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I was careful not to hurt him in the first few minutes. He was adjusting, holding an inch or two of my length inside his hole, tapping my hips with his fingertips to gesture me closer or to stop. And as I felt him relax, I melted into him. I slid inside his hole, experiencing the warmth and softness that contrasted with the abrupt tightness when he clenched. Bit by bit, as Caden relaxed more, I managed to find a steady pace. Back and forth, swinging my hips and letting his hands control how far I went, I fucked him slowly and passionately.

He embraced me more easily the longer I penetrated him. My size didn’t let me go too deep yet, but Caden was searching and finding ways to twist his hips and lift his ass just the right way. Each time, the angle seemed better and I entered him deeper. My own heart was tripping like a foolish boy falling in love. It was jolting whenever the reality tickled my consciousness and made me realize I was having sex with Caden Jones.

Caden let his feet slide up from my pecs to my shoulders. I grabbed him by his hips and yanked him down my length, making him cry out in joy and pain that was familiar to me from last night. I could almost feel it inside of myself, this thing I had done to him, but a wave of relieved laughter passed between us. We were like two boys who stood too close to a firecracker when it went off—a sliver of fear followed by immense relief and amusement. I rammed him harder again, searching for his limits. My cock slid deeper, gaining inches as minutes passed, until I finally felt my balls slam against his crack and Caden cried out a filthy plea to hold myself inside of him just like that.

I paused, throbbing once, twice, as Caden clenched and relaxed. “Fuck me harder,” he demanded.

I did. From that moment on, with Caden’s ankles on my shoulders and hands around my face, I fucked moans out of his body. His back rubbed the big mirror he was leaning against. The dresser rocked, thumping against the wall and swaying on the hardwood floor. I moved my hands from Caden’s hips to his throat, holding him there and yanking him down as my hips thrust forward to wreck him mercilessly.

Every trace of anger I had ever harbored for this beautiful, insufferable, sexy guy flashed back to life. It made me laugh with shock. The fucker had felt the same thing last night. He’d fucked me in revenge for every insult and hurt that we carried from the past two years. Oh, but I was a competitive guy. I had my own score to settle with him.

Strength and determination filled me rapturously. Caden’s folded body clung to me and I wrapped my arms around his upper torso, lifting him off the dresser and letting his weight do the job. He slid down my length, balls deep on me. He hung from me with his arms wrapped around my neck and his legs hooked to my shoulders. And the ruinous thrusts of my hips made his body bounce, only to be pulled back on me.

My strength was failing me, so I spun us around and let us crash onto the bed. I slipped out of him on the way down, but I quickly found his loose entrance and filled him again. He groaned and panted as I fucked him. His body wiggled like he wanted to escape me. Or to adjust and feel my cock better. Whatever the case, I pressed against his chest and pinned him to the bed, then let him grab my hair with both hands and close his legs around my waist.

“Ah, fuck, Beckett, please…” The words, each spat out on its own, meant nothing, but his tone spoke volumes. He loved this savage, hateful fucking he received. He loved the score settling tonight as much as he had last night. And I was more than happy to give him the pleasure.

I slammed my lips against his, tongue filling his mouth carelessly. Our sloppy, wet kisses grew louder as we moaned into one another’s mouths, our souls colliding as hard as our bodies. He yanked my head back painfully and bared his teeth, but I was quick to hold his throat with both hands. His breaths grew shallow and his heated face reddened, although my pressure on his throat was minimal. We caressed one another roughly in the moments that followed. My abs burned with the effort to keep my hips moving this fast and hard.

And when I could no longer keep it up, an abrupt slap of Caden’s hand across my face inspired me to speed up. “Fuck, yes, harder,” he begged, but I seized the chance to fill his mouth with my fingers.

He grabbed my wrist with both hands, holding three of my fingers in his mouth, sucking on them, slurping, and sucking harder. It freed me to lift my torso far enough to get some space between us. His cock was stiff as fuck and I held it in my free hand, ramming into him and stroking him at the same pace.

I knew I had triggered his orgasm when he bit my fingers and I yelped, jerking my hand back and pressing it over his face, pushing his head against the mattress. My other hand stroked him until cum shot in every direction, his hole clenching so hard that it hurt in the best way possible. He came all over us for fifteen seconds straight, his cock jerking and throbbing even when the last drop of cum had left him.

My kinky nemesis moved one hand down his torso, gathering his cum on his fingers while I fucked him without a shred of mercy and thrust his fingers into my mouth. The sweet and salty flavor that coated my tongue excited me so much that my balls tightened instantly and my cock jerked violently inside Caden. I filled the condom, all the while sucking his fingers.

Neither of us could breathe once my destructive orgasm thundered through me. I managed to pull out and collapse next to Caden, arms searching for him, pulling him closer, holding him so tightly that he couldn’t inhale.

I gasped for air and murmured into the nape of his neck. “I think…we might…have some suppressed anger in us.”

Caden laughed and thrust his ass back against my crotch. “We certainly found a way to manage it.”

And at that, I couldn’t stop the welling desire in me. It wasn’t the sexual kind that had wrecked us both just minutes earlier. It was an avalanche of a different kind. I rolled him onto his front and lay on top of him, then kissed his neck, shoulders, and spine. I kissed him so hard and long that sweat cooled on our bodies and I wasn’t satisfied. I wasn’t satisfied until I turned him around again and kissed his torso, from his belly button to his chin, and then his sexy lips.

The scent of sweat and cum mixed in my nostrils. Its flavor lingered on my lips. But I kissed Caden until our heartbeats were normal and I nearly ran out of strength. I had it in me to get out of bed, give him my hand, and then take him into the bathroom. The water was hot and each touch we exchanged was soft and caring. We showered, washing ourselves as much as we did one another.

And when we were done, we lay in bed together, naked and tangled, pretending we had never had a trace of rivalry between us, pretending we had never wished to ruin the other one’s career, pretending we got along just fine. If anger had inspired the best sex of my life, I wasn’t sure what to feel. But if the best sex of my life managed the anger I carried, I had no plans to stop.

Chapter Fifteen

CADEN

Every touch, every breath he released over my lips, every stroke of his hand down my hair, and every inch his knuckles crossed along my jaw felt like a new lease on life. That night, his appetites awakened again, matching those of my body, and he did as he had promised. He made tears stream down my cheeks, his thickness wedged in my throat. But I returned the favor, too.

And even when we slept, I was aware of him. He existed both as a delight in my increasingly lonelier life and as a dread of something impossible.

He was impossible.

A straight guy with a lust for a single man, his sworn rival at that, was not something that happened very often in real life. I was aware of it while we slept and still when we woke up. I remained aware of it when we joined our team for the trip home. I knew my predicament was impossible when we all arrived at the team house and hung out in the basement with the arcade games and the soccer table. Beckett was with his crowd, surrounded by Paxton and Jordan and the rest. And I was on the other end, watching Asher lose at flipper. He slammed his open palm against the side of the vintage arcade game and cursed under his breath.

“Whoa, are you sure it’s the game?” I commented, trying to focus on Asher’s problems, but Beckett remained in the very center of my mind. Not Beckett, exactly, but all the things about him. The fact that he had been straight all his life bothered me. Could I trust him not to change his mind just as quickly? The fact that we had simply swept our issues under the rug for the sake of fantastic sex worried me.

Asher ran a hand through the mop of honey-brown hair and pointed his eyes at me. His strong jaw stiffened as he nodded. “What else would it be?”

I shrugged. “Dunno. But I do know what unresolved issues look like.” I grinned at him to soften the intrusion of privacy. His symptoms were not too unlike my own, except that my destructive actions had been pointed inward when I had attempted to tank my career.

Asher sighed. “Thanks, man, but…” He hesitated. “I’m not sure I want to talk about it.”