Page 92 of Stupid Dirty

There’s still a dark intensity in his eyes as he looks at me. I hate it. Thinking about what he said before, I realize I have the perfect way to get his brain to go offline.

“Like you said,” I inch towards him until our faces are nearly touching, “we can work on all of this later. The important thing is that we’re here, and no one is going anywhere. Now why don’t you let me shut your brain up for a while, if you’re interested.”

Cade’s mouth opens underneath mine and he kisses me back greedily. Soft, hungry noises fill the air around us as we devour each other and the rest of the world stops spinning. This time, his cock hardens quickly where it’s digging into my hip, and I’m already stiff and aching. My body wants nothing more than to bury myself inside him and reclaim him until he’s covered in the taste and scent and feel of me.

Dragging the head of my swollen cock against his skin pulls a groan from me. Wetness trails after, and my hand moves from palming his ass to tracing the line of his crease.

Cade sighs when my fingertips graze his hole. We’ve done this enough times that it’s become a routine, and both of our bodies know the steps well enough to pour through them like molten metal. My brain is already buzzing with happiness when Cade abruptly breaks off our kiss to look me over.

“Not that I don’t like where this is headed,” he purrs. “But in the spirit of our shiny new communication skills…” He trails off, and doubt creeps back into my mind as I wonder where he could possibly be going with this.

“Tell me,” I say, reining in the thrum of fear in my veins.

“Why have you never bottomed? I didn’t want to ask in case it cracked open some horrific pandora’s box of trauma that you weren’t ready to talk about, but I think we just established that tiptoeing around each other’s feelings is causing us nothing but problems.” He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, chewing on it absently before rushing to add, “It’s okay! I’m not complaining, to be clear. I think we can agree that since we unleashed it, my inner power-bottom has been fucking unstoppable. That bitch does not quit. I just wanted to see if there was a reason, or if you wanted to try but were too shy to ask, or if I was missing something.”

It takes me a while to answer, mostly because I’m not sure what the answer is.

“There’s no specific reason, I guess,” I say, watching the relief spread over Cade’s face. “I never really thought about it. From the first time we hooked up and I saw what you looked like spread out underneath me, I was hooked. I wish you could see yourself like that, Cade. It’s unbelievable.”

“Sloppy and desperate?” He asks, but there’s a teasing lilt to his voice.

“No, dumbass. You look free. You’re totally uninhibited, and it’s like I get to be the thing that wraps around you and keeps you safe. I don’t know, that probably sounds stupid,” I say, stumbling over my words as I realize that half of them don’t make sense.

“No, it’s not stupid at all.” His fingers are tracing patterns over my ribs, setting off little sparks of electricity that draw my attention back to my needy erection. “That’s actually what it feels like. I don’t want to stop you from experiencing that as well, though, just because I love it.”

I exhale, shaking my head. “I don’t think I contain that kind of wanton, uncomplicated happiness. But helping you feel that way makes me happy, so it shakes out in the end, right?”

Cade’s face is still twisted up, like he’s not convinced. Then something sparks in his eyes, and the corner of his mouth curls into a smile.

“Well, if you don’t want to try bottoming—although I think you should because my dick is stupendous, but we can come back to that later—I have another idea of how to get you out of your head. There’s something I’ve been wanting to try since the first time you bent over in front of me while wearing a jumpsuit.” He punctuates his words by squeezing my ass hard enough to make me jump, and then lays a loud smack across my flank. “On your stomach, robot boy.”

I could ask questions, but I know what he’s like once he gets an idea in his head. And honestly, I don’t care what we do next. Whatever he wants to try is fine with me, as long as it makes him happy and I get to keep him close.

Rolling over, I make myself comfortable and focus on unclenching my muscles one by one, releasing the knots and snarls of tension. Cade climbs up to straddle my hips. The weight of his body sinks me into the mattress, relaxing me even more,and suddenly his hands and mouth are on every part of me they can reach.

His fingertips dig into my sides and trace the curve of my hips. His mouth trails wet, sucking kisses down my spine until he reaches my ass and bites down. It’s a shock of pain, but he soothes it by reaching under me to stroke my cock at the same time, and I almost choke on the groan that comes out of me.

There was no warning before the bite, and there’s also no warning before Cade’s fingers tease my cheeks apart to run his warm, wet tongue over my hole. It’s unlike anything I’ve experienced before, and apart from a sharp intake of breath, my body goes still.

Cade runs his nose along my skin. His fingers are pressing into me and his torso is draped over my legs, and I feel surrounded by his warmth, which holds me steady. When he licks me again, I’m not as shocked and have the chance to actually feel it, alongside the scrape of his stubble on my skin. He doesn’t stop, pressing his mouth against the sensitive flesh and licking into me like he’s worshiping me. All the nerve endings I never knew were there light up in the process. It feels like my body is switching back on, cell by cell, after being shut down by my traitorous brain for too long.

My hole clenches and relaxes as he works, and before I know it my hips are rocking into the mattress. I’m fully hard and leaking more than ever, searching for any kind of friction on my cock for some release. Soft moans are spilling out of me. Every sound and move I make seems to spur Cade on until his face is buried in me.

It’s incredible, but there’s something about the sheer intimacy of it that’s building the drumbeat of desire taking over my body.

I don’t know how long I lie there for, slowly become one with the mattress. At some point, Cade slips a finger into my softening entrance. The pressure adds to every throb of pleasure,and I continue to float on wave after wave of sensation until I become nothing more than the thing wrapped around Cade’s tongue and fingers.

When he eventually stops, I whine in protest, but whole words are beyond me. Cade rolls me over and I take in the sight of him. His face is flushed and streaked with saliva, his hair is wild, and his own cock is rigid with need.

This would normally be the moment when I throw him down and fuck him until he screams, but I feel too loose. He looks as beautiful as ever, though.

It turns out that I don’t need to do anything. Moving with the frantic speed of a man who needs his hole filled, Cade straddles my hips as soon as I’ve rolled over and then leans over to the side. He’s rummaging for something, and as soon as he straightens up, there’s a tube in his hand and the familiar click of a cap that tells me he found lube earlier and kept it to hand. Thank God he was prepared.

With sloppy movements, Cade smears his fingers and then reaches behind to prep himself. I normally love the feeling of him slowly stretching and softening around me, but right now, just watching him is tantamount to ecstasy. I put my hands on his hips to brace him, holding him upright as he fucks into himself more roughly than I ever would.

His mouth is open and the relief on his face is rapturous. As soon as he’s ready, he lubes my cock before bringing me to his entrance. I want to hold him tight and push into him slowly, but he doesn’t give me the chance.

Cade has made it clear that he’s in charge right now, and he uses that power to swallow my cock to the hilt in one smooth movement.

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