Page 137 of Arctic Titans of Northwood U: Volume 1

Why the hell did this exchange make me beam with pride? I’d been his fantasy, apparently. At least once, Caden had thought of me while pleasuring himself. The idea put us on even grounds in a way. He was my world-shattering orgasm just over an hour ago. And he would doubtlessly be that again pretty soon.

His hands reached my groin. His thumbs settled on my taint, his fingers on my trimmed pubes. He added light pressure to my taint, pulling his thumbs between my cheeks just enough to tickle me and make me lose all air from my lungs.

My mouth gaped as we looked into each other’s eyes. The slightest frown wrinkled the space between his eyebrows. My breath hitched when one of his thumbs reached a little lower. I felt him brush over my hole and I clenched hard in an instant.

“Don’t worry. I’ll go easy,” Caden said. “It’s no fun if you’re not enjoying it.”

I didn’t know if ‘easy’ was what I enjoyed in this arrangement. It definitely wasn’t my favorite setup when I was in charge. Perhaps getting wrecked by a hung teammate wasn’t comparable to my previous experiences. I did have a lot to learn.

I nodded. “I’m not worried, Jones.”

And as he heard my words, he sank down. He practically laid his torso on the mattress, hands sliding up my thighs. He reached under my knees in the same go, lifting my legs, and his hot breath was all the warning I received.

Caden’s hair, brow, and eyes were still visible when he exhaled over my most sensitive parts. His slick tongue made my heart jolt at the first contact. A whimper broke out of me, not too different from those I’d heard from girls when I did something special for them. But the sensation was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

The uneasiness about being touched in all the new places left me as soon as it made itself known. Caden was determined and deliberate about it. His tongue dragged between my cheeks, sliding over my tight hole like I was a fucking popsicle. It seemed so easy for him that curiosity engulfed me. What did he taste like? Would I get to do the same in return? The idea of kissing him there made me dizzy with lust. It was like falling into a whirlpool of attraction. There was only one way out, but the journey was so good that I wanted to postpone it for as long as I could.

He was so free with licking me, soon growing messy and uncaring about appearances. There really wasn’t anything more intimate than that. Two people in their simplest forms, dropping all pretenses together with their clothes, not giving a damn about how ridiculous it all could have seemed. He slurped and moaned against my ass, pushing my legs back for me to hold, then spreading my cheeks with his hands. His lips sealed over my hole and the fucker sucked. I thought I would faint when I felt him do it. Instead, I became more alert than ever. Every tingle in my stomach seemed sharper than if he’d slapped my face. Every time the tip of his tongue crossed my hole, then playfully returned with extra pressure, felt like he was kicking my soul out of my body.

He wasn’t shy about the sloppy kisses he peppered all over me. His actions were the definition of body worship. He licked my taint simply because he could, not because it had any purpose. He reached up, lips around my balls, and sucked them each in turn into his mouth, keeping me on the edge’s edge. And dread filled me when I heard the quality of my own moans. I hoped to God the walls were soundproof. I had never had such a lack of self-control before.

Caden’s index finger massaged my hole while he played with my balls. Occasionally, he opened his eyes and looked at me and one of his eyebrows would tick upward as if to challenge me to make fun of him. I fucking wouldn’t. I was too far lost to string words together. And if I could form sentences, I would tell him how incredible he made me feel.

His soft moans never stopped coming through his nose. Even when he pulled back and pressed his tongue against my rim, slicking it more while rubbing his saliva around with one finger, he let those small sounds out.

Moving his finger in circles until I was well adjusted to the sensation and used to having his finger on my most private spot, Caden pulled his head back and looked at me. “Ready?”

I wasn’t sure what he was asking me, but I could surmise. He didn’t have his condom on and he wasn’t so cruel as to try breaking me in with that ten-inch thing. So, when I nodded, I was prepared for it.

“Ow, fu-ack.” Caden’s finger entered me smoothly, but my hole tightened around it so hard that he had to stop.

“Easy,” he whispered. The thumb of his other hand was softly rubbing my hole, soothing me. It was hard to describe what it felt like. It was not painful. It was the furthest thing from pain that I could imagine. But the surprise involved triggered a reaction in my body that made it impossible for me to stay relaxed. It was the novelty of having something enter me like that. Earlier, it had been my own finger. I had total control over it. Now, it was Caden, with his ideas and ambitions, his experiences and wants.

But the trust returned to me as swiftly as it had gone away. In this one thing, I could trust Caden. He had needed a lot of persuasion to even do this with me. “Go on,” I said, only then realizing how clenched my jaw was.

Caden was gentle when he pulled his finger back, almost all the way out. That alone made my toes curl, but when he slid it deeper in again, I moaned through my open throat. Air flowed in and out of my lungs, my voice mixing with it, cracking, dragging. Caden’s finger was slender and wet, probing me smoothly at a steady pace. Only when I felt his knuckles between my cheeks did I realize he’d pushed it all the way in. But an instant later, an explosion of warmth and giddiness thundered through me. “F-fuck, do that again,” I whispered.

He cocked one side of his lips as if I was missing something obvious. I didn’t have time to think about it because he did the thing he’d done before and my body embraced it. It was like a drug. It did all sorts of things to me; things that clashed and contradicted. It strung me tight with tension, but it also made me serene.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned. “That feels good.”

A low chuckle escaped Caden. He was sliding his finger in and out more freely, each time reaching the place where my joy was at its highest. “Just wait until I do it with my cock.”

I shuddered with anticipation. At first, I thought it was fear, but I realized how badly I wanted it when he pushed his finger in again and made me want more. I wanted him to go deeper. I wanted him to fill me with that thick cock even if it sent tears to my eyes. I wanted to feel him in my mouth, too, and gag on it. I wanted to worship him just the same as he had worshiped me.

“Wanna do more?” he asked softly.

Like I could say no to him now. “Fuck yeah.”

Caden aimed, then spat on my hole. It made my heart jump in my chest. I felt my pulse in my neck when his hot spit landed on my hole and his middle finger entered me. With two fingers, Caden turned his wrist clockwise and counterclockwise, probing me and stretching me bit by bit.

My toes curled harder with each thrust of his hand. And with every movement of his hand, I felt my body accepting this change in roles. It made me so alert to all my other senses. I could feel the wetness on my taint and the softness of the pillows under my head. I could smell the faintest trace of sweat on us both and my precum pooling in my belly button.

I didn’t even realize it immediately, but I found my hands traveling along my legs, feeling myself in ways I’d never done before. I was in tune with every spark of sensation around me. He was slow and deliberate, his fingers turning this way and that, his wrist jerking back and forth and left and right. And when I whispered a plea to give me more, he obliged.

His ring finger entered me and I almost breathed with relief at how easy it was, but then he pushed them deeper. The pain was just a flash, gone before I was even aware, but I could still feel myself being stretched wider.

When I grabbed his wrist abruptly, I thought I was about to move his hand away. But that sliver of pain melted away and I desperately wanted more. Holding his wrist, I met his gaze, bared my teeth, and jerked his hand closer, stuffing myself with his finger until I cried out.