“Lie down on your back.”
Without hesitation, Caden stretched out on the bed.
Quade looked at that beautiful body with the soft curve of love handles. “You’re so gorgeous,” he whispered, nearly choking on the emotions that were welling up inside of him.
When Caden opened his arms, Quade crawled onto the bed, sliding into the warm embrace. He put a hand on the side of Caden’s face, then leaned in for a kiss. The taste set off fireworks in his head, and for a split second, Quade was sure he would die from the overwhelming pleasure.
He pulled back and found himself lost in the sprite rings of Caden’s eyes. Now it made sense why he had them.
“I remember when we were at the restaurant and your friends were talking about those men you’d been with. I wanted to hunt them down and show them what it felt like to be as hurt as you were, but then I realized if I did, I’d have to be away from you and that’s something I never want to do again.”
Ten’s predictions be damned, Quade would do whatever he had to in order to keep Caden.
Grabbing Caden’s hands, he held them up over his head. “Keep them there. I don’t want you to move. Can you do that for me?”
He loved the way Caden trembled when he was told to do something.
“Y-yes, I can keep them here.”
He patted Caden’s cheek. “Good boy.”
Sucking up a hickey on Caden’s shoulder had him moaning and quivering. As he nibbled his way up to the soft skin of Caden’s neck, Quade glided his hand over the firm chest, stopping at each nipple to give it a tweak and get it raised to a nice, hard bud. Then he moved down, laving each nub with his tongue before nipping at it with his teeth, causing Caden to hiss and arch his back.
When he had Caden thrashing on the bed, Quade went for his prize. He gripped Caden’s shaft in his hand, bent over, and licked the slit, tasting the delicious bead of precum there.
“You taste incredible,” he whispered, then opened his mouth and took Caden as deep as he could.
“Holy fucking God!”
Caden thrust his hips up, driving himself farther into Quade’s mouth. Not being overly adept at sucking, Quade choked.
“Oh, shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
Coughing, Quade sat up. “Did I”—cough—“did I say you could move?”
“No, but—”
He put a hand on Caden’s chest and pushed him down once more, then went back to sucking.
Every sexual experience Quade had ever paled in comparison. No one had tasted like Caden, no one had been as responsive or enthusiastic. Maybe Ten was right and Caden was meant for him.
It didn’t matter. He belonged to Quade now, and he had no intention of ever letting Caden go.
“I’m gonna… I’m gonna….”
He tried to push Quade’s head away, but Quade was desperate with his need to taste Caden. He clutched Caden’s hips and started moving up and down, taking more each time.
“No, Quade, you have to—have to—Oh, God!”
Caden erupted into Quade’s mouth, each shot like a taste of ambrosia. When Caden slumped against the bed and Quade had gotten every last drop, he pulled off and grinned. “You moved.”
“Fuck right, I moved. Holy shit, I’ve never, ever felt like that.”
And now the time had come. Quade moved up until he was atop Caden, whose soft cock was pinned between them. “And now you know I’m the only one who can do that for you. By the customs of my people, I have claimed you Caden. You now belong to me.”
Peering up from hooded eyes, Caden gave a soft smile. “Yeah? Okay, I’m good with that. But then, my people have a custom too.” He stretched out an arm, fumbling for the drawer. “Can you get off me a sec? I need something.”
Quade rolled over, his hard cock straining for a touch. When turned again, he had a bottle of lubricant in his hand.
“Where did that come from?”
“I’m assuming the same place the stuff in my refrigerator did. Someone left it here for me.”
Though not sure he liked the idea of someone providing something so personal for Caden, Quade was grateful as well.
“You know I can’t carry or transmit any diseases.”
A gentle smile crossed Caden’s lips. “I know everything about you. We might not have known each other long, but Ten gave me a gift when he imparted information about you and Sanctuary. And now I’m putting that knowledge to the test.”
Quade watched as Caden opened the bottle and drizzled some of the lube onto his fingers, then reached for Quade’s cock. The hand felt amazing, better than sex with any of his former partners had. If just Caden’s hand felt this good, what would sex be like with him?
Scooting up, Caden threw one leg over Quade to straddle him. “It’s been a while, so I hope this is okay for you. I want to take it slow.”
Doing his best to reassure Caden, Quade smiled at him. “Take all the time you need.” He glanced at the bottle. “May I prep you?”
Caden seemed shocked at first, but nodded. Quade took the bottle and put a small amount on his finger, then reached under Caden and circled his finger around the hole. Tension drained from Caden’s body the longer Quade played with it, and he didn’t even flinch when the finger breached him.
“Damn. I forgot how amazing that could feel.”
It wasn’t long before Caden was riding Quade’s digit, taking it deep inside himself, his head thrown back and mouth open.
“Oh, God. Another.”
Putting a second finger beside the first, Quade slipped it into that tight hole, probing around. Grunts from Caden were the best aphrodisiac in the world, and Quade’s cock grew hard enough to ache. He needed to be buried inside Caden soon.
“That’s enough.” Caden lifted up, reached around, and gripped Quade’s shaft.
“You sure?”
“Damn straight.” He aimed the head of Quade’s dick, placing it against the pucker. A few moments passed, and then Caden’s hole opened up and Quade found himself clenched by tight muscles squeezing his shaft.
“Oh, damn. Wow.”
Caden chuckled. “I take it you approve?”
It was an agonizingly slow descent, and with each inch Caden took into his body, Quade fell further under the spell of this incredible man.
He reached out and stroked a hand over Caden’s chest. “I love you.”
Caden’s eyes went wide, and Quade regretted saying the words—until he got the smile that lit those sprite rings up. That was all she wrote. Quade was a goner and knew it. He belonged, heart and soul, to Caden.
“I love you too.” As Caden said it, his asscheeks rested on Quade’s legs. “God, I didn’t know you were so big.”
“Am I hurting you?” The dreamy look told him no, but he had to ask anyway. He never wanted to hurt Caden.
“Hell no. This is incredible.” He rose up slightly, then slid back down.
Quade threw his head back and groaned. “You’re killing me here.”
“Oh, we can’t have that.” A few more bounces and Caden seemed to have found his rhythm. He began to ride Quade faster, harder. Each time he reached the top and began to slide back down, Quade thrust up, the slap of flesh on flesh loud in the otherwise quiet room. The two of them moved as one, each giving and taking.