“Nothing.”
“You’re in your head.”
“I’m about to be in you.” His pupils blew wide, making me laugh. “I’m giving you shit. I’m not going to try to fuck you. We can just kiss all night if that’s what you want. If you’re ready for more, I’ll blow you; want more than that, and you can fuck me. This is your rodeo, Caden.”
“My rodeo? Why do I suddenly feel like I’m in a bad Western? You’ve never said that in your life.”
“Stop changing the subject.”
“Kiss me.”
He didn’t have to ask me twice. I lay down on top of him, starting out with slow presses of my lips, licking at his, nibbling and sucking his earlobe before my tongue made slow sweeps of his mouth. Caden’s arms wrapped around me, surrounding me in his body heat, and when his legs fell open, I settled between them.
We kissed, made out, sometimes slow and others fast. I wanted to make it last, to drag it out forever if I could. When his hands slid under my shirt again, I pushed up onto my knees and tugged it off. “This okay?”
“Yeah.” He pushed forward some, holding himself up with his core, and removed his as well.
“Jesus, Caden.” I looked down at him, admiring. I’d seen his body a million times, but not while he lay beneath me, chest rising and falling rapidly because he was breathless from my kisses.
“Impressive, huh?”
“Shut up before I smother you.”
He smiled, and I tasted it, licked it, tracing it with my tongue before kissing him again. Caden pushed, and I let him roll me to my back so he was on top of me, cradled between my spread legs, chest to chest, hard cock to hard cock.
“God, you feel so good, taste so good.” He kissed down my throat, licked my Adam’s apple, the hollow at the base, then flicked his tongue over each nipple, sending flares of pleasure through me that made me arch up. “You like that?”
“I like anything you do to me.”
Caden did it again and again, tweaking one swollen peak with his fingers while he teased the other with his mouth, then swapping. I writhed beneath him, fisted my hands in the blankets, then allowed myself to grab his ass, testing the waters.
He pulled back. I thought I’d fucked up, but he said, “I’m not ready for fucking, but…I want less between us. Let’s take these off?” He played with the button on my shorts. When I nodded my consent, Caden worked open my pants, scooted over into a better position, and pulled them off. “Christ, you and those tiny-ass trunks. You look so fucking hot in them. It was driving me crazy the other day. I just wouldn’t let myself admit why.”
“You like?” I cupped my bulge.
Caden didn’t reply with words, but the look he gave me told me he did, while still working through what that meant for him. He stood beside the bed and took off his pants, his erection clear beneath his boxer briefs.
“Come’ere,” I said, and he came. We lay on our sides, looking at each other. I traced his jawline with the tip of my finger, then his shoulder, his bicep, and down his arm. I wanted to tell him I loved him, that I’d always loved him and would always love him, but I didn’t want to scare him away.
He surprised me when he hooked his finger beneath my chin, made my gaze meet his. “You’re so beautiful, Alex. I’ve always thought that, ya know? Even if I didn’t know how to say it…or acknowledge it…or hell, even feel it.”
My heart was a battering ram against my chest. “You’re beautiful too, though you know that.” I grinned and so did he. “There has never been a time in my life when I haven’t thought so, when I haven’t wanted you,” I said instead of using the L-word.
Our lips were pulled together, an invisible force too strong for either of us to stop. I ended up on top of him again, rutting and rubbing my aching cock against his. My balls were full, a wet spot in my trunks where I was leaking for him. When Caden arched up toward me and shoved his hands down my underwear, grabbing my bare ass, I almost came right then and there.
“Keep going…fuck, that feels good. Why in the hell does that feel so good?” Caden’s head dropped back, eyes closed.
“Open them. I want you to see me, that it’s us. Alex and Caden.”
He did as I said, his blunt nails digging into me. I pressed down against him as tight as I could get, moving as if I was fucking him, the two of us dancing together, gazes locked. I kissed his forehead, his temple, his cheek, my eyes meeting his between each one, or while I was doing it if I could. I licked sweat from his brow, and Caden groaned. “Holy shit, that was hot.”
So I did it again and again and again. I’d use my tongue on his whole body if he wanted me to.
“More, A. I need a little more.”
“Can I?” I pointed to his groin. When he nodded, I shoved his underwear partly down his thighs, then did the same to my own. It would be better with lube, but I wasn’t going to stop to go to my bag and get some, so I spit in my hand, used that and our precome to stroke our cocks together, thrusting into my grip.
“Yes. Fuck yes. God yes. Alex…”
He palmed my ass again, and I kissed him hard, trying to show him with my body how I felt, how much I wanted him, needed him, loved him. When I felt him begin to tremble beneath me, I allowed myself to give in too. Caden’s back bowed, the first hot spurt of his load landing on his stomach and my hand. I used it to keep jerking, bit into my lip when I shot, followed by another from him, the two of us finally giving in to each other, before I collapsed on top of him.
“I think I’m dead,” Caden said.
I couldn’t help smiling…and kissing him, everywhere. I didn’t want to stop, not while I was allowed free rein, so I didn’t, kissing his lips, his cheeks, his neck, his chest, his stomach. When I got our come on my lips, I licked it off.
“Holy shit, that was hot too,” he said, so I did it again, lapped it all up. I loved eating his load with mine, knowing it was a gift we’d given each other.
I took my underwear all the way off, then his, and lay beside him. “Are you okay?” I had to ask.
“Yeah, part of me is freaking out a bit, while another part is wondering why it took us so long to do this. Most of me knows we were always going to end up here.”
I tried not to hope, not to show him how much I wanted that. “Yeah?”
He rolled his eyes. “Like you didn’t know.”
“I didn’t. I hoped, but I didn’t. You’re straight, Caden.”
“I’m clearly not very straight. I’m naked in bed with you after we got off together. You’re my husband, even if we were drunk when we did it. I almost went ballistic when that guy was dancing with you. I have to be…something other than straight. I guess a person can probably be bi and mostly lean one direction…”
“No, actually. When I got my gay card, they made us read every separate handbook. Bisexuality has very specific rules in place. It has to be a perfect fifty-fifty split, or they don’t let you in.”
He laughed. “Fuck off.”
Getting serious, I said, “You have to figure that out for yourself. No one else can or should do that for you. No one knows how you feel, or who you are, better than you.”