Fuck, do I want that.
“Harder,” I say. “Make me bleed.”
“Oh god, so good,” he moans, his fingers digging in deeper. “This is so fucking good. Oh my god.”
“Better than dinner?” I ask, and he nods, his hooded eyes meeting mine.
“So much better.”
I grin down at him and then roll us over, his legs straddling mine.
He stares down at me, his hair falling into his face. My hand drags up his chest and cups his slender neck. He wets his lips and his eyelids droop.
“You’re a hungry little butterfly, aren’t you?”
He nods, his fingers curling into my chest.
“Greedy and needy.”
“Yes. For you. Yes.”
“Then take what you want.”
He falls onto my mouth, kissing me roughly, all tongue and spit, until he drags those lips away from me and bites his way down my chest. His teeth are sharp, leaving little grooves in my skin, bruises I’ll proudly wear tomorrow. When he gets to my cock, he licks up the underside of it before pulling it into his mouth, groaning around my length. I can see his lips straining as he takes me, stretched impossibly wide.
I swear at the sight, my hands gently cupping his head as he swallows me down.
He bobs his head, his lashes fluttering open to meet my stare.
Those eyes. My undoing.
I’m too close. But I can’t come, not yet. I want to be buried deep inside him when that happens. Grabbing his hips, I roll us over until I’m hovering over him.
“Did I not do it right?” he asks shyly, and I bite down on his jaw.
“You did it so fucking right. I almost came, and I don’t want to until I’m inside of you.” He groans as I lick my way up his cheek and nibble at his ear. “You want that? You want my dick inside of that tight ass?”
“Yes,yes. Mets ta bite dans mon cul,” he chants.
“You talking French to me?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I fucking am.”
“So hot. You’re so fucking hot.”
I waste no time grabbing the lube from the bedside table and flicking the cap open. I kneel between his legs like he’s a fucking prince and I’m merely his servant, and let my wet fingers drag downhis cock. My other hand puts his left foot against my chest as I find his hole.
And when I do, I swirl my fingertip around the rim, teasing him, making him beg for it.
He does it so prettily, breathless and writhing. My name. It sounds so right from his mouth. So much better than the fake one.
Cade. Cade. Cade. Please.
Those words are a sweet temptation on his lips.
When I push a finger inside of him, feeling how warm and tight he is, his cock jerks, a bead of precum sitting on the end.
I lean down and lick it up, sucking on his head as I move my finger all the way inside.
