Page 85 of Exiled Heir

“Miles…” He yanked his hand out of mine, wrapping his arm around his chest. “Get undressed.”

“Bossy,” I noted. Even still, I pulled my shirt off and pushed down the pants. As I kicked them off, I looked up.

Cade was staring at me, his eyes focused on my throat. I reached up, feeling nothing but muscle under my fingers.

“Basil,” Cade said softly.

Boring anyway, the snake hissed.Although I like the flushed skin. Let him get you hot and bothered more often.

Then, something dragged itself out of my neck, and suddenly, I had a live snake around my throat. Cade came close, his breath hot on my chest.

He reached up, his hands trembling before he stilled them. He loosened Basil from around my neck and quickly put him back in his terrarium.

I stood awkwardly, watching him. Part of me wanted to crawl onto his bed and savor the scent of his sheets and pillow, but that felt too intimate. Cade was showing me a part of himself that I wasn’t sure I had the right to see.

When Basil was tucked away, Cade turned around. He wet his lips again, and I could see the dark of his pupils almost consuming the entirety of the blue in his eyes.

“Get on the bed,” he said sharply.

My cock jerked, and I took a couple of steps back until I felt the mattress. I sat down, scooting back a few inches. Everything in the bed was soft, from the mattress to the down comforter.

Cade clenched his jaw, then strode forward, tilting his chin up before climbing onto the bed, his knees on either side of my hips. My cock jumped, but he was still soft as he trembled above me.

“It’s me.” I swallowed. Even thinking the next words was like eating glass. “You trust me.”

Slowly, giving him a chance to move away, I reached my fingers for his collarbone, dragging them across the sensitive skin, then down his chest to his navel.

Tattoos spread across his chest. Just when I thought I understood the pattern, when I felt like I could almost read it, it disappeared under my fingers. They whirled, forming intricate designs. I traced one with my fingertip, circling his nipple, getting ever closer until I pinched the pink bud between my fingertips.

Cade jerked forward, and I felt his hardness against my own.

His eyes were shut tightly, breath coming in short pants. With my other hand, I reached up and let my thumb drag across the waist of his underwear.

He trembled, although this time not from fear. I desperately needed to ask him what was the last time anyone had touched him. How long had he let himself go without feeling the most basic of human connections?

When I traced down the line of soft, pale hair that descended from his navel, he almost fell forward, one of his palms hitting my chest, his fingertips digging in. With his other hand, he grabbed hold of my wrist, bringing my hand to his mouth and sucking on my fingertips.

I moaned, the sound starting in my chest as Cade licked and suckled from my thumb to my forefinger.

Automatically, I thrust up, unable to not, unable to stop myself from needing more, more friction, more of Cade. Cade rolled his hips, as though he was riding me, as though he was fully seated on my cock and trying to get more. At the image, I thrust up again, the friction of the underwear and the pressure of his body against my groin edging me ever closer.

Pressing hard against my chest, Cade pushed all the way up on his knees and shimmied his underwear down until they were stretched across his thighs, his cock springing free.

I stared at the long, hard length. The pink tip was dripping with precome, and he followed my gaze, a warm blush rising on his cheeks.

“Cade,” I moaned.

He reached down, tugging my boxer briefs down just far enough that my cock was freed, my balls trapped by the tight band of elastic at the waist. It rubbed against the underside of my dick, and when he reached forward, wrapping both hands around our cocks, I couldn’t help but push up into his grip. His palm was dry, the friction impossibly too much.

Everything was too much. I wrapped a hand around his bicep, and he shuddered, so I pressed my fingertips in harder.

“More,” I commanded.

And bless everything, Cade squeezed our cocks harder.

I moaned, the groan building in my chest and coming out of my mouth in desperation. At the sound, he sighed, his eyes squeezed tight. I lifted my hand further, placing it right at his neck.

His eyes flew open, hips jerking forward, his cock sliding against mine, the precome at the tip creating enough lubrication that it was perfect.