Page 37 of Striking the Match (Redwood Bay Fire #3)

What we have right now, in this room, is authentic and joyous and heartfelt.

“Oh, there’s going to be more sucking, is there?” Cassius asks, palming my cock and making my eyes roll back in my head. “You got to have all the fun last time. I think it’s my turn, baby.”

“You want to, um…?” I try and ask, but words are failing me.

The bastard smirks, knowing exactly what he’s doing to me. “I want to taste you, yes. Tell me how you like it, Teddy. I haven’t given head in about twenty years.”

The idea of him being a sex-mad teenager, fooling around under the bleachers with some faceless school friend, makes me jerk in his hand. But his suggestion is even hotter, and it helps me streamline my frazzled mind.

“Uh, yeah. Yes, please. I mean, um…”

Shaking my head, I pull away from him and stop trying to use my words when actions are going to speak way louder right now.

Without too much ridiculous hopping about, I free myself of my underwear and strip his down his legs in a matter of seconds.

Then I’m crawling back up the bed, my naked body hovering over his as I pause and cup the side of his face, brushing my nose against his.

“How do you want to come?” he asks me boldly. “Down my throat or on my cock?”

It’s my turn to grin wickedly. “Oh, Cassius,” I whisper against his ear. “I’m twenty-three. I want both.”

While he stares up at me with wide eyes, I crawl farther up the bed, then take myself in hand and rub the shiny tip of my cock against his lips. He nods wordlessly, gripping my ass cheeks and pulling me closer, making his consent clear.

Knowing he hasn’t had much opportunity to practice this of late, I go slowly, sliding my length across his tongue as he wraps his lips around my girth.

“Oh, fuck, yes, yes,” I hiss, letting go of the base of my shaft to grip the headboard with one hand and caress the side of his face with the other. His eyes flutter close as he draws me in more, and I love feeling the end of my cock hitting the side of his cheek with my palm.

It’s not the deepest blowjob I’ve ever had, but it’s sure as hell enthusiastic and Cassius makes the most erotic, gorgeous noises as he uses his mouth to pleasure me.

I’m so busy fucking his face that I don’t even notice his hands drop from my ass.

I certainly feel it when he slides a cold and slippery finger down my crack and rubs my entrance enticingly.

“Holy shit, baby, yes,” I cry. I’m not sure if calling him baby is an okay vibe, but it just feels right in that moment as he swallows me down and pushes against my tight entrance with his strong tip.

God, I can’t wait for that to be his dick.

Before I know it, he’s got two digits buried inside me, stroking my sweet spot as I ride his face, hitting the back of his throat. I’d worry I was making him gag, but he’s the one not letting me ease off.

“Cassius, I’m close,” I cry out in warning, but he doesn’t relent until I’m throwing my head back and bellowing myself hoarse, shooting everything I’ve got against the back of his throat.

He swallows what he can until he turns his head, and I quickly withdraw, letting him cough and gasp for air as the rest of my load spurts onto his cheek and down his neck.

So. Fucking. Hot.

He doesn’t even bother wiping his face. He just pulls out his fingers and hurriedly fumbles with a condom wrapper, ripping it open and suiting himself up as I pant and tremble, still coming down from my high.

But he’s got the devil in his eyes now as he pushes at my thighs, encouraging me back down the bed so I can line my entrance up with his hard, waiting cock.

“Are you going to make me come again, Cassius?” I ask, my voice shaking. I balance on my knees so I can grab the lube, squirting it all over my fingers and reaching back to coat my hole with it. Then I use both hands and pull my cheeks apart, helping him find his way. “Do you think you can?”

We both moan as he penetrates me, his dick far more intrusive and delicious than his fingers were.

“You’re going to come all over me,” he rasps, his voice hoarse from the last time I did just that.

“And you’re going to scream my name, Teddy.

You’re going to make sure anyone in a five fucking mile radius knows who you belong to now. ”

I sink down further, feeling like he’s already rearranging my guts and loving how it burns. “Am I really yours?” I ask, mirroring my words from the forest on purpose.

He thrusts up, his incredible abs contracting as he slams into my prostate and makes me wail.

“Mine,” he snarls, just like last time. But everything is a hundred times more intense with him filling me up, and a sob rips through my chest. It doesn’t matter that I’m still exhausted from only just coating the inside of his throat with my cream.

My cock is already bouncing back to life, and when he wraps his hand around it, I lose all purchase on reality.

It’s all I can do to grip his good shoulder with one hand and the headboard again with the other, riding him hard as he hammers inside me, his fingers tight around my already sensitive length.

Whatever’s left in my balls is ready to shoot, but I want to make sure my boyfriend gets what he wants first.

“Cassius!” I yell. It still feels outrageous that I get to say his name in such an intimate way. But he grabs the back of my neck and drags me down for a sloppy kiss, proving I have every right to do so.

“Teddy,” he utters, his thrusts aggressive and erratic as he stares into my eyes. “Teddy, Teddy, my Teddy. I need…I’m…”

“Come,” I say simply.

He arches his back, his cock throbbing as he fills the rubber with his cum. A feral sound erupts from his throat as he gnashes his teeth. I squeeze myself around him, milking every last drop as my second, less impressive but equally earnest orgasm spits over his hand and his belly.

Before I can even catch my breath, he’s kissing me fervently again. Then we both slowly succumb to the aftermath, our hearts racing as our dicks start to soften, and the kisses become gentler, sweeter.

“Cassius,” I whisper against his lips.

He cards his fingers through my hair and gazes into my eyes. “Teddy,” he says back.

I don’t need to ask this time if what we just shared was good or that he enjoyed himself. It’s obvious in every little laugh and reverent touch and labored breath we share.

“Mine,” I say, hoping it to be true.

He rests our foreheads together. “Mine,” he agrees.