and the feel of his limbs wrapped tightly around him.
"You a whore for me? Just for me?"
"Yes, just you."
"You like me using you? You like being my toy?"
"Yes, god, yes."
Fucking hell. Tristan's voice, heavy with want and something like devotion, was unraveling him from the inside out.
"You like my cock splitting you open? You gonna come on my cock?"
"Yes, please, Cade, please."
Tristan whined so miserably that Cade took pity on him. Planting his left palm on the bed, he whispered, "Shhh, baby, I got you," before leaning down for a quick, dirty kiss. "Remember, you can tap out if it's too much."
In his fucked-out state, Tristan seemed slow to register his words and didn’t react until Cade wrapped his right hand around his throat and squeezed enough to obstruct his airway.
His hands flew to grip Cade's forearm, and his brows shot up, but he didn't speak or struggle.
Instead, his eyes rolled back in his head, and his eyelids flitted shut in surrender.
"Fucking hell, Tris. You look so fucking gorgeous right now." Tristan's face flashed with gratification, and Cade felt his orgasm take root in his gut. He couldn't resist anymore, not with the perfection he could see and hear and feel all around him.
"You're beautiful like this, you know that?"
He knew he should let go soon, should let Tristan breathe, let him come, but he was consumed with the desire to prolong this nirvana just a tiny bit longer.
"You feel amazing, Tris, like you were made to take me."
Tristan blinked rapidly, fighting to hold Cade's gaze.
"Are you close, Tris? You gonna come for me?"
He nodded almost imperceptibly.
"Okay, baby. You've been so good. Come for me now."
Cade released his hand from his throat, then closed it around his weeping cock as Tristan dragged in harsh, gravelly breaths.
It only took two strokes before his entire body seized up, and his dick kicked and shot cum out in spurts.
Seconds ticked by, and Cade watched with rapt fascination as Tristan finally experienced the bliss of his long-awaited orgasm, looking simultaneously like the most beautiful angel and the most shameless sex god he had ever seen.
The sight of Tristan's euphoria, combined with the clenching around his cock shattered the remnants of Cade's self-control.
A few more brutal thrusts and he was soaring, consumed by the burn of release, then floating through the aftershocks while vaguely registering that muscles continued to contract around him.
"So fucking beautiful," Cade whispered to himself as he stared at the man under him, relaxed and peaceful and sated. Stroking a finger across Tristan's cheek to wipe the remnants of tears away, he leaned down again to kiss him gently while a tender emotion blossomed in his chest.
Cade mumbled softly, "You were perfect, baby," as the truth settled in his gut.
His hunger for Tristan would never be sated.
He'd never get enough.