I fight to hold back, but he keeps working me, sucking and licking in all the right ways as his hand continues to play with myballs. And when he moans, the vibration is enough to push me closer to ruin.
But I can’t come yet.
Just before he takes me into his throat again, I grab his shoulders and shove him back. He lands hard on his ass as his back thumps against the ledge behind him, and he looks up at me with a dark, angry glare.
“What the fuck?” he snaps, starting to rise.
“Stay right where you fucking are,” I say in a low voice as I wrap my hand around my cock.
And surprisingly… he listens.
Or maybe not surprisingly. Because as he lowers himself back to the rooftop and I nod to his sweatpants, that spark flares to life again, telling me exactly how badly he wants and needs this to keep going.
He slides his hands under the waistband of his sweats and pulls them low enough to free his cock.
For the love of god. This man is my greatest fucking weakness.
I pull a breath in through my nose and grip my cock tighter. “Stroke it.”
Cade locks eyes with me as he wraps his hand around himself and slowly starts working his length.
“Hm,” I groan, matching his rhythm. “Tell me what it feels like.”
But something shifts, and for some reason, the fire dims.
Fuck no, baby.
I lean forward and grab the front of his sweatshirt, shoving him back against the brick with a solid thud.
“I said, tell me what it feels like,” I murmur as I stare him down, willing that fire to flood him again.
But he just blankly stares back at me.
I press harder, pushing my fist against his chest and him into the wall until I see the wince on his face. And I don’t miss the way his hand picks up speed on his dick.
Then his eyes close as his breath catches. “Good,” he rasps. “Fucking good.”
I release him and grab the waistband of his pants, forcefully pulling them until his hips shift forward, enough for me to pull one of his legs out.
All he does is watch me as I grab his hand and lift it to his mouth.
“Suck,” I command.
And once again, he does as he’s told.
His lips part, and I push two fingers into his mouth as I lift his foot up on the chimney edge beside me. Then I lean back and stroke myself again, waiting for him to do what we both need him to do.
His eyes stay fixed on mine as he slides his wet fingers from his mouth, brings them down to his ass, and pushes one inside himself.
A guttural moan rips from my chest, and I stroke myself faster as warmth rushes through every inch of me.
“Fuck your ass while you stroke yourself, baby,” I pant. “Show me how good you can feel.”
Cade moans as he moves his finger in his ass and he jerks his cock, picking up his pace as he continues to look me dead in the eye.
He’s going to be the fucking death of me. And I don’t want to go out any other way.
Especially when he wets another finger and pushes both inside him.
