Page 60 of Ignite

Shit. I love him unleashed. I think this might be the true Cain. The man under the cold mask and all the anger. The one who gives space for harder emotions. Who cares about pleasing me.

I might want to rush this, but I love that he wants to take his time with me.

Cain runs his tongue along the vein up my shaft. When he reaches the head of my cock, his lips part. I suck in a breath, and then his mouth closes over me.

He sucks me deep into this throat first thing, and my head slams back against the tiled wall. I’m trembling uncontrollably when he starts to bob up and down my length. He’s drawing the soul from my body, dragging his tongue over me, flicking it over my slit and around the head of my dick.

“Fuck.” I don’t even have a chance to give him a warning. I cry out as I spill into his mouth. He swallows every drop of my cum without complaint.

Cain rises up, towering over me. He spins me around to press me against the tiled wall again. His hand tangles in my hair to hold me captive.

“You like me like this, don’t you?” I tease, pushing my ass against his impressive length. He’s so thick and hard, I can’t imagine it’ll feel good the first time he fucks me.

But I want it. I need it. Only with him.

Cain runs a hand down my ass. A finger brushes against my hole. I hiss, but it turns into a moan when it starts swirling it around, just enough to drive me crazy.

“Mmm, I do, Ezra. I like you grinding that beautiful cock against me. I like your defiance. Like you curled up in my bed.” He presses a kiss behind my ear as one finger starts to push inside me. “I like the sounds that pretty mouth makes. Like the way your eyes watch me.”

I whimper. “Can’t help it. Every part of me is drawn to you.”

Cain slowly pushes another finger inside of me. “I like that I can set you off, too. I want you moaning and rambling nonsense every time I pleasure you.”

“Yeah?” My dick starts to stiffen again.

“Yeah. My needy little thief.”

I cry out when his fingers press against the most sensitive part of me. My fingernails claw at the walls. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

He plants hot, open-mouthed kisses along my throat as he keeps hitting that spot inside of me that has pleasure sparking through my entire body.

“You hard for me again?” he murmurs, dragging his flat tongue from the base of my neck to the top.

“Always,” I whisper, pushing my hips back. His fingers sink deeper. Fuck, I’m losing the ability to think. I’m all nerves. All sensation.

Cain reaches for a bar of soap. “Let’s go for two then, baby.”

He slicks up my dick, sliding his hand along my length, his grip tight enough to have my eyes rolling back in my head.

“Jesus Christ. Cain, you’re… ah, you might be killing me.”

“Good way to die, no?” he teases. “You going to come for me this way, or do I need to suck you off again?”

“Yes,” I whine, squeezing my eyes shut.

He chuckles. “Yes, to what?”

With his fingers stroking in and out of me and his other hand slipping along my hard length, I come violently, shuddering as I unload hot strands onto the shower wall. When my orgasm recedes, my knees go weak. Cain catches me around the waist.

“My bones don’t work anymore,” I complain.

He kisses the back of my neck, and I feel his hard length slide between my cheeks. Before I can overthink what I’m offering, I push against him. “Take it. Fuck me, Cain. Please.”

Cain groans, rocking against me a couple of times as his arms snake around my chest. His fingers flick over my nipples. “Fuck. You’re so deep in my head.”

“Please, Cain. I’m clean, I promise. You can fuck me raw.”

He spins me around, shoving me to my knees. My eyes flick up to him, momentarily in shock, and then I drop my gaze to his thick cock.