space and just enough to set a man on fire for more.
He squeezed himself and pushed into the pressure, fucking his fist with small, stuttering thrusts; he let his head fall back and his mouth open. “Imagining it’s you,” he said.
Cade groaned. He covered his eyes, grinding the heels of his hands on his cheeks, and tugged at Tuck’s hair. Too hard, stinging, but Tuck didn’t mind. Cade’s hips lifted, stopped, held him there, shuddering. “You still—God, the way you still get to me—”
“Shh. I know, babe.” Tuck let go of himself only because he had to or lose it right then, right there. “Lie back. Rest yourself.” He lifted as high as he could on his knees and licked one tiny stripe over Cade’s cockhead, still showing just a little out of the top of his jeans. “Let me take care of you.”
He eased Cade down, keeping himself wedged between those long, lithe legs. Not going anywhere and making sure Cade knew it. He sucked the precum off Cade and no more, flicking his tongue in Morse code dot-dot-dots up Cade’s stomach as slowly as he could, when he wanted to take Cade wholly into his mouth and suck. Drain him dry.
He set his lips to the spot just below Cade’s navel and breathed words against his skin. “You’re everything. Know that.”
“Tuck…” Cade said, breathless. He squeezed Tuck’s shoulders with his thighs. “Fuck, I—”
Missed you , was what he didn’t say. Tuck still heard it, clear as day.
“You need this?” He indulged himself with one hard, hard suck and tasted Cade when he drew off and ran his tongue along his lips. He held Cade’s hips still, the effort needed for both of them. Tuck was going to explode without some friction, some skin against skin. Swear, he’d come in his pants like a teenager again if he didn’t—but he couldn’t—
Cade shuddered and breathed harsher, faster. “Close, God, so close. Tuck, please…”
Tuck reined in his building orgasm but only just. A little longer. Make it last . The taste he’d gotten wasn’t nearly enough. More. More.
He carefully bit down on the tab of Cade’s zipper and drew it down, slow and easy. Yielding to temptation, he licked Cade’s skin as he hooked his fingers beneath the waist and pulled both jeans and briefs down, baring Cade in one surging rush.
Cade came off the bed with a strangled shout that he muffled by pressing the back of his arm to his mouth. Cold air had to feel like something on his hot skin.
Tuck gritted his teeth until the raging rush to fuck, fuck, fuck settled from inferno to hearth fire. “I got you,” he said. “I got you, I promise.” He wrapped his fist around Cade’s cock and guided it into his mouth, sucking Cade as deep as he could take the man.
He drew off only to say, “Fuck my mouth. Hard as you can. Want it.”
But Cade was already past that, Tuck thought, and so was he.
“Shh. Shh, it’s okay.” Tuck took mercy on him and went to work bringing Cade off the way he needed. He cupped Cade’s balls in his palm and rolled them gentle, easy. So full it made his nuts ache in sympathy and made his mouth water with eagerness.
Tuck sucked on the crown and traced his lips, painting them with precum, taste and smell. Cade could come on his face if he wanted; hell, Tuck loved it when Cade let that happen or couldn’t hold back. Loved the cum hot on his cheeks and chin, closing his eyes and feeling stripes on his eyelids.
“Come on,” he urged, rubbing his face against Cade’s cock. “Come on.”
Cade shook his head and groaned. Still denying himself.
Okay . Tuck knew what he needed. I’ve got you . He drew Cade back deep into his mouth and held him between his lips, kneading Cade’s thighs and holding him down by his hips. With each lash of his tongue and seal of his lips, each slide that thrust the taste of Cade into the back of his throat, he urged Cade on.
Give it up, babe, let me have it, I want it, you want it—
God, he couldn’t help himself. Tuck
He squeezed himself and pushed into the pressure, fucking his fist with small, stuttering thrusts; he let his head fall back and his mouth open. “Imagining it’s you,” he said.
Cade groaned. He covered his eyes, grinding the heels of his hands on his cheeks, and tugged at Tuck’s hair. Too hard, stinging, but Tuck didn’t mind. Cade’s hips lifted, stopped, held him there, shuddering. “You still—God, the way you still get to me—”
“Shh. I know, babe.” Tuck let go of himself only because he had to or lose it right then, right there. “Lie back. Rest yourself.” He lifted as high as he could on his knees and licked one tiny stripe over Cade’s cockhead, still showing just a little out of the top of his jeans. “Let me take care of you.”
He eased Cade down, keeping himself wedged between those long, lithe legs. Not going anywhere and making sure Cade knew it. He sucked the precum off Cade and no more, flicking his tongue in Morse code dot-dot-dots up Cade’s stomach as slowly as he could, when he wanted to take Cade wholly into his mouth and suck. Drain him dry.
He set his lips to the spot just below Cade’s navel and breathed words against his skin. “You’re everything. Know that.”
“Tuck…” Cade said, breathless. He squeezed Tuck’s shoulders with his thighs. “Fuck, I—”
Missed you , was what he didn’t say. Tuck still heard it, clear as day.
“You need this?” He indulged himself with one hard, hard suck and tasted Cade when he drew off and ran his tongue along his lips. He held Cade’s hips still, the effort needed for both of them. Tuck was going to explode without some friction, some skin against skin. Swear, he’d come in his pants like a teenager again if he didn’t—but he couldn’t—
Cade shuddered and breathed harsher, faster. “Close, God, so close. Tuck, please…”
Tuck reined in his building orgasm but only just. A little longer. Make it last . The taste he’d gotten wasn’t nearly enough. More. More.
He carefully bit down on the tab of Cade’s zipper and drew it down, slow and easy. Yielding to temptation, he licked Cade’s skin as he hooked his fingers beneath the waist and pulled both jeans and briefs down, baring Cade in one surging rush.
Cade came off the bed with a strangled shout that he muffled by pressing the back of his arm to his mouth. Cold air had to feel like something on his hot skin.
Tuck gritted his teeth until the raging rush to fuck, fuck, fuck settled from inferno to hearth fire. “I got you,” he said. “I got you, I promise.” He wrapped his fist around Cade’s cock and guided it into his mouth, sucking Cade as deep as he could take the man.
He drew off only to say, “Fuck my mouth. Hard as you can. Want it.”
But Cade was already past that, Tuck thought, and so was he.
“Shh. Shh, it’s okay.” Tuck took mercy on him and went to work bringing Cade off the way he needed. He cupped Cade’s balls in his palm and rolled them gentle, easy. So full it made his nuts ache in sympathy and made his mouth water with eagerness.
Tuck sucked on the crown and traced his lips, painting them with precum, taste and smell. Cade could come on his face if he wanted; hell, Tuck loved it when Cade let that happen or couldn’t hold back. Loved the cum hot on his cheeks and chin, closing his eyes and feeling stripes on his eyelids.
“Come on,” he urged, rubbing his face against Cade’s cock. “Come on.”
Cade shook his head and groaned. Still denying himself.
Okay . Tuck knew what he needed. I’ve got you . He drew Cade back deep into his mouth and held him between his lips, kneading Cade’s thighs and holding him down by his hips. With each lash of his tongue and seal of his lips, each slide that thrust the taste of Cade into the back of his throat, he urged Cade on.
Give it up, babe, let me have it, I want it, you want it—
God, he couldn’t help himself. Tuck
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