The rest of the Buckinghams, though…well, they’re here without much complaint. Cade said they don’t mind the large estate. Without their father here, it’s home more than it ever was. And Samson, Dalton, and Harley have no one they need to go home to. Not at the moment. I like being here with Cade, and I can keep an eye on Neo, so it all works out.
It all worked out in the end.
I’m so fucking happy.
Cade brings me into the bedroom and kicks the door shut with his foot as he walks us to the bed. He sets me gently on it and stares down at me, almost reverently.
“Come on,” I say, wiggling slightly. “It’s been so long.”
Cade chuckles and then takes my swim trunks in his hands and tugs them down my legs.
I groan as my cock pops free, the tip glistening as he sinks to his knees and licks his way up my thigh.
“Fuck, I’m going to devour you.”
“Not too much devouring. I want to come in your ass.”
He chuckles and then pulls my cock toward his mouth, licking at the tip. My breath leaves my lungs, my entire body growing warm. Maybe this is too much. It’s been so long since I’ve felt his mouth on me, his tongue. I might not survive his ass.
“So perfect,” he murmurs before engulfing me fully. I arch up on a cry, my mouth open as I pant heavily.
He doesn’t let up, just continues to suck, making my eyes roll into the back of my head.
“I’m gonna come if you keep doing that. Oh my god!”
I lean up and see him grinning. Well, as much as he can around my dick. But he doesn’t stop. He just keeps going, reaching between my legs and tugging on my balls, making pleasure pulse through me.
My orgasm is abrupt and intense, my body shaking as I spill into his mouth.
He swallows it all and then sits up.
“Fuck. You made me come. What the hell!”
“Oh, I’m not done with you. Let me help you turn over.”
“Wh—?”
He reaches around my waist and helps me flip onto my stomach, my body stretched across the mattress. I turn my head, resting my cheek on the soft comforter.
“You comfy?” Cade asks, and I sigh.
“Relaxed and at your service.”
He massages my ass cheeks, spreading them as he does. I know he’s looking at my unused hole. I mean, it’s basically a virgin at this point.
“I’m going to fuck you, nice and slow. And you’re just going to lie there and take it. And when I’m done, I’m going to turn you back over and ride that cock.”
His fingers brush over the watercolor butterfly tattoo on my lower back, something he’s been doing a lot lately. It’s funny; when I got it, I had no idea how much meaning it would have. It was just a pretty design. But now it’s so much more.
It’s my connection to Cade.
“Oh god,” I moan as he flicks open the cap of the lube and drips some right on my rim. It’s cold, and I shiver, but soon my body heats. His fingers are inside of me, twisting, opening me up. He’s far too gentle, but I know he won’t take me hard. I know he’ll go as slow as he can to make this easy for me. To make sure no part of me is hurt in the process.
“How does it feel?” he asks as he brushes against my prostate.
I groan, my cock stiffening. Oh. Oh fuck.
“Good. I want to hear you. I want to hear how good this makes you feel.”
