Page 136 of Arctic Titans of Northwood U: Volume 1

I snorted. “That’s one way of putting it, I guess.”

He undid the button and unzipped his pants, then pulled them down. Now, no longer tightened by the fit of his jeans, Caden seemed to grow. I’d seen him around, of course, in the locker room after a shower, but I had never seen him hard. Not like this. And not without the tight denim holding him back. He tugged his underwear down, pulled the waistband over his cock and bent to undress. When he straightened again, I gaped. I’d seen him in the locker room. I knew he wasn’t small, but holy fuck, I never realized there could be so much of a difference. My heart dropped into my stomach. I had barely gotten one slender finger inside of myself. How the hell did he expect me to take that? “You’re fucking hung,” I said, stating the fact.

Caden lifted one eyebrow at me. “What did you expect?” He set one knee on the edge of the bed and then bent down with his fists sinking into the mattress around my legs. He knelt on the bed on all fours and moved slowly higher up. An entertained and devilish smirk touched his lips. “I’m gonna love this,” he said. Why did it sound like a threat?

And why did it make my cock leap?

Caden grabbed me at the base and slid his fist loosely up and down my length.

I was barely able to inhale, wheezing with the effort to keep cool. Still, my chest shuddered. This was a guy’s hand around my cock. The thought clashed with itself in my head. The fact that it was a guy’s hand didn’t excite me. Hell no. When I looked into Caden’s deep green eyes, I fully understood what this was. He was the reason I was coming apart. He was what I desired. Male or not, it was Caden who pushed my buttons like this.

He licked his lips, his piercing gaze never leaving my eyes and bent down. When he opened his mouth, I thought I would faint. And when he pushed his slick, pink tongue out to press it against my cock, I groaned.

I wasn’t going to make a fool out of myself. Not in front of Caden Fucking Jones. He would have to work for it if he wanted to make me into a mess of feelings with a puddle of cum on my stomach. I wouldn’t make it easy for the fucker. It was lucky he’d gone out and given me the time to take care of myself once already, though. Feeling the warmth of his mouth on my dick and watching his eyes bulge with the effort it took him to swallow me was still too hot. I was teetering dangerously on the verge of another orgasm. But I didn’t want to give Caden the satisfaction. Not yet.

Mustering all my self-control, I bit my lower lip. It was both a gesture of seduction and a neat way to distract myself from how warm his wet tongue was against my throbbing length. He kept his mouth wide open as he licked me from the base up, his hot breath making me feel things I had never experienced before.

There was something incredible happening here. I’d had more hookups than most people my age, but I had never been in bed with someone so shamelessly eager as Caden. He had no reservations about worshiping my cock. He wasn’t shy about slapping one hand on my abs and holding my thickness in the other, all the while looking into my eyes. It was a challenging look. I just didn’t know what the challenge was.

And when he reached the swollen tip of my cock, slick with precum, Caden wrapped his lips around it and sucked me into the warm embrace of his mouth. I sank into him, looking into his eyes, savoring the fact that he was sucking my cock while anticipating getting topped by him. Too many thoughts of worry crossed my mind to process them all, so I chose selective ignorance.

Caden had some mean skills I’d never thought about. He could relax his throat by the sheer power of his will. He could swallow me without gagging, stretching his mouth wide open and letting saliva trickle down my dick. The pressure on the tip of my cock was so immense I had to push Caden’s head back several times in fear of spilling into his throat way before my time. But every moment when my mind accepted this as a reality and not some odd erotic dream, my heart stumbled. It wasn’t even the strangeness of this act that made my pulse quicken, but the pure sexiness of our sinful lust.

I grabbed Caden’s hair on the back of his head and thrust myself into him, taking some semblance of control into my hands. But the fucker wasn’t easy to dominate. He was a horny beast with a suitcase of control issues. He snatched my hand by the wrist and trapped them both on the mattress, sliding down my length and sealing his lips around it. The vacuum his mouth created threatened to suck the soul out of my body. And if you asked Caden, he would say he had enough reasons to do just that.

But my eyes rolled back and a moan left my throat. I was channeling my inner slut in ways I’d never predicted. And I fucking loved it.

The whistling of air between my gritted teeth warned Caden that I was falling apart. The threat was real and worse still when I pulsed in his mouth.

He pulled back just in time. My cock fell flat on my stomach and jerked several times before I calmed down. It was nearly done and he hadn’t even touched my ass yet. As I heaved air into my lungs, Caden licked his lips. “Fuck, that’s a lot of precum.”

I snorted. “I’m not even sorry.” I wiggled a little, pulling myself up from the bed as Caden knelt straight.

He cocked his head, wearing a smirk, as he wiped the corner of his lips with one knuckle, examined the drop of slickness, then licked it with the tip of his tongue. “That wasn’t a complaint, but a compliment.”

I would have had my orgasm then and there had I not been forcing myself to relax for the past minute. His words and actions were so filthy and novel, sparking every incredible reaction in my body and exciting me in places I’d never thought could feel that way. Not only was my cock restlessly pulsing, but my chest tightened and my stomach fluttered. Warmth spread from my groin, rising to my face.

Caden scanned the bed. “Do you want a pillow?”

I frowned. There were a dozen pillows thrown against the headboard of the bed. “What for?”

Caden closed his eyes like he was dealing with a petulant teenager. He sighed, then smiled. “Just lie on your back, Partridge.” And I did. Obviously, I didn’t know half the things I should have, but I wouldn’t apologize for that, either.

Caden lifted a pillow from the pile as I lay on my back. My head and shoulders were on the heap of soft pillows, but Caden wasn’t interested either in a pillow fight or in making my head more comfortable. Instead, he touched my hip. It must have seemed a casual gesture for him, but the sensation that soared through me was almost like he’d touched me with a bare wire. There was an intimacy in this simple touch, his fingertips on my naked skin where no guy had ever touched me.

I lifted my butt and lower back, realizing too late why I might need the pillow. He meant to fuck my brains out.

The thought stretched my lips against my will. I desperately wanted to show some defiance, but the whore in me leaped with joy. Fuck me already, I wanted to beg, stopping myself just a moment before the words tumbled out and forever changed the way he thought of me.

Caden tucked the pillow neatly under the small of my back, then set his hands on my knees. I watched him as he centered himself between my bent legs and scanned my entire body. His gaze caressed my cock, abs, pecs, and finally landed on my eyes. The slightest tremor in his lips was a ghost of a smile. “There’ll be no living with you after this, but…” He shrugged as if he still debated whether to say something or not. “I often wondered what this would be like.”

Again, the goofiest grin stretched my lips and I wanted to slap myself back into seriousness. “Oh yeah?”

Caden scoffed. “Don’t blow your trumpet. It’s just sex.”

I pulled my lower lip between my teeth and dragged it out as his hands slowly traveled from my knees to my groin, caressing my thighs. “Had I been used for unholy purposes?”

Caden’s unamused glance spoke volumes. “You are an unholy purpose.”