I walk to face him, his skin paler in the light of the lamp. I’m surprised to see nervousness in his eyes.
“What is it?” I ask.
He wets his lips. “Maybe you’re not the only one who’s jealous, and maybe it’s time I show you some commitment.”
I swallow a lump in my throat. “And how are you going to do that?”
“With my ass.”
“The hell?”
He exhales. “Fuck me.”
I remind myself to breathe. “Are you serious?”
“A cock in my ass is a serious thing, so yeah, I am.”
I’ve been hoping for this moment for a long time, not believing he’d ever agree. This means more than just sex—it means how much he trusts me. “You don’t need to show me commitment.”
“I think I do. I want to.”
“Well, are you sure you’re ready?”
“One way to find out, but if you’re not in the mood—”
I grab his ass from behind. “I could be in a coma and still be in the mood.”
“Good. So, how do you want me?”
*
I move the lamp across Caden’s naked body, tracing every curve and every muscle. I know his body by heart, except for the one part I’m finally about to explore. He’s lying naked on his back, his legs bent as he watches the moon. His chest rises steadily,but it’s the tension in his eyes that reveals he’s anything but calm.
I lean down to kiss his cheek, but he tilts his head to meet my lips with his. We kiss slowly, far enough from the others to feel like we're completely alone.
“I’m nervous,” I say. “I haven’t done this a lot.”
“Unlike me, who walks around the Hive getting fucked every day.”
“So the rumors were true.”
He laughs and strokes my cheek. “Try not to overthink this, and I’ll try not to clench too much.” He exhales. “Fingers first?”
“Tongue first.” I raise his bent legs for him to hold. “Your hole is beautiful.”
“Thanks. It takes a village.”
“Lucky villagers.” I lean my head down and stick out my tongue. Even down there, he smells like lake water and campfire smoke. The second I touch his opening with the tip of my tongue, he shivers. I give him a proper lick, pulling a loud gasp from his mouth. I soak his hole with my spit, his thighs shivering at the sides of my head. He grows louder when I move to his balls. I can’t fit both in my mouth, so I suck on each one thoroughly, using my left hand to stroke his cock. He lets go of his legs and rests his feet on the ground. With his hands free, he covers his face, moaning into his palms.
I raise my head and say, “Don’t hide.”
He lowers his hands, his face flushed. “You’re crazy.”
“Tell that to my finger.”
I slip half my finger into him, but I stop when I feel resistance. I wait for his face to relax, then I slowly move my finger back andforth. He can’t hide his discomfort, but his cock remains hard. I kiss the inside of his thighs, making my way upward until I reach his cock and take it in my mouth. I continue to finger him as I suck, loosening him up until I can move my finger in and out with ease. With the sounds he’s making, I worry he might shoot before we get to sex, and there’s no way I’m missing out on that.
“Should I open you more?” I ask.
