Page 157 of Reinventing Cato
“You are so sexy,” Cato whispered.
When a finger slid into the seam of his arse, Vigge sucked in a breath along with a ton of water and coughed.
Cato chuckled. “Don’t choke yet. I had that down for later.”
Vigge tensed as Cato rubbed his taint, then reached between his legs to stroke his balls before pulling back to feather his fingers around his hole. For some reason, Vigge had convinced himself that the noises he could hear, the breathy sounds, groans and moans and staccato bursts offuck, God, Christwere coming from Cato and not him.Wrong.Cato licked his way down Vigge’s back, kept licking down, and Vigge needed the wall to keep him upright.
A strangled cry erupted from Vigge’s throat at the sensation of Cato’s face pressed between his arse cheeks.
“Oh God.”
His knees shook as Cato trailed his tongue over the entrance to his body. He’d never had this done to him before, never done it to anyone, always thought he wouldn’t want… He’d been wrong. Cato fluttered his tongue over his hole, then licked slowly before pushing the tip inside him. Vigge stopped breathing. Cato’s fingers were digging into his hips as he kept Vigge’s arse cheeks apart.This feels so good.
“If you need to scream, it’s fine,” Cato mumbled.
“What? And have your brother and Jonty race upstairs to see what’s happening? I’m fine. Don’t need to scream. I was just thinking…”
“You’re still able to think? Then I’m not doing it properly.”
Vigge gave a choked laugh. “I was just thinking this was another reason I’m glad I didn’t die last Saturday.”
Cato chuckled and pressed his face against the seam of Vigge’s backside. Vigge folded his arm under his mouth and bit down to stop himself crying out.Why did I let Devan and Jonty stay the night?Cato kissed his way up Vigge’s spine and he shuddered with pleasure. The water went off and Vigge swivelled round to face him.
“Want to fuck me?” Vigge asked.Christ, I actually said it.
Cato blinked water from his lashes. “A few questions: Are you sure? You’re only just out of hospital. Are you really sure? Would you rather wait? Are you asking because you think you’ll come in a couple of thrusts if you fuck me?”
Vigge laughed. “Which question do you want me to answer? I want you to fuck me. But…”
“But?”
“But I could just as easily go with the other way round.”
Cato swallowed hard. “You’re full of uncertainties.”
“Because this is new.”
“Brand new?”
“Yes.”
“Oh.”
“Did I pass the quiz?” Vigge asked.
Cato took Vigge’s face in his hands and ground his mouth over his, pressing his tongue between his lips and somehow this was right, this was what Vigge needed. Not to be forced, but to be shown this was what he wanted. He surrendered to the kiss, sank into it, wanted Cato to push him, though they were both biting and sucking, mauling each other’s mouths.
“Oh God.” Cato pulled back, breathing heavily. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be.”
Cato looked as lust-drunk as Vigge felt, lips swollen, cheeks flushed and pupils huge. Both their chests heaved.
“Please,” Vigge begged, not even sure what he was asking for.Something. Anything. Soon. Now.
Cato slid his thumbs over Vigge’s cheeks, circling them under his eyes as he stared at him. Then Cato smiled and he looked so beautiful, Vigge’s heart felt too big for his chest. They kissed again, this time soft and sweet. Vigge hardly registered that Cato was pulling him out of the shower, over to the bed. They were still wet, water dripping down their bodies. Cato shoved the duvet away and tugged him down, so that Vigge was part-leaning against a pillow pushed up to the headboard. He flung out his arm, pulled open the bedside drawer and produced lube and a condom.
“You are perfect,” Cato whispered. “All muscle and power. And this…” He palmed Vigge’s cock, fondled his balls and Vigge gave a strangled moan.
