I sit on the bed and lean down to kiss his back. It feels different, more rugged, but it’s a part of him now, so I’ll get used to it. I kiss my way downward until I reach his ass and lick each firm hill.
“I want you to fuck me,” I say again.
“We’ve established that.” He turns on his back and touches my cheek. “Is he going to keep you here?”
“He said he would.”
“Don’t ever let your guard down with him. Promise me that.”
It scares me to see the fear in his eyes. “I promise. I think he’s only keeping me here because of you. Does he really want you to fight a New-Human?”
“Yes, but I don’t know when.”
“Can you really beat him?”
“I don’t think so, but Hector does.”
“And then what? What does he get out of making you the champion?”
Caden sighs. “A conqueror.”
I take in that word, the weight of it. “He wants you to lead the Raiders?”
“It sounds like it. He wants to take over Colorado. The New-Human was supposed to do that, but Hector can’t control him, so he doesn’t want to give him all that power.”
“But even if you are the champion, you’d never—”
“I don’t know what I’d never do, Finn. Not anymore.”
He’s unsettled, and I can’t blame him. It’s impossible for me to imagine a world where he would betray his people, but I also couldn’t have imagined any of what is happening. The least I can do is make him feel better at this moment, to take some of the burden he's been carrying alone. I stroke his cock, and he lets out a soft breath, hardening in my palm. I lean down to take him in my mouth, sliding my tongue up and down his erection.
“Your hair is longer.” He slides his fingers through my curls to find a grip.
I relax my jaw and let him take over. He rocks his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of my mouth until he’s hitting the back of my throat. I want to give him this sense of power after it was stripped away from him for weeks.
“Sit on me.”
I raise my head and straddle him, careful where I place my hands on his torso. I position myself above his crown, shivering at the brush of his cock against my opening. As slowly as I try to take him, his size makes it a painful challenge. He strokes my thighs but remains silent until I get most of him inside me.Breathing heavily, I shift to lie on top of him, his hands stroking my back.
“Am I hurting you?” I ask.
“No. I told you it’s worse than it looks.”
I slide back to take another inch of him, commanding my muscles to relax. “You can take it from here,” I say.
He holds my hips and slowly slides deeper, sparking pain tangled with pleasure, until he’s all the way in. I sway my hips, feeling more of him with every shift. His hands slide up and down my body, though he’s careful with his touch. My precum drips onto his pubes, some sliding into his navel. He scoops it up and sucks on his finger.
I lean forward to hold his hands above his head, looking at his face as I ride his cock. The whole world is reduced to the inches between our eyes. I can tell his pleasure is mixed with fear and doubt, as if he wants to fully be here but can't. I can offer him physical pleasure, but the ghosts in his head are beyond my control.
“Can I make you come, Finny?”
I sit up. We usually last longer, but these are less than ideal circumstances. “Yes, and forget what I said about that nickname—I like it.”
“I knew you’d come around.”
He strokes my cock. My moans grow louder, though I try to keep my voice down. As much as I don’t want this to end, I shoot all over his stomach in torrents. Within seconds, he climaxes inside me while gripping my hips.
We move to the bathroom, where Caden washes me under the hot stream. There’s a heaviness to his movements, a sort ofsadness in his touch. It feels like he’s saying goodbye. I turn to face him and increase the current, making it harder for Hector to hear us. “You don’t get to give up on me, like I didn’t give up on you.”
