Page 49 of Stupid Dirty

I’ve kissed girls before, and it’s been nice. This is epic. This is all-consuming. It feels like we’re trying to devour each other, and Cade is making these involuntary, animalistic little grunts as he pushes his tongue against mine. The sounds are making me so hard I can’t stop myself from grinding my hips against his.

“Oh, fuck, Silas, yes,” he mumbles into my mouth between kisses. I love it when he horny-babbles, and it’s even better when I’m the direct cause of it, apparently.

It takes a few minutes for my brain to catch up to the fact that this is really happening. I’ve never allowed myself to imagine this. There was always too much teetering logic in the way. So, I don’t know what we’re supposed to do. But once I’ve allowed myself to accept that it’s what I want, my hindbrain gives me a lot of suggestions.

Grabbing hold of him, I roll us over until he’s on his back and I’m on top of him, bracketed between his legs. He looks a little surprised, but spreads his legs for me easily while I shimmy outof my boxers as quickly as humanly possible. The first time our cocks slide together, flesh on flesh, we’re both watching each other as we moan.

The time for second-guessing myself is gone. I’m operating on instinct and desire now. And I desire all of him, wrapped around me until I can’t touch or see or breathe anything that isn’t him.

I rut against him to create more delicious friction, dragging his cock over mine again and again. Our faces are inches apart, and I can feel every one of his hot, panting breaths against my face, which only spurs me on.

“Fuck yes, Silas, that feels so fucking good. I always want you on top of me like this.”

One of Cade’s hands is on my back, his nails digging into the skin there so hard I think he could draw blood, and the other is wrapped around the back of my neck in a way that feels so possessive I want to dig a hole in his chest and never come out.

Looking at his face when he’s this blissed out is too much. I bury my face in the crook of his neck, and finally, after all this time, I taste him. First, I run my tongue over his pulse point, savoring the salty musk of his skin. Then I bite down, just hard enough to make him groan.

The friction between us is good, but I don’t have enough leverage. Propping myself up on one elbow, my other arm is free to come down and grab his round ass and pull him closer to me. My hand splays across his ass cheek, fingertips digging in and squeezing. I don’t think about where I’m going until my fingers slip far enough to brush over his hole.

Cade hisses, and I freeze, wondering if I freaked him out. But one look at his face tells me otherwise.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “Try it.”

My hand goes back to his ass, where I think it should live forever now, and this time when I graze his hole, he makes a little pleased sound. I rub my finger over it for a few seconds,because I want to go slow, but the need to possess him is so fucking consuming I can’t stand it.

“Fuck.” I groan as I bury my face in his shoulder again and push the tip of one finger into him, just slightly. His body stretches to let me in, and then contracts around me like he wants to keep me inside of him forever, while his breath comes in harsh pants, right next to my ear.

That’s it. I’m hooked. I need it.

I realize lube would probably help a fuck ton with this situation, but I’m so eager that I make a mess grabbing it and squirting it all over my fingers. By the time I’m touching him again there’s lube smeared on my forearm, the bed and his thigh, as well as my whole hand, and Cade is laughing at me, but I don’t fucking care.

When I bury my finger inside of him, he stops laughing and grabs my shoulders with both hands.

“Oh, fucking fucksticks, that feels weird but so good.”

He tensed up initially, but I move my hand slowly, working inside him, testing out what seems to make him feel good and pulling filthy fucking sounds from his mouth. Gradually, he relaxes more and more. By the time I have three fingers in him, his hips are open and he’s rocking down on my hand, fucking himself on my fingers like I once wondered if he did to himself.

His cock is stiff and leaking, leaving a trail of wetness where it’s trapped between our stomachs, and I wonder if I could make him come just like this. When I find what can only be his prostate, his entire body shudders between me and he cries out.

“More,” he croaks. “Fuck, Silas, more. More of you.”

I don’t say anything, and for a few seconds all I can hear is him panting and the wet sound of my fingers fucking into his hole, but then he says the thing that always gets me to do whatever he wants.

“Please.”

I growl into his neck and pull out my fingers, making him whimper at the loss. Part of me knows everything is about to change, and I should be worried, but it all feels too good for me to care. Seeing him spread out underneath me, desperate and wanting like this, it’s already changed me.

I’ve never needed something the way I need him right now.

“You want my cock?”

Cade bites his lip and nods, looking up at me with those stupid puppy-dog eyes.

“You want me to fuck you? To be inside you and fucking own you? Because I thought you were mine before, Cade, but this-”

My voice is a dry rasp. I push my fingers back into him, making him gasp.

“This is something else. This isn’t something I can forget about.”

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