Because he wasn't sure what to do with that information and the strange emotions that threatened to bubble over, Cade shoved them aside and focused on the conversation. "This is your last chance to change your mind, Tristan."
"I don't want to change my mind."
Now that what he craved lay within reach, Cade's heart thudded wildly. He confirmed one final time. "You're absolutely sure?"
Studying the other man's face for any sign of indecision, he only saw that familiar determination.
"Yes," Tristan whispered, inching closer till they stood toe-to-toe, till Cade could make out the distinct shades of brown and gold in his irises. His pulse skipped erratically like some fucking virgin as he took in Tristan's flushed cheeks and his full lips, just begging to be kissed.
God, I want to ruin him.
He grabbed the front of Tristan's t-shirt and crushed them together. Grabbing his ass with both hands, he ground their hips together as he assaulted his mouth, pushing his tongue deep, taking what he wanted, demanding surrender.
He realized he was already hard just from a little making out.
Pulling back, he watched Tristan's eyelids slowly flutter open, revealing blown pupils that swallowed the color around them, and felt satisfaction that his partner already looked half-wrecked.
"Get on your knees," he commanded, his voice gruff from the wild hunger coursing through his veins.
It was almost comical how quickly the other man obeyed, and electricity zinged up Cade's spine at his unquestioning obedience.
As Tristan peered up at him, eyes hazy, face hovering centimeters from the obscene tent in his pants, Cade admitted he needed to calm himself, or this would be over before it even started. With both hands, he lowered his sweatpants and boxer briefs enough to set his dick free from its confines. It twitched right in front of Tristan's face, long, thick, hard and already leaking.
The man on his knees gasped softly, before looking up at him expectantly, lips parted, just begging to be used.
Cade's dick throbbed, but he tried not to reveal his desperation when he taunted, "Let's find out what that mouth can do besides ask a thousand fucking questions."
Leaning forward, tentatively at first, Tristan wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and angled it to his mouth. He experimentally kitten-licked the tip as Cade strained to keep his body still.
Overcome with a fierce desire to study every nuance on Tristan's face while he blew him, Cade growled, "Eyes on me."
Golden eyes snapped up.
"Don't take them off me, understand?"
Tristan obediently kept their gazes locked as he opened his mouth to draw his cockhead in. He swirled his tongue for a moment while Cade watched, mesmerized, taking in every small, subtle movement of Tristan's mouth as his lips wrapped around his dick. There was no question in his mind that this erotic scene would stay with him for a long while.
He randomly wondered how many cocks Tristan had sucked before, and felt an irrational, acute burst of jealousy at the thought of that mouth on anyone else except him.
Mine,the voice in his head clamored, loud and insistent.
Pushing the ridiculous thought aside, Cade fixated on the obscene vision before him. Tristan's focus remained faithfully trained on him as he flattened his tongue to the underside of his dick and then opened wide to take him deep. He gagged a little when the tip hit the back of his throat, and his eyes misted over before he pulled off for a second and tried again.
Tristan took as much of his cock in his mouth as he could and covered the rest with his fist. He increased the suction andbobbed enthusiastically, his lips forming a lewd circle around his dick, just like Cade knew they would. Tears spilled down the redhead's cheeks due to his occasional choking and the strain of keeping his mouth wide open for so long, and saliva leaked from the corners of his mouth, making the blow job too sloppy and wet and loud.
It was fucking perfect.
"You know how fucking amazing you look on your knees with your mouth on my cock?"
Tristan hummed but didn't slow his pace at all. The pornographic squelching sounds continued, along with the exquisite wet heat of his mouth and an occasional throaty rumble, but soon Cade’s restraint dissolved. He threaded his fingers into soft curls and yanked two handfuls of hair. Tristan groaned, but like a good little slut, kept his full attention on him.
"Put your hand on my thigh."
Instant compliance.
Fucking hell.
"I'm going to fuck your mouth. If it's too much, tap my leg. Understand?"
