“Fuck yourself for me,” I tell him. “Fuck yourself for me while I fuck us together.”
Cade gasps a little, but doesn’t hesitate as he reaches down. He has to hitch his leg, both of us shifting as he finds a good angle and eventually pushes his fingers into his hole.
“Rough, baby. Make it hurt, just like you like.”
I barely recognize my voice when I get like this. In the same way that Cade turns into a completely different person, so do I. But I think it’s what we both need right now.
Cade must add another finger, because he tenses up and lets out a few squeaky, desperate gasps. I’m continuing to jerk us both off at a steady pace, stopping occasionally to collect whatever moisture is leaking there and spread it around the head of Cade’s cock.
“That’s it, Cade. Do you feel full? Are you getting fucked just the way you deserve?”
He bites his lip and whimpers, but I see him working his fingers deeper into himself, shuddering with pleasure as I tighten the grip I have on us. My hips are thrusting, helping rubour lengths together, and with every inch of us pressed together and my forehead resting on his, it feels just as intimate as it ever has when I’m inside him.
“Fuck your fingers until you come, Cade. I need you to come all over me. I want to feel your cock pulse and watch you gasp as you tighten around yourself and make a mess. Fuck yourself for me, baby.”
His hand is moving faster now, reckless and sloppy, and I tighten my grip, reaching between our cocks to press my thumb against the underside of his head for a second. The air fills with slick, sloppy sounds as I work us both over before shoving my tongue back in his mouth.
Cade starts to whine, desperate little noises punched out one after the other to the rhythm of his fingers inside him and my fists around us both.
“Uh—uh—uh—uh,” he gets higher and higher, spreading his thighs further open beneath me, fucking his hips downward with a single-minded desperation.
“Come for me, beautiful,” I tell him before putting my tongue back in his mouth, and I’m rewarded by a strangled noise and the pulse of his cock as wetness spurts between us.
I don’t stop. If anything, I speed up. I keep milking him for every last drop of cum, but then, as his body starts to relax, I keep going.
Cade’s arm relaxes a little, but I keep jerking us both. I’m so focused on him right now, I’m able to hold back the tide of my own orgasm. His cock is softening a little in my hand, but not entirely.
“Don’t stop,” I say. “Keep fucking yourself until I tell you you’re done. Find your spot, and fuck yourself as hard as you can.”
Cade whimpers, but I see his fingers start working again with renewed energy. He’s shaky, but I can see the shiver of pleasurethat’s still going through him every time he grazes his prostate, even if he’s flinching from my rough grip on his oversensitive cockhead.
We fall into a sort of trance, for a while. I keep jerking us both steadily, Cade keeps fucking himself on his fingers, and gradually, minute by minute, the oversensitivity shifts back to pleasure. By the time he’s fully hard again, I can see the deep purple color of his cock, and he’s too overwhelmed to kiss me back, instead whimpering meaningless sounds at me between gulped breaths and pawing at my back with his splinted hand.
“That’s it, Cade. So fucking good for me. Are you going to come again? Come again all over me like you need to?”
Cade shivers and bites his lip again, but he nods to me, a glazed look in his eye.
This time, his orgasm builds slowly. His body gets tighter a little bit at a time, and each time I think he can’t possibly get more tense without exploding, he stiffens up a little more. He’s shaking consistently now, and the noises have quietened to just breaths.
“You can do it. Come one more time for me,” I say.
I lower my head to his chest and tug his nipple between my teeth, teasing the swollen bud. Cade cries out once, and then what feels like minutes later, he finally comes in my hand.
It’s nowhere near as much as before, but he still slicks the space between us with his release.
“Oh fuck, Cade,” I mutter, suddenly turned on beyond measure. I release his cock with a gasp, shifting my grip to just mine, and jerk myself frantically, knuckles dragging over Cade’s stomach with every movement, our bodies pressed together. My mouth falls against his sweaty skin in an open kiss, and my hips buck into him a few times before I finally spill my own release.
“Fuck,” I grunt again as I come, my wetness joining his.
The grip of my orgasm starts to relax, and a rush of emotion seems to flood the space it left behind.
“Jesus, Cade,” I say again, pulling our mouths together. “I love you. I love you. Please don’t leave me.”
I don’t know where the words are even coming from, but I can’t stop repeating it as I rub my face against his and milk the last bit of pleasure from myself.
Even once I’ve released my cock, the feeling of intensity doesn’t fade. I keep riding his body, moving my hips as we both grow soft, but now touching his face and holding him close to me.
I don’t know when he comes back to himself enough to talk, but he starts saying “It’s okay,” over and over as I tell him how much I love him, and the words are eventually enough to stem the frantic tide that had built up in me.
