Cade swallows hard and bites his lip, but it’s not enough. I don’t want restraint… I want surrender. I want to feel him fall apart under me, and I want him to give meeverything.
My finger slowly slides over his hole, and a soft moan escapes him, almost lost to the whisper of wind through the trees.
“Louder,” I say, circling his hole again while my other hand slips under his shirt and finds his nipple, pinching until his back arches.
His head drops forward as his groan fills the air, and I smile.
“Good boy.”
Then he suddenly spins in my arms, and his eyes lock on mine, full of something fierce and unrelenting. I hold his stare and keep my smile in place as his gaze searches mine.
His head tilts slightly as he slowly raises a hand to drag it up my chest, then he wraps it around my throat. The same move I’ve used on him to push him into that space where hurt feels good, and giving in feels like taking control.
I watch him as he squeezes my throat, and the moonlight highlights the intensity in his eyes. His other hand works my belt open, slides into my jeans, and wraps around my hard cock.
A rush rolls through me as he grips my throat and strokes my cock, never breaking eye contact with me. In this moment, he owns me.
And for some reason, I’m allowing it.
His gaze drops to my lips, and then he leans in with a kiss that’s full of demand and possession. His tongue glides againstmine like he’s staking a claim, and I meet him with everything I’ve got.
When he pulls back, he tightens his grip on my throat.
“Fuck me.”
And just like that, I’m back in control.
I push him hard, spinning him around and bending him back over the bike. He stays put, quietly watching as I reach into the saddlebag and pull out lube and a condom. His eyes flick to mine, and I see the curious questions swirling in his gaze.
I just smile as I slick my fingers with lube.
“I always come prepared,” I say as I step forward and press my lubed fingers to his hole.
And the second I touch him, his head drops with the groan I’ve been waiting for.
“Fuck yeah, baby. Tell me how much you like it,” I murmur as I circle his hole with more pressure.
He pushes his ass back against me in response, but I slap it hard with my other hand and grip it tight to stop him.
“Isaid…” I squeeze the flesh of his ass so hard he flinches and narrows his eyes at me over his shoulder, “tell mehow much you like it.”
He glares at me, and I can practically feel the heat from his stare. But I keep hold of his ass and stare back at him, one finger still pressed against his hole.
“I like it…” he says slowly, “almost as much as you seem to like trees.”
That’s all I need.
I push my finger inside him, and his eyes close as his head drops between his shoulders. His fingers grip the seat of my bike as his beautiful groan mixes with the rustle of leaves and the sound of crickets.
“Hmm,” I hum, working my finger in and out of his ass as I grip my cock with my other hand and stroke. “This ass is perfect.”
He glances over his shoulder, and his eyes fixate on my fist working my cock.
“You like this?” I ask, pushing a second finger into him and watching as his eyes flutter closed with a shaky exhale. “You want my cock inside you?”
Cade then opens his eyes and reaches back, batting my hand away as he leans back against me. His hand finds my cock, and he gives me one slow stroke as he looks at me over his shoulder.
“The fuck do you think?”
