Another pulse of excitement rocked through him as Cade stepped away. Tristan took a few unsteady steps to the bed and got on his back as he was told, doing his best to appear calm despite the raging need coursing through him.
Cade straddled him andstudied his cock, now hard andleaking, the head shiny and wet."Look at you," he mocked, "so fucking needy already, and I've barely touched you.If you had a pussy, I bet you'd be so wet for me it would be dripping down your thigh."
The words twisted in his gut, a sharp sting of humiliation, jumbled with a fresh wave of desire. His dick throbbed and oozed some more as shame and arousal coiled together into one heady, burning sensation.
Dragging two fingers across the head of Tristan's cock, Cade gathered pre-cum, then pulled his hand back, causing a long, lewd string to stretch out and eventually break. Tristan watched with fascination and embarrassment before shifting his gaze to the strong form hovering over him, face hard, jaw set, eyes dark and glinting with a dangerous edge. A faint smirk danced across Cade's face right before he instructed, "Open your mouth."
Tristan immediately complied, and when Cade pushed two fingers into his mouth, he instinctively sucked and rolled his tongue around the digits, registering the salty tang.
"You look so fucking pretty like this, you know that? You were made to have your mouth stuffed, weren't you?"
The word "pretty" lodged in his brain, and his pulse quickened as he tried to do what Cade wanted, to accept whatever he gave him, desperate to prove he could be good.
When fingers pressed deeper, tickling the back of his throat, he tried to take it, but he struggled to swallow, and tears welled in his eyes.
"That's a good boy," Cade praised as he gurgled. "You love this, don't you? Being my plaything?"
A swell of pride bloomed under his ribs, and he hummed in agreement, desperate to be that good boy.Yes, he chanted in his head.Yes.
When Cade withdrew his fingers and slid down his body, Tristan choked and gulped for air. He had barely caught his breath when his partner settled between his legs and roughly shoved them apart, ripping another gasp from his lips.
Warm breath tickled the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, and he trembled, impatient and hungry for more.
"Your thighs are fucking flawless, you know that? I can't wait to mark them."
Cade latched his mouth onto the tender flesh, the suction vicious and unyielding. When Tristan whimpered in pain, Cade moved to a nearby spot, repeating the action multiple times until the skin stung, raw and sore.
Tristan's aching dick remained neglected.
"Cade, please touch me," he murmured.
The response was a harsh bite to the already sensitive spot, and Tristan grunted, frustration and lust raging through him like river rapids. He was dizzy and restless, ears buzzing, breaths shallow and raspy. Waiting was torturous, and relief washed over him when Cade finally removed his mouth and sat up on his knees.
Fluttering his eyelids open, he watched as the other man's brows drew together, his face contorted with anger, and he let out a string of vicious curses.
Tristan's heart stuttered as a shocking thought floated through his mind: if this bastard left him hanging like this, he might become a killer himself.
"What's wrong?"
"No lube," Cade spat out with venom, looking like he might murder the sadistic, cock-blocking, clearly straight man who stocked their safe houses.
"Oh, um," he stammered as heat flooded his face. "There's some in the top drawer, under my clothes. Condoms too. Different, um, sizes."
"What? How?"
"I, um … bought them. When we were at the store." Despite the flush of embarrassment, he was acutely grateful for the purchase, made under the flimsy pretense of them being a couple and fueled by a great deal of wishful thinking.
A feral grin spread over Cade's face. "You little slut," he said, sounding both impressed and scandalized. He leaned down and crushed his mouth to Tristan's, swiping his tongue through before he eased back. "Were you planning to seduce me?"
It took a minute to form thoughts after that raunchy kiss. "We were pretending to be a couple, and I saw you after your shower, and you looked … and you called mebabe! And I thought, I wondered … I mean, I got them just in case."
Just in case my deepest, wildest fantasies came true.
Cade smirked. "You're a horny little boy scout. You're perfect, you know that?"
Tristan warmed at the words, though he didn't understand why they affected him so intensely. Probably because no one had ever called him that before, and he longed to be perfect for this man.
As Cade leaned over to open the dresser, Tristan's eyes soaked in his angled profile, his scruffy jaw, then raked down his muscled form, from the expanse of black ink on his chest to his defined stomach, down to his thick, hard cock. God, every inch of that man was exquisite.
