Page 79 of Ignite
“God, you’re so hard. Every bit of you,” I whisper, wrapping my hand around his cock.
“And you are so sexy.” Cain sinks his teeth into my bottom lip.
I hear the click of a bottle, and then his slicked up hand grips both of our cocks. His strokes are slow and deliberate, edging me toward catastrophic pleasure. I tilt my head back on a moan when his other hand glides down my ass to circle over my hole. He massages it, playfully dipping a finger in every now and then to set me off.
“Look at you, baby,” Cain hums, running his warm, flat tongue up the column of my neck. “So fucking responsive.”
“Fuck.” I draw the word out.
“You good?” He trails teeth and lips and tongue over every inch of skin he can reach as he toys with my prostate and jerks us both off.
I dig my blunt nails into his shoulders and rock against him. “Yeah. Yes. Oh, fuck. Cain.”
Cain presses a warm kiss behind my ear. “You wanna come all over my cock?”
My head jerks up and down. “Yeah, I want that.”
“Go ahead, baby. Show me how you fall apart for me. My perfect little thief.” His hand clenches us tighter. Between that and Cain beginning to unravel, panting and thrusting up against me, it’s not long before I’m spilling on his cock and abs.
“Fuck, you are ruining me. You’re so good for me.” Cain claims my mouth again, right before his warm release shoots onto my stomach, dripping down to where our bodies are pressed together.
Panting, I rest my head on his collarbone. I keep my eyes squeezed shut, desperate to stay in the moment. I’m already so addicted to his touch, I don’t think I could live without it. Without him.
Cain kisses my forehead. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
He carries me into the shower. After we’re both rinsed and dressed in loungewear, he lures me out of his bedroom by the hand.
“Go grab that throw blanket,” he orders.
Brows furrowed, I do as he asks. When I return to the kitchen, Cain’s waiting for me holding a bottle of wine and two fancy glasses.
I’ve never touched alcohol a day in my life. Never wanted to bring it around Jakey, what with his addictions and all.
Doesn’t mean I’m not a little curious…
With the blanket draped over one of my shoulders, I let him guide me out of his apartment and onto the balcony. The nip of winter air has my teeth chattering instantly.
“Uh, Cain? I’m not really interested in becoming a human popsicle.”
He smirks back at me. “Have a little faith in me.”
Guided to a corner of the balcony, I spot an oversized outdoor couch covered in pillows and a large, concrete fire pit. String lights dangle from the building to the ledge over our heads. None of that was there the last time I came out to swim laps in the pool.
“You did this…” I start to say, trailing off as my chest swells with emotions.
“Sit, Ezra.”
So I do, curling my entire body under the blanket on the couch. Cain sets the wine bottle and glasses on a small table before igniting the fire pit. Heat blazes over me, fighting back the cold, and I melt with a groan of pleasure.
Cain pours us both glasses of bubbling white wine, then settles in next to me. I throw out the blanket to cover us both, scooting against his body as I accept the glass with wide eyes.
“It’s sparkling juice,” Cain says.
“Oh.”
“Sorry to disappoint. Alcohol’s not something I ever want to dabble in again. I don’t keep it on hand.”
I shake my head frantically. “No, that’s definitely best. I’ve never tried it, and maybe I never should.”
