Page 74 of Contested Crown

I eased back, and he gasped, but then his eyes flew open, a fierceness in them that I had to meet. I began thrusting in earnest, the angle still not quite right, but the satisfaction of giving him what he wanted made something hot and heavy pool in my belly.

Moaning, Cade took what I was offering and finally relaxed, letting me use his mouth, his hands limp on the bed, his body mine. I shivered, everything about it perfect.

When I finally pulled back, Cade’s mouth was open, drool dripping from the corner of his lips, his eyes dark. I was so hard that I almost wrapped my own hand around my cock, pumping until I came all over his chest.

No. That wasn’t what either of us needed.

“Look at you,” I murmured. “You’re perfect. You want me just as much as I want you.”

Cade’s eyes found mine, sharper now, not quite as relaxed, some of the urgency coming back. Before he could move, I leaned forward, dragging my body across his until my mouth found his bruised lips. He whimpered into the kiss.

I felt his hard length against mine, the slick of his spit perfect lubricant as he rutted up against my hip.

“Shhhhhhh,” I hushed. Keeping one hand wrapped around his bound wrists, I used the other to press down on his hips, stilling him. “I’ve got you. You’re mine. You understand?”

Cade exhaled, his chest deflating before he gasped deeply.

“Say it.”

“I understand,” Cade murmured, the words desperate. He moaned, and I knew it was right. Everything about it was perfect.

I let go of him to fumble in the bedside table, searching for the lube I knew had to be there.

“I don’t need?—”

I cut Cade off. “I’m taking care of you, Cade Bartlett. Let me do that.”

I waited until Cade nodded, then grabbed the small bottle, pulling it free from everything else. I slicked up two fingers and crouched between his legs, grabbing one and hefting it over my shoulder.

Then, without waiting, I slid both fingers inside, the tightness too much. Cade’s eyes went wide, his head jerking back as he gasped, open-mouthed.

I shushed him, working my fingers inside. When he relaxed enough that I could move them, I pressed them in further, all the way to my knuckles, searching until I found the soft button of tissue that made him jerk and throw back his head, crying out, his cock so hard it was leaking.

I stroked there, then pulled my fingers out, lubing them up again and pushing three inside. I kept going, even when he shuddered, hips jerking. For a moment, I thought about pausing, unsure if he was trying to pull away, if it was too much, too soon.

Then his eyes found mine, dark and hungry. I could read the words that he couldn’t quite voice.Yes. More.

I worked my fingers in and out until the ring of tight muscle was loose enough that I felt comfortable. When I pulled out, Cade lifted his head, whining unhappily.

His hands were still held above his head, and the confidence he had in me, the trust made me grip the base of my cock hard so that I wouldn’t come immediately.

I sat back, stroking a lubed hand over my cock, slicking it.

Then, Cade’s leg still over my shoulder, his other braced against the bed, I leaned forward, positioning myself. When I pushed inside, it was a tight perfection that nothing else came close to.

He keened, whining and begging. I kept pressing until I was fully seated, his body taking me as eagerly as his mouth.

It was tight, despite the preparation, and I knew if I moved, I would be riding right on the edge of my control. His desperation drove me forward, and I pulled out just enough that when I pushed back in, his whole body arched up.

His mouth opened, slack and desperate for more. When he dragged his bottom lip between his teeth, biting down hard, I couldn’t resist and began thrusting, slowly, then faster as his moans matched my pace.

I felt his cock dragging cold streaks of precome across my stomach, so hard even without being touched.

“You’re going to come,” I told him. My balls tightened at the way he nodded, eyes still screwed shut. “You’re going to come, and I’m going to keep going.”

His ass tightened, and I almost came right then, but I needed to make true on what I had just told him.

“Yes,” he panted, the force of my thrust making his breathing uneven, a gasp here, a sharp exhale there. “Forever.”