Tristan licked his lips and ogled the thick cock, suddenly alert and overpowered by a bone-deep, visceral hunger.
"How many men have fucked you, Tris?"
His gaze snapped from Cade's dick to his dark, hooded eyes. Blinking, he swallowed hard, his mouth like cotton.
"I … I don't know."
"Guess."
"Maybe, um, fifteen?" he answered warily.
"Yeah?" Cade's tone suggested disinterest, but his eyes flashed with a dangerous gleam. Anger? Maybe even jealousy?
"Did you like it?"
Tristan's sluggish brain sputtered as he grasped for the best answer. He didn't want to lie, but also didn't want to provoke the other man when he already seemed menacing.
Gulping, he stuttered, "I g …guess," as blood whooshed loudly in his ears.
Leaning down, Cade placed his palms on either side of his head, hovering above him, trapping him. His eyes probed Tristan's as he asked in an icy tone, "Was it memorable, Tris? Do you think about them? About their voices and their hands? Do you think about how their cocks felt inside you?"
"No," was his immediate truthful response.
"Hmmm, good," Cade drawled as his eyes softened and his face relaxed. "When I'm done with you, you won't ever think about anyone except me, anything except my cock and my voice and my hands for the rest of your life."
The claim, spoken with such certainty, stoked the flames of Tristan's desire into a raging inferno.
He knew deep in his core they were true.
Chapter 11: Possession
Cade
Tristan looked utterly wrecked. Tear tracks splintered down his cheeks, etching watery paths from his bloodshot, hazy eyes to his swollen, bruised lips. Angry red blotches and teeth marks covered his skin, from neck to thighs, and his raspy, unsteady breaths betrayed his aching need.
Cade felt deep satisfaction as his gaze devoured his masterpiece, more stunning than he could have ever imagined.
And he wasn't done yet.
An ache that felt an awful lot like addiction clawed in his chest. Tristan’s response to him seemed to manifest straight from his dirtiest dreams. He accepted everything Cade dished out and remained unresisting and eager to please, like he couldn't get enough either.
"Get on your hands and knees."
The man under him scrambled into position, then peeked over his shoulder, his expression expectant and hopeful. He probably hadn't adequately prepared him for the size of his cock, but he suspected Tristan would enjoy the burn.
They were about to find out.
Teasing his tip against Tristan's entrance, he waited several long beats to ramp up the anticipation.
Then all at once, he embedded himself fully.
Tristan let out a throaty moan, and the sound rumbled in Cade's ears, beautiful and perfect. Rubbing a palm in circles over his hip, he soothed, "Shh, you can take it, Tris. I know you can."
The tight heat made him want to rut like an animal, but he remained still until Tristan's breathing steadied.
"There you go, baby. You ready? I'm gonna fuck you now."
He took the incoherent mumbles for consent and began to move, setting a rigorous pace from the start. Tristan hummed softly and tangled his fingers in the sheets but made no move to stop him.
