Caden sighs. “Fine. One finger, and it better not be your thumb.”
I hold back a smile. “Stand up.”
Having him in my bed will be easier, but I don’t trust myself in bed with him. I watch hungrily as he slowly takes off his clothes. His torso is a glorious sight, smooth and muscular. He drops his pants and underwear, and like the first time I ever saw his cock, my heart skips a beat. He’s semi-hard, but his cock doesn’t need a full erection to be thick and long. Taking that cock has always been a challenge, but I know how to take a cock, even though I hate to think of how I learned.
When Caden is fully naked, I remove my clothes, feeling his gaze like a physical touch. I know I’m not in his league, but he never gave me that feeling. Even now, he’s getting fully hard just watching me, his eyes sliding from my toes to my head.
Once I’m naked, I go down to my knees in front of him. He strokes my cheek as I kiss his treasure trail and make my way downward until I take him between my lips. I can’t take all of him, but I manage enough to make him moan. He grabs my curls firmly but not enough to hurt, knowing I’m comfortable with him dictating the pace. He fucks my mouth slowly, his crown brushing against the side of my throat. The faint taste of his precum dances on my tongue and makes me suck harder. His light brown pubes are right in front of me, but I can’t take enough of him to bury my nose between them. I touch them instead, tugging gently. His body is so familiar yet always enchanting. When we first became intimate during our journey to Kansas, we kept it a secret from Josh, limiting my chances of exploring Caden’s body. But we made up for that in the months that followed.
We find our familiar rhythm, switching naturally from him rocking his hips to me moving my head. I nudge him to spreadhis legs, then I slide his cock out of my mouth and suck on my middle finger. He watches me with both wariness and desire. I wait for him to say he’s changed his mind about the next part, but he doesn’t. I aim my wet finger between his legs, finding the spot between his firm ass cheeks. He shivers, so I wait a few seconds before slowly breaching his tight muscles.
He grunts but doesn’t try to push me out. I slowly slide my finger up and down, relaxing his muscles and getting him accustomed to the penetration. I suck him as I finger him, my tongue playing with his slit. His heavy breathing mixes with soft grunts that quickly grow louder. When my finger gets dry, I pull it out carefully and spit on it. He catches his breath, his broad chest going up and down rapidly. This time, when I slide my finger into him, his muscles welcome me in. I love knowing he trusts me enough to do this.
“You can… you can put another finger in.” He sounds surprised by his own words.
“Don’t just say that for my sake.”
“Finn, I’m not dripping precum on your floor because I’m suffering. Put another finger in. Fuck, can’t believe I’m saying that.”
“Say it again.”
“Bastard.” He holds my gaze. “Slide another finger into my ass.”
I don’t know when my birthday is, but maybe it’s today. I slide out of him and spit on two fingers before carefully sliding them inside. It’s more of a struggle with two, but when I’m fully inside, Caden’s legs begin to shake.
I barely need to move my fingers since he’s fucking himself while holding my head for balance. I’m back sucking his cock. If he moves his hips backward, he feels more of my fingers, and if he moves them forward, his cock hits the back of my throat.
I absorb every sound he’s making, every moan, grunt, and growl. No matter how angry or disappointed he makes me, I’ll always appreciate giving him pleasure. I can sense he’s getting closer, and I want him to shoot before his knees buckle. I crane my fingers inside him, pressing against the area I’ve noticed is more sensitive. Caden cries out, gripping my hair strongly enough to hurt. He shoots straight down my throat, and I swallow it all while still massaging the special spot inside him. When there’s nothing more for me to swallow, I slip him out of my mouth and carefully pull my fingers out, surprised to feel him clenching as if he’s not yet ready to let go.
Both of us are sweaty and breathing hard. He watches me through foggy eyes, his cheeks flushed. “Get up.”
I do, and before I can straighten, he pulls me in for a kiss. I grind into him, wrapped in his arms and welcoming his tongue. The friction of my cock against his abs is enough to make me come as well. He holds me tightly until I stop spasming, then he chuckles seeing the mess I left on him.
“Sorry,” I say.
“It’s fine. My abs are known to do that.”
We shower together, and I once more feel the familiar tension growing between us. But I don’t regret what we did. My body and mind don’t always have to agree on what I need.
We get dressed quietly, and I debate whether to ask him again to join me to High Hope. I stop myself because he promised to think about it.
“Have a good night,” he says by the door. “Thanks for the invite.”
“I didn’t invite you.”
“Agree to disagree.”
Once I’m alone, I sit on my bed, slowly floating back to the surface. If I concentrate, I can still feel my lips wrap around Caden’s cock and my fingers engulf in the warmth of his body. I sigh into the quiet of my apartment, wishing things were simpler. But maybe I'm not meant to have the man I want along with a job I adore and a home to call my own. I had none of those things until recently, making me feel that maybe I flew too close to the sun when it comes to achieving my dreams.
Timothy knocks on the door. He knows the entrance code, but he always knocks when he senses me inside. “Come in.”
He enters and shuts the door with one of his legs. “How was your evening?”
I shrug. “Nothing special.”
He stares at a spot on the floor. “Then I assume these drops of semen are yours?”
Shit. “Hmm, no. Not mine. I think.”
