Page 145 of Arctic Titans of Northwood U: Volume 1

“You’re turning me on so hard, Jones,” I murmured, throwing his T-shirt behind me and grabbing his body like it would make him more mine. “You make me want to do such filthy things to you.”

“What things?” he whispered, fingers running through my hair as I kissed his neck. “Tell me.”

My lips feathered over his collarbones. “I wanna make you choke on my dick, Jones. I wanna see you gag. I wanna see tears streaming down your cheeks. Do you hear me?”

He whimpered, head falling back and thumping against the mirror.

“And when I look at you, I wanna see your sluttiest happy smile. I wanna see you drool over me like you did last night.” I throbbed harder than I thought was possible. My underwear was in the way, annoyingly holding my dick trapped against my hip. “And when I impale you, I wanna see you laugh with joy because it’s the best dick you ever had.”

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned, sliding closer to me on the dresser, his ass reaching over the edge and rubbing against my crotch, his legs twisting around my waist. He used them, crossed at the ankles on the small of my back, to pull me in. His denim pants awakened fury in me. There were too many layers between us. I wanted to rip them apart without a second thought.

I stepped back before the beast broke out of its cage. Caden released me, clutching the edge of the dresser again and leaning fully against the big mirror.

As I yanked his pants down, Caden gasped. They flew to the floor and I grabbed his boxer briefs, practically tearing them by the seams to undress him. They ran down his legs and then fell on the floor. Caden pulled his legs up and set his feet on the edge of the dresser, hands on his ankles to make sure his legs didn’t slide off. Bent like that, he was a thing of immeasurable beauty. His legs were spread wide enough that I needed a few moments to compose myself. Smooth, creamy skin, prickles rising, thick, long cock hard and resting against his stomach. His cheeks spread as he widened the space between his legs and all my fantasies faded away.

There was only one thing I wanted to do to him now.

I fell on my knees before I even managed to take my underwear off. My hands reached up to hold his thick cheeks apart. My lips traced down his taint, nose dragging over his big, smooth balls. I had no reservations about extending my tongue and getting a taste of him. The filthy desires I had recited to him would have to wait another time. Tonight, I had changed my mind. I would pleasure him. I would do all the things he had done to me.

A small voice of reason in the distant back of my mind warned me that this wasn’t the same as sleeping with a girl. The mechanics of it were vastly different. But as I sank between his cheeks and let my tongue slick his tightening hole with warm saliva, I recounted what he had done last night to make it all easier. He’d made me wet and relaxed. He’d fingered me loose. He’d slathered the lube everywhere like he had an infinite supply of it.

And he’d listened.

He’d watched my face and listened to my voice. Whenever I had winced, he had slowed down. I could do as much, I was sure.

I drooled like a starving man at a buffet and not a sliver of shame flickered in me. I wanted his delicious body all for myself. And Caden’s moans confirmed he was having the time of his life. His legs fell over my shoulders, squeezing my neck and holding my head where it was. With him, everything was a wrestling match. He challenged me at every turn, which only heightened our shared pleasure.

Damn him. He was the hottest person who had ever crossed my path. How and why was a big unknown, but I didn’t care. Just for lust and pleasure, I chose not to think, but act. I ate him mercilessly, forcing louder moans out of him, struggling to push my tongue deeper as his thigh closed around the upper half of my head.

When the pressure of his legs was too strong, I grunted, and Caden twisted with the vibration of my voice against his tender place. He released me and I pulled away, looking at his glassy eyes and heated face. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and cocked one side of my lips. “Are you ready?”

“Yes…fuck, please…” His faint voice was drowned out by the sharp inhale as I stood up and pulled my underwear down. I stepped out of them, my cock leaping and upright, and I let him watch me for a few heartbeats.

“Stay like that,” I commanded him, and Caden obeyed for once.

I moved quickly around the bed and found my condoms and lube. My hands trembled with excitement, but I prepared myself quickly, stroking my cock with a hefty dose of lube as I returned to Caden.

His cheeks were red, his dark hair sticking to his brow as sweat broke over his face, and his lips were parted to let the air flow freely in and out of his lungs. He pulled his legs up when I positioned myself in front of him. “Your finger…first…” His gasps did something wonderful to me. Warmth rose from my groin. It spread all the way to my toes, fingers, and the tops of my ears.

Caden gently placed his feet right on my hard pecs, his ass lifted over the edge of the dresser. My cock moved between his cheeks, giving us both the tingling pleasure of a tease before I pulled my hips back and let my lubed fingers find his hole. It was ridiculously warm, pulsing under my touch. When we locked our eyes together, Caden relaxed, and I massaged him like he had done to me last night. He nodded at the slight pressure I added and my finger slipped inside of him.

Caden’s eyes rolled back and his voice caught in his throat. My finger paused, waited for the reflex of his hole to pass, and then reached deeper into him. The more relaxed he grew, the deeper I could reach him until my hand was hard against his butt and I could go no deeper. Caden let out a long exhale of relief. “Fuck, that feels good,” he husked.

A whimper tore free from his throat when I pulled my finger back and thrust it in again. His eyes bulged and desire flashed all over his face. He liked it rough; it was the only way I knew how to play. “Can you take more?” I asked, my voice challenging him more than offering.

When Caden nodded, his shallow breaths burst from his mouth, making his chest shake, and I let my middle finger join the first. Caden’s eyes bulged as I loosened him.

The sensation was so novel that I couldn’t steady my heart rate. It was erratic and my hand tingled with excitement, my head pounded with the echo of my heartbeat. I shoved my fingers into the slick warmth of Caden’s hole. I watched his face for every delicious reaction, every twist of his eyebrows, every plea he mouthed voicelessly, and the way his tongue crossed his lips every so often. More. More… “More,” he said after mouthing the word twice, his voice cracked, but I didn’t hesitate. He was far more receptive than I had been, if only for the experience, and I rammed him with three slippery fingers.

I looked down at my work. Caden’s cock was so hard that the skin darkened. The head of his cock was purple with all the blood that flowed in and out. His balls lay over his taint and I felt them on my bare wrist whenever my three fingers filled his body. Precum glistened on the skin of Caden’s abs and the tip of his cock. His toes curled on my pecs, then spread abruptly when I took his cock in my other hand. I worked him on both sides, feeling his hole tighten around my knuckles whenever my other hand jerked him a little harder. And when I swiped my index finger against his wet slit, gathering his precum, curiosity burned in Caden’s eyes. I resisted the temptation, although I was desperate to know what he tasted like. Instead, I carried the drop of silver precum to his lips.

Caden’s dirty fantasies matched my own. He sucked my finger in deep. I doubted he could taste anything I’d give him, but he sucked on it hard. And as soon as I pulled my wet finger out, he moaned. I dragged it through the slickness on his stomach, then brought the mix of his saliva and precum to my lips, smearing it for him to watch. As I licked it up, words broke from his lips. “Fuck me, please. Oh, please…”

My fingers slid out of him, massaging his hole quickly as it closed. A heartbeat later, I was holding my cock, searching his hole. The position was awkward for someone who was used to aiming a little higher, but Caden’s desperate look was awash with pleasure when my cock found the right spot.

“Easy,” he whispered.

I nodded at him as I let the tip probe him. I was thicker than my fingers. And I had noticed a difference in being fingered and penetrated by Caden’s dick even after he had stretched me loose.