I knew how I would want a girl. How I’d reach to pull her shirt off and get under her bra, lift her skirt. But Cade… this was all new to me. Completely alien.
The only thing guiding me was the sheer strength of my desire, and I knew I wanted more.
I reached for the front of his pants, sliding my palm along until I landed on a length that was hard and hot even through the fabric, making him gasp and flinch under me.
“A-Aiden,” he stammered.
“What?” I asked, pausing. Did he want me to stop?
“You’re – you’re touching my…”
“Penis,” I supplied helpfully. “Although technically, I’m really just touching your pants.”
Cade bit his lip in a mirror of the gesture I’d made only moments ago, and the look of him all ruffled with his lip between his teeth sent heat straight down to my groin. I squeezed him experimentally and watched a rush of red blood hit his cheeks and then fade out, like it knew it was needed more urgently somewhere else. He groaned loud then shook his head. He looked like he was trying hard to hold onto a train of thought that my hand was squeezing right out of him.
“W-wait,” he panted. I stopped moving, not wanting to do anything he didn’t want. “You’re not gay.”
“No, definitely not,” I agreed.
“So, what are you doing?”
Wasn’t it obvious? “Kissing you and touching your penis. I feel like we’ve been over this.”
“But,” Cade started, only to trail off and roll his eyes back into his head as I squeezed and palmed him again.
Did he think I was taking advantage of him? That I wanted to get off with someone, anyone, and he was just the nearest available warm body?
Would he still think that if he was the only one to get off?
I leaned forward and claimed his mouth again, needing to feel his lips against mine. Our tongues rose and danced together, almost distracting me from what my hand was doing for a moment. Then I found myself again, using the other hand to hold the back of his neck and tangle my fingers in his hair, rubbing my palm over his length.
God, he was hot.
Way hotter than I’d even thought when I first looked at him. Cute – that was what I had thought. But this guy below me, putty under my hands and mouth, his cheeks flushed and his hard dick enticing me – that wasn’t cute.
That was hotter than hot.
And I needed to show him exactly what I thought of him – so there couldn’t be any confusion.
I slipped my fingers over the waistband of his pants and undid his button one-handed, sliding the zipper down so I could get access to his underwear. I was doing it all blind, my eyes still closed as I kissed him so deep I was beginning to forget where I started and he began, living by the rhythm of his panting breaths as he reacted to every touch and movement. I reached down inside the fabric that was in my way and found his heated skin, soft and hard as hell all at once, velvety in my hand as I pulled him free and out into the air.
“Oh, fuck,” Cade whispered, breathed it, so gone already he didn’t seem able to do anything other than sit back and let me take control. “Aiden.”
“Yeah?” I asked, giving him one long stroke up and down, not wanting to deny him the opportunity to stop me if that was what he wanted. He felt so good in my hand, the effect was the same as if I was stroking myself – my dick shivered and jumped inside my pants, already leaking from the tip.
“Oh, god,” Cade answered, his hand traveling to grip my shoulder. Not trying to make me stop. Encouragement. He squeezed hard and when I stroked him again his grip tightened even more, gasping breaths coming out of his mouth as fast as if he’d been running for the last twenty minutes.
I looked down now we weren’t kissing, taking in the sight of him. His dick was a decent size, bigger than I had expected on his smaller frame. It was as pale as the rest of him – no, maybe a shade darker – and he’d shaved all his pubic hair away, denying me the chance to learn whether it would be the same color as the red hair on his head.
He was so hard, precum leaking from him and dribbling down onto my fist as I pumped it up and down, mirroring what I enjoyed when I jerked myself off. I glanced up to watch his face, how his eyes glazed over. He threw his head back as I increased my speed and I kept up the pace, watching his pulse jumping in his throat, speeding up even more when he began to moan thin and high at the back of his throat.
“Ai-Aiden, I… I’m…” he started to say with alarm, bringing his head down and looking at me with wide eyes – and our eyes locked as he came over my hand and his own stomach, just for a second, before he closed them and lolled his head back and panted for dear life. I looked down at my hand, the white goopy strands splattering his lower chest and sticking to me, and bit my lip even harder than I had before.
That sight…
No matter what happened here between us or after we left, I knew for sure I was going to be jerking off to that memory for a long time to come.
Cade sighed, a tiny little sound of satisfaction that told me the afterglow was wearing off. I grinned at him. He still looked blissed out. As I looked at his face, though, something like resignation came down over it. He sat forward and reached for me – or rather my jeans, putting his hand right on the fairly obvious bulge of my own hard dick.
