Page 139 of Arctic Titans of Northwood U: Volume 1

“You wish,” Caden said, his voice husky. He slowly wrapped his arms around my shoulders. He was sweaty with exertion as he yanked my entire body down and impaled me on his cock. Movement came from both sides, his arms flexing as they pulled me down and his hips thrusting forward. In it, I was lost, and I loved it. He was using me in all the ways that suited me just fine. “You’re just another hot fuckboy, Partridge.”

Fury inspired me to yank a fistful of his hair from the back of his head. He lifted his head, his neck bare, and I slammed my lips against it. The suction was sudden and excruciating for him. He yelped, ramming into me in revenge, but it was too late. His neck was bruised with my own mark. “Then you’re this fuckboy’s toy, Jones,” I said against the hickey that glowed an angry red on his neck.

He didn’t appreciate being played with like that, I thought. One arm slipped from under me and his hand seized my throat. Anger flared in his eyes, sweat trickled on the sides of his face, and he bared his teeth in a sinister smile. He held my throat in a firm grip, not enough to bruise me, but enough to keep me in place. “Call me your toy again, I dare you,” he purred.

“Or what? You’ll fuck me harder?” As I challenged him, I reached for his hips again and dragged him closer to myself. We both groaned and exhaled and then paused to catch a breath.

“Fuck,” Caden whispered. “Are you alright?” The hateful mask fell for an instant, revealing genuine concern. I couldn’t describe the feelings that passed through my chest in that instant. There were too many. One, very distinct, was gratitude. And I had never expected to feel that when Caden Jones was part of the equation.

“Shut up and fuck me, boy toy,” I said, a slight smirk touching my lips. It lit a fire under his ass.

“Oh, if that’s what you want…” He pulled out abruptly and I found myself empty and clenching. It took my breath for a moment, but Caden’s swift movement made me forget all about air.

The world flipped on its side. I was suddenly lying on my front, my limbs scattered and spread. Caden, heated and panting, lay on top of me. His skin was slick with sweat, but so was mine, and some small part of me leaped with lust at the thought of our sweat merging.

I could feel all the stiff muscles of his torso along my back. And when he settled his cock between my cheeks, I instinctively relaxed for him. He entered me far quicker than I’d expected, dropping all those pretenses of niceness and gentleness. He was the beast I’d poked with a stick.

Lying on top of me, he made my breathing very limited, but his hands traced my arms and reached my wrists. He slammed his groin against my ass, causing more wet and embarrassing sounds than I could count. Each one was followed by a moan from my mouth and a lightning bolt of pleasure passing through my chest. Every shred of me was tense and soaked with lust. Every bit of me felt something new.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I repeated on and on. “Just like that. Fuck my ass like that, Jones.”

Caden released my left wrist and grabbed the hair on the back of my head. He lifted his torso, shoving my face into the pillows and bent my other arm around so he could hold my wrist still on the small of my back. He kept his torso upright simply by leaning against his arms, which held me in place. And he had his way with me.

While I occasionally flailed with my legs, practically spreading them wider for him, I loved every last thing he was doing to me. I reveled in the sensations he sparked in me with his cock. And I lived for the friction of my dick rubbing against the bedsheet.

“You’re a mouthy fucker, aren’t you?” He yanked my head up so I could breathe. Not that I needed it. I was getting so many other feelings that oxygen became irrelevant.

“Fuck me harder and I’ll tell you,” I grunted, thrusting my ass up. I still felt like he was holding back a little bit, as if he was too careful not to hurt me. By now, the generous amount of lube he’d used and all his spit on my hole made me so slick that he had no problems sliding in and out. He’d done his homework, loosening me for his cock, and I seemed to have the natural talent to adjust to these new sensations quickly. And while I still felt those jolts of oddness when he went deeper than usual, it was ultimately the most pleasurable thing I’d ever experienced. As I pushed my ass against him, he rammed into me and growled, squeezing that fist that held my hair.

I was so fucking close and desperate to come that I whimpered my plea in the next heartbeat. “Keep going.” And Caden obeyed for once. He kept a steady pace, making my dick rub against the mattress and massaging the place of my pleasure as he had promised. My eyes rolled back in my head and I wiggled my left hand under my body because my right was trapped on the small of my back. I had only just touched myself and felt that my orgasm was inevitable.

“Fuck…” I squeezed my cock hard and thrust it through my fist. “I’m coming.” The throbbing seemed to happen everywhere at once. My cock pulsed, my hole clenched, my toes curled so hard that my right foot cramped. My head pounded with the echo of my heartbeat. Profanities poured over my lips as cum spilled over the tangled bedsheets. My hole clenched so hard that Caden whimpered and thrust himself deep into me, his cock pulsing so hard that I felt it through my body.

He filled the condom in rapid throbs, the rest of him shivering hard enough that I felt it. He slowly sank lower, lying on top of me and panting against my ear. His face was wet, just like mine. My breaths were shallow. My body slowly calmed down, although I was still so alert to all the sensations that when Caden began to pull his cock out, I felt the tingling in my ears and toes.

Caden remained on top of me for a while longer, my hole clenching and feeling his absence. It was warm all over, probably bruised after its merciless treatment. A notion floated through my mind, but I pushed it aside. I didn’t know what this was. I didn’t know what it made me. And I didn’t care. I’d let myself try something new and Caden had given me the craziest orgasm of my life. I wasn’t going to ruin it by thinking about the details.

Instead, I turned slightly to where Caden’s mouth was open and air flowed in and out. It was loud and annoying. I wanted to shut him up and have another taste of him. His eyes opened when my lips pressed against his, and his eyebrows rose high, but he surrendered to it the next instant. He slid off of me, not breaking the kiss, and let his tongue venture out to meet mine. I tasted myself on his lips and tongue and my heart murmured.

Later, as we lay in silence, he asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, why?” I had been staring at the ceiling, deliberately avoiding thoughts. Too many were swelling somewhere below the surface of my consciousness.

“Uh, I’m big, that’s why,” he said. “You took it well.”

“Did I?” I turned my head to face him.

He watched me quietly for a few moments. “You sure did.”

“If you’re asking me if I had plenty of practice, I assure you that you’re my first,” I teased.

Caden chuckled softly. “Nah, I believe you. Not to get too personal, but I was like that, too.”

“Oh, hell, let’s not get personal after you fucked my brains out.” I laughed out loud.

Caden took the joke in good faith, laughing with me. He shrugged a little. “We’re big guys, I guess. Your ‘tight’ isn’t the same as some scrawny twink’s ‘tight.’ But still, I was kinda worried I’d hurt you.”

Even talking about it made me aware of the novel feeling in my butt. The only thing I could imagine would be a melting ice cube on a very heated body. It was constantly there, never truly passing. “You didn’t hurt me.”