Settling beside him, Cade drizzled some lube onto his right hand and leaned down, his breath hot against Tristan's ear. "Open up for me, baby."
Stomach muscles clenching, Tristan opened his legs, his body coiled so tightly he felt he might shatter from a single touch. While Cade nipped and sucked at his neck, he focused his attention on the finger teasing at his rim, practically purring with anticipation. But as the seconds ticked by without any penetration, he tilted his hips and murmured, "Cade, please."
"Shhh," was the breathy response. "You'll take what I give you."
A tortured sob escaped as Tristan wondered whether he might die from the torment. To distract himself, he skimmed his hand up one muscled forearm, over a broad shoulder, into short, dark hair, while the smell of sweat and sex and that spicy scent he associated with Cade danced around them.
After what seemed like forever, Cade finally slipped a finger inside, embedding it completely until his palm rested against Tristan's taint. The relief was palpable.
"Yes," he breathed, vaguely worried he might come from the long-awaited deliverance.
"Yeah? You like that? You like having your greedy hole filled?"
"Yes. More, please."
This time, Cade didn't tease, just pulled one finger out and promptly dove in with two. Already catapulting toward the edge from that invasion, Tristan bucked his hips, needing more, until a hoarse growl commanded, "Stop. You take what I give you, or you get nothing. Understand?"
He felt tears sting as he stifled a sob and croaked out, "Yes."
"Okay, be a good boy, and I'll take care of you, yeah?"
He nodded, unable to speak past the massive lump in his throat.
"Just relax. I got you," Cade whispered before he bit and sucked relentlessly on a spot below Tristan's ear, then pressed a third finger inside. The pain persisted over several areas of his body, the stinging so constant that he barely registered it anymore. He gulped in a shaky breath and summoned the will to stop lifting his hips. But it took Herculean effort, especially when Cade fucked him with his fingers, searching for his prostate.
When he hit it dead on, Tristan moaned out, "Yes, oh, god."
Cade stroked it again but then angled away for several thrusts, purposefully avoiding the hypersensitive spot to taunt him. For a moment, Tristan thought he might go insane from the denial of what his body so fiercely craved. He wanted to whine, to beg if needed, but then those fingers prodded the spot again, and he saw stars.
"Oh, yes, god, yes."
But before he could suck in another breath, the sensation disappeared.
"Cade, please," he begged.
Ignoring the plea, Cade slid down to Tristan's chest, drawing one sensitive nipple into his mouth and pulling at it with his teeth while his fingers grazed against his prostate again. He continued the pattern, pressing directly at the tender spot and then avoiding it entirely while abusing his nipples. Tristan groaned, dizzy from the see-saw of sensations, pain and pleasure mixing so seamlessly he couldn't separate them, nor did he want to. He needed to come, but the denial was hypnotic, all-encompassing, and somehow, he knew, worth it in the end.
At last, he felt the burning sensation blossom deep in his lower belly after simmering below the surface, denied for too long.
"I'm close, please don't stop, please," he babbled.
He hadn't expected Cade's hand to still at the same time he bit down hard on his nipple. Tristan sobbed again when the unexpected sting and the loss of stimulation caused his impending orgasm to dissipate. It was too much.
"Please, Cade," he begged, his voice raw.
"Please what, baby?"
Another sob, a hiccup. "Please stop teasing!"
"Ahh," Cade hummed knowingly before latching onto one nipple, gently, then roughly, with no apparent pattern, ignoring the need pulsing off Tristan in waves.
When he added, "You don't get to decide that," tears glistened on Tristan's cheeks, and he nearly screamed with frustration. He wanted to yell at Cade, insist that he fuck him, that he relieve this unrelenting, all-encompassing need.
He had no control over his own body; his flesh belonged to this man to do with as he pleased. The thought made him ache even more acutely, to crave more deeply, to surrender more fully. The denial was infuriating, the refusal sublime.
The static buzzing in his head prevented him from thinking. He had no idea how long he stayed there on the verge of coming undone and never quite getting there, but eventually Cade captured his mouth in a wet, dirty kiss and pulled his fingers completely from his ass.
The sudden emptiness tore a pitiful, mournful sound from Tristan's throat that prompted Cade to shush him before he rolled a condom onto his engorged cock, squirted some lube, and gave himself a few long, slow strokes.
