Page 53 of Cultivating Caden
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,everfelt 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.”
