“Back then? I would have probably wanted to curl up and die from embarrassment.”
“And now?”
“I think you know the answer to that.”
“Sure, but tell me.”
“I’d let you join me.”
He grinned. “That’s kinda hot.”
“Is it?” I wondered, the question leaving my lips before I could consider the consequences, as a frown creased his forehead. “I just mean…it’s been over a week now. Is it still weird?”
“A little,” he admitted. “But it’s not like abadweird, just weird. But I-I dunno how to explain it. It’s just ’cause it’s different, not because it’s bad. I like when ya touch me, I liketouchin’ ya, I like when we kiss, and I like when we do other stuff.”
“Hmm,” I said, lightening it up a little with a smirk. “And giving me head?”
“Okay, now see here,” he said with a laugh, his face tightening when I rubbed his inner thigh to get the last of the knot out. “I’m still workin’ on that, alright? I never had to figure out if I was a gagger or not.”
“Most people have a gag reflex; only a few are born without one. Other people have to work at not having one.”
“Ya didn’t do that.”
“I did,” I said with a snort. “But when you’re trying to get rid of your gag reflex, it’s understanding that you’re not getting rid of it completely, just enough to work with. If you weren’t hung like crazy, you wouldn’t think I had a gag reflex.”
“I’d say I’m sorry, but…I’m not,” he said with a snort.
“No point in apologizing for something you can’t control,” I said, satisfied I had got the worst of the leg taken care of. Just to be a brat, I groped his dick as it nestled safely in his underwear. “And you haven’t heard me complain, have you?”
“Mmm,” he said, his eyes watching me carefully. “Ya ain’t felt it either.”
“If you’re talking about fucking me, you’re right, but that’s what all that training was for,” I said with a laugh as I shifted so I could sit on his lap and massage his chest.
“Training,” he said with a chuckle. “I didn’t realize training was supposed to be fun. I remember it bein’ pretty rough.”
“I mean, even the good stuff can be rough,” I said with a chuckle.
I honestly had thought that he would be hesitant the first time he put my dick in his mouth, but really, his only hesitation had been trying to figure out what he was supposed to be doing. The second thing I thought he’d be hesitant about was puttinghis fingers inside me after he’d seen me doing it once while we were messing around. It turned out that he really wasn’t squeamish, and ever since then, he’d incorporated his fingers in my ass into everything we did. That was especially true when he discovered that fingering me while he clumsily gave me head was a surefire way to get me riled up quickly.
Not that he needed to go through the extra hoops for me to enjoy myself. Just the fact that it was Cade fucking around with me, and doing it with enthusiasm and curiosity, was enough to last me some time. That he was doing his best to be attentive and dedicated in getting me off was just a bonus.
I paused when I realized that my seat in his lap had gotten harder. I looked down at him and raised an eyebrow. “Don’t start.”
“You’re the one rubbin’ your ass on it,” he grumbled but didn’t look the least bit sorry. “I can’t help it.”
“I wasn’t talking about the boner, but any time I get you hard, you do your best to get something going,” I said with a chuckle as I rubbed his chest and leaned over to start on his arms. Honestly, it felt like the man’s body was one big knot; it was going to take a lot more than one session to get most of them out. At least I could get started on some of them, especially because the more time I spent rubbing him, the more he looked at me with eyes that were wondering why I was still wearing clothes.
“Can’t help that either,” he chuckled, closing his eyes. “I’ll behave.”
“Good,” I said, wondering how long that would last. As much as I had known that Cade, like the rest of our team, were human beings with hormones and desires, I had never thought about what they were like in the bedroom, or how horny they actually were. Okay, well, I had thought a bit about it, and there had been a few nights alone in a bunk, my dick hard in my hand, where I had fantasized about what Cade would be like if I got him alone.
I had been right that he was a horny person; he was just good at not broadcasting it. I had also been right that hereallyliked physical contact, which was precisely why this massage was a double-edged sword. What I hadn’t realized was just how much physical touch turned him on. Apparently there was a mental wall inside his head, because he could touch people all day and night and not have a reaction, but nowadays if I let my hand rest on his back or if he draped his arms over my shoulders, he started getting that look that told me we needed to find a private space and quickly.
And, oof, I could have never predicted how much he liked to manhandle someone when he was sleeping with them. So far, he hadn’t done too much, but every time he used his superior strength and size to move me around or reposition me, I felt that swooping sense of elation in my gut. One of these days I was going to have to provoke him into…doing whatever he wanted to me.
“So,” he began, his eyes still closed. “What, uh…brought ya to Arete? Was it…everythin’?”
I paused working on his other arm. “You’ve never asked me before.”
