Page 93 of Stupid Dirty

As soon as I’m inside him, the edge of desperation leaves his movements. Cade relaxes, leaning back and rocking his hips,grinding himself down my length while I’m powerless to do anything but hold his hips and take whatever he gives me.

After so much buildup, neither of us can wait much longer. It isn’t long before Cade leans forward to brace himself on my chest, riding me hard enough to make me curse and groan, while his heavy cock bounces between us, leaking a long trail of precum onto my chest.

“Fuck, baby,” is all he says when I move my hand to wrap it around his length. He comes so suddenly it catches us both by surprise. I see his stomach tense, and then there’s cum arcing out of him, splashing across my abs and chest. He lets out a raw noise of surrender as I stroke him through it, milking everything I can from him.

His rhythm stutters while he comes, but his hole clenches around my cock and throbs, pushing me to the edge. When I’m satisfied I’ve drained Cade’s cock completely, I grab his hips tight and fuck up into him. It only takes a few thrusts before I’m pulsing my own release, and I keep hold of him throughout so I can bury it as deep inside his body as possible.

When the last waves finally fade, a haze of satisfaction settles over both of us. Cade is giving me a sloppy grin, all the love that neither of us can articulate written clearly on his face. I can’t see myself, but it’s easy to know I look the same.

He collapses on top of me. Our bodies are sticky with sweat and cum, but it only makes this feel more real. When my cum starts to leak out of Cade and down his thigh, I drag my fingers through it to smear across his skin.

I want him to be so dirty with me that it can never wash off.

There’s still a million things to talk about. We have a whole future to plan, and a lot of stuff neither of us is equipped to deal with. But for now, Cade is here, and both our brains are finally quiet.

It’s a start. We can deal with the rest after we sleep.

Epilogue

Three Months Later

Cade

“Hurry up dude, the bus will drop off any second,” I say, fighting to catch my breath between words. Silas’ mouth is full, but I swear I canfeelhim smirk around my cock.

I’m propped on the edge of the bathroom counter, because this was meant to be a shower quickie, but things got way out of hand. His fingers pump lazily into my hole, slick with the load he just filled me with, refusing to let any of it leak out. A fuck-ton of things have changed in our lives since we first hooked up, but that never has. Silas has never wavered in his need to have me coated in him, inside and out.

And I’ve never wavered in how much I love it.

Normally, I would have exploded in his mouth as soon as he pulled out and knelt for me, but he’s been teasing me and drawing it out with agonizing patience. I’m right on the edge,and this would be infuriating even if we weren’t on a tight schedule.

“You motherfucker,” I say through gritted teeth, as he laves his tongue over the crown of my cock but refuses to take me deeper. “If I don’t finish before they get here, I swear I will cut you off for a week.”

It’s a lie, and we both know it. He plays along anyway.

I hear a distant rumble, and hope it’s not a bus engine. All my attention stays focused on Silas, and how incredible he looks on his knees for me. My eyes trace the long lines of his back muscles. They flex as he moves suddenly, swallowing me to the hilt and sending fireworks up my spine in the process.

With a gasp, I finally release and empty myself into his mouth. He swallows like the greedy bitch he is sometimes, muscles still flexing and beautiful in the soft light. All I can do is lie back and admire the view while my orgasm continues to rock through me.

When Silas finally pulls off, he shoots to his feet and smashes our mouth together with a feral intensity. I swear, one day he’s going to break my nose. I kiss him back just as fiercely, pushing my tongue into his mouth so I can taste myself on him.

The sound of someone knocking on the door is what finally makes us tear apart.

Maddi and Sky both have a key to Silas’ house—ourhouse—for emergencies, but they know better than to use it if they don’t have to. That was the deal we all made. Mom tries to parent, Maddi and Sky try to be regular kids for once, and Silas and I try to have a life of our own that doesn’t revolve around disaster management. Which means this house is only PG-13 when we have an appropriate amount of heads up.

“Fuck,” I hiss. “I told you we didn’t have time for this.” I cast around, looking for any clothes I can pull on, and find some mismatch of mine and Silas’ on the floor that will do for now.

Silas gives me a smug smile. Cocky is a new look for him, but it’s delicious. It makes me want to devour every inch of him. But that’s what made us late in the first place.

“I think they’ve survived worse than waiting on the doorstep for thirty seconds to be let in. Come on, the more time you spend whining, the longer they wait,” he says.

Silas also pulls on some clothes as we move, and by the time we get to the front door, we look more or less respectable. As soon as the latch clicks, Maddi and Sky walk in and dump their bags on the ground, giving us a rushed hello on their way to raid the fridge.

They treat this place like it’s theirs, because it basically is. Mom has continued to work with CPS to keep custody, and so far she’s doing a good job. The trailer is where they live. But whenever she’s at work and they’re not in school, they come here, so I know they’re safe.

And even though I’m proud of Mom for how much she’s changed recently, I’ve been figuring out how to keep the kind of paper trail I might need if I ever had to apply for custody in the future.

I hope it never comes to that, but until recently, hope hasn’t been on my side.

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