Page 50 of Stupid Dirty

“Do it.” He sounds so sure. “Fuck me. Own me. You already do, I just didn’t realize it.”

It takes me about a second and a half to slather more lube on my cock. I squeeze the base, terrified that I’m going to come before I even get inside, but desperate to be inside him all the same. When I push the tip against his hole, I see him holding his breath and tensing up. I lean back enough that he can look me in the eye and I run my fingers under his jaw, letting him nuzzle into my hand.

“Breathe, Cade.”

He lets out a big breath, his body relaxes, and the head of my cock sinks into his tight heat.

“Fuck, yes. Yes, Silas. Please.”

I push in slowly, and he keeps babbling and clawing at me the whole time, arching his back and asking for more. I grab one of his thighs and push back until he’s spread completely open and I can see exactly where we’re joined. With one hand gripping histhigh and the other on his hip, I fuck the rest of my cock into him in a thrust.

The sound of his gasp will be trapped in my memory as the single hottest sound a person has ever made. His hole is clutching at me like he needs me there and for a second I have to fight a sudden hot pressure behind my eyes.

A lot of things are clicking into place that I didn’t realize were out of place.

But I can’t think about that now.

I blink the thought away, pull out, and then push back in again. Cade’s hands are grabbing any part of me he can reach, and he’s moaning low with every roll of my hips. I can’t wait any longer.

Leaning over, I press our bodies together again in a long line, holding him as close to me as possible. I keep my thrusts shallow and gentle, careful not to hurt him, but picking up the pace. My body feels like it’s moving with a mind of its own and my brain is just along for the ride.

I pull Cade into a messy, open-mouthed kiss that we’re both panting too hard to deepen.

“More,” he moans into my mouth, clutching my shoulders. I shift my weight onto one arm so I can use the other to hitch his hips a little higher, changing the angle, feeling myself drag inside him with every slow thrust.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants, barely audible, still holding me close. I can’t see his face, but I can hear the second he makes that familiar choked sound, then his cock twitches where it’s pinned between us and my stomach is slick with his cum. His ass bears down on me like a vise.

“Fuck.” The word leaves my mouth as a gasp. I’m so close. I press my forehead against his and hold him close, thrusting a few more times until my balls tighten and my orgasm hits, unloading into him. I shove my hips against him, some primalpart of my brain telling me to stuff him so full of my cum that it never comes out, even though it doesn’t make any sense.

When the last shuddering aftershock of my orgasm is finally done, I collapse on top of Cade and feel his arms tighten around my shoulders.

I have no idea how we got here, but I’m not going back to before. This feels too right.

When I lean back and pull out of Cade, he hisses in what looks like a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Are you okay?” I rest my hand on his smooth, sweaty chest, like I need to feel his heart beating.

“Fuck, yeah, it’s just weird. Good, but weird. And now sore. I don’t know what the fuck you did to me, but when you made me come, it was like you punched a magic button with your dick. Like I was going to tear in half, but in a good way, if that makes sense. I swear, I came so hard I felt it in my toes.” He laughs, making his chest vibrate under my hand.

Listening to him ramble makes me smile. It reassures me that he’s still him, and I’m still me, and nothing has changed.

Of course, when I look between his legs to see how sore he really is, what I get is the sight of my own cum sliding out of his body. It makes me growl, and I know some things have definitely changed.

A part of him belongs to me,is the thought that flickers through my mind.

Without thinking, I use my fingers to push the cum back in. I want it to stay there. I’m gentle, but when I look up at Cade, he’s watching me with heavy, lust-filled eyes, so I don’t stop. I trust him to tell me if he wants me to stop.

“So messy,” I mumble, watching my fingers disappear back inside him where they belong. “So fucking beautiful.”

Leaning back, I pull Cade until his bottom half is in my lap, taking in the sight of him. His torso is shining with sweat, andthere’s cum smeared in the dark hair trailing down from his belly button. He looks fucking debauched.

He lets his legs fall open for me just as easily as he did the first time, and there’s a lazy smile on his lips. Without getting rough, I go back to finger-fucking him like before, only this time I’m using my own mess to slick the way. I wish there was more of me in him, and the thought of it makes my dick give an interested twitch.

I keep the gentle pace, but explore different angles and ways of touching him and before long, I have him panting and begging for more. I figure out exactly where the spot is that makes him light up with pleasure when I stroke it. Watching him writhe on my fingers and beg like a slut is fucking phenomenal, and eventually I realize that I’m fucking hard again and leaking all over my lap.

Cade is half-hard and has been loosely jerking himself while I touch him, but that’s not where his pleasure is coming from. Whenever I touch him just right, his hips buck. I keep going until he’s fully hard again as well and has babbled so much that he’s hoarse and barely making sense anymore.

“Please, baby, your cock, please.”

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