“I shouldn’t have said what I said, either. Because IknowI’ll like it. I’ll like it at the very least because it seems as thoughyouwill like it.” Cassian looked into James’s eyes with a kind of sincerity that made James’s heart flutter. “And I want to please you. I willlikepleasing you.” His lips curled into an impish smile. “Almost as much as you like pleasing me, perhaps.”
James couldn’t help but smile back. Cassian nuzzled his nose and continued.
“Let’s not linger on this,” he said—an order, not a suggestion.
Breathing a sigh of relief, James nodded. “Thank you.”
After one more kiss, Cassian moved between James’s legs. James took a breath and held it as he waited to feel Cassian’s touch.One second passed, or maybe two, and then he felt the warmth of Cassian’s tongue. Despite the fact that he had been expecting it, he startled a little, and then finally registered the pleasurable feel of the warm wetness over his hole.
Over and over, Cassian swept his tongue across James’s skin, even swirling in circles a couple of times, and the sensations sent little shivers of pleasure up James’s spine. James’s cock began to leak pre-ejaculate and throb with need. Desperate for friction, James began stroking himself, though he needed to keep his movements light and slow, pausing intermittently, so that he wouldn’t finish too soon.
After a while longer, the pleasure became too much.
“Cassian, I need you,” James rasped. “Please.”
The heat from Cassian’s tongue disappeared as Cassian sat up. James’s heart stuttered from the sight—Cassian’s mouth wet from saliva, his hair even messier than before. Holy hell, he looked absolutely feral.
James said, “Please fuck me.”
“Gladly,” Cassian replied before swiping his wrist across his mouth.
He walked forward on his knees. James was about to remind Cassian of the need for lubrication and ask him to make use of his own spittle, but then Cassian held out his palm. He raised his eyebrows once, silently requesting (or perhapsinsisting) that James be the one to supply them with their lubrication. Lifting his head, James leaned forward and spit into Cassian’s palm. Cassian proceeded to coat his shaft with it, pumping his fist twice, and James found the scene so Goddamned arousing that he nearly climaxed on the spot. Cassian held out his palm for a second time. James needed a moment to create enough saliva, and then he spit into Cassian’s palm again. Without hesitation, Cassian coatedJames’s hole, which was equally as arousing. James felt his face flush.
After that, Cassian wasted no time. Gripping James’s thighs, he began to shift his hips, pushing his cock inside, no fanfare or uncertainty in the slightest. James let out a whimper-moan as he tried to adjust to the feel of Cassian’s cock.
“Good God, James,” Cassian gritted out, stilling, though from his facial expression, it was obvious that he wanted thrust. “I might come soon. And I haven’t even moved yet.”
“I want you to come,” James said sweetly. “And I won’t last long myself, either. Your cock is... oh, fuck, it’s perfect.” Cassian’s cock wasn’t exactly large but it was perfect. Especially for this. And James wanted Cassian to know it. “It’s a perfect fit for me.”
Cassian let out a puff of air. And James wondered what was so funny.
“Ah, right, like the shoe,” Cassian said.
James raised an eyebrow. He hadn’t a clue what Cassian was talking about.
“Shoe?”
“Yes, the fucking shoe metaphor you were so fond of back in the lounge.”
“Shoe metaphor?” James wondered aloud before being struck with realization. “Oh! From when we were talking about love?”
“Yes, God, shut up and let me fuck you,” Cassian said. “I’m on the verge of spilling.”
James had to clamp his mouth shut by pressing his lips together for a couple of seconds to contain a bout of laughter. Cassian’s neediness was ridiculously charming.
“Sorry,” James said. “Fuck me. Please.”
Immediately, Cassian shifted his hips back and then thrusted forward. James’s breath hitched as pleasure streaked through him. He was still reeling from the sensation when Cassian thrust intohim again. James’s hands twisted the sheets as Cassian began to fuck him with abandon, slamming into him hard and fast and seemingly without concern for James’s potential pleasure or pain in the least.
It was incredible.
Sweat began to bead on Cassian’s brow, and his breathing became ragged. Enraptured, James stared at him in wonderment. He loved seeing Cassian like this—selfishly lost in his pleasure, claiming what was his. In a matter of seconds, James’s cock began to throb, becoming engorged from the rush of pleasure. James took it in his palm and began to pump his fist. Cassian soon increased the intensity of his thrusts, and his mouth fell agape as he became even more lost to his pleasure.
James moved his fist faster, enamored with the sight.
Cassian Penn Livingston wasmesmerizing.
Another sudden rush of pleasure moved through him.
