His skin became so sensitive that he swore he could feel every hair on the body of the man pressed so tightly against his backside. He also became increasingly aware of the cock that was swelling in the crevice between his thighs. Even as his mind rebelled against his reaction, his arousal grew to a sharp, almost painful point.
Kaden
tried to remember all of the reasons why he should hate the man who was causing his body to respond in a way that it never had for anyone else before. He tried desperately to find his anger, but when he felt a tender kiss against the nape of his neck at the same time that a hand reached around to grasp his aching cock, all of his thoughts scattered.
His hips began to move of their own accord, rocking into that firm grip that he silently prayed would never let go. He wanted more, needed more, but the arm still banded around his waist held him still, forcing him to endure the slow, languid strokes of that hand. He bit his lip in an effort to keep from begging Michael to increase his speed.
Kaden
refused to let him know how much he wanted this pleasure. More pleasure.
A soft chuckle vibrated through the chest pressed against his back, and he felt more than heard the man whisper into his ear, “Like that, do you?”
A moan escaped his lips before he could suppress it and he felt what little resistance he had tried to retain melt away under Michael’s skilful hand.
“Turn over, boy. I want to see you.”
Kaden
obeyed the command without a second thought, rolling over to get caught in Michael’s hazel gaze, shadowed by the fall of silken, black hair.
His features were remarkable, but the look of wonder and desire in those soft eyes almost had him coming beneath the blanket. He flicked his tongue out to moisten his suddenly dry lips and felt his breath catch as he watched the man dip his head down and felt him swipe his own tongue along them, groaning into him.
Michael shifted his body over so that his weight was braced on his forearms and he hovered over
Kaden
, delving his tongue inside as soon as
Kaden
parted his lips. The few inches of air that separated their bodies seemed like miles, but he wasn’t ready to close that distance just yet. He felt as though he was being swept away by his own arousal, betrayed by the lust consuming his body.
The big man broke off their kiss and peered down into his eyes as though searching for something. “I don’t want to rush you this time. If you want me to stop, I will. Just say the word and…”
Kaden
felt an irrational bout of irritation that the guy would get him so worked up, so heated and desperate to find release, then back off as though his sexual ministrations weren’t a form of torture all their own. He effectively cut off the frustrating words by raising his hips and grinding his erection against that of the gorgeous man.
They both let out low moans and, before Michael could recover,
Kaden
set a fast rhythm. He ground their cocks together, building so much heat between them that it felt like thousands of tiny electrical shocks were coursing through his body all at once.
He couldn’t believe his wantonness and aggression. During the long nights of loneliness and pain spanning the past several years, he’d always dreamt of what making love would feel like. Though this didn’t quite involve love, the passion that was blazing through his body was as close as he’d ever come.
“I need to know. Tell me you want this too.”
The honesty in the emotions pouring into him tipped him over the edge. “Yes,” he hissed.
Michael growled and leaned to the side, quickly pulling a bottle of lube from the drawer of the nightstand beside the bed and pouring some onto his fingers. “Lift your legs, boy.”
Kaden
immediately pulled his knees up to his chest and whimpered as he felt rough fingertips rimming his puckered, sensitive hole.
Even though he was trembling in anticipation, the two fingers that eased into him had him clenching the muscles in his ass and crying out. The slight burn he felt was quickly replaced by a jolt of pleasure so intense that it flushed through his entire body, leaving him quivering and in need of more.
Michael began to twist his fingers, scissoring them until he hit the same spot inside him that he’d felt last night. Each time the large fingers grazed over it,
Kaden
swore he saw stars.
“
Wh
—
what are you doing?” he stammered. “What is
th
—
that?” It was almost impossible to form coherent thoughts while experiencing such wonderful stimulation.
A third finger was inserted and the large man began pumping them in and out, hitting that sweet spot with each pass.
“Haven’t you ever had someone play with your prostate while getting you ready?”
Kaden
squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head vigorously. This was nothing like the sex he’d known.
Michael frowned at that response but didn’t comment, instead asking, “Think you can take all of me now?”
“Yes! Yes, please…more.” He was shocked by the pleading note in his voice. He had never begged for sex before, but then again, this was a vast improvement on the pain it usually entailed. The invading fingers were pulled away and
Kaden
watched as Michael coated his cock with a liberal amount of lube before taking it in hand to guide it towards his stretched hole.
Kaden
tensed and felt a sliver of fear at the feel of it pressed against him, begging for entrance, but then there was the glorious touch of lips brushing along his oversensitive skin, kissing his brow, his cheeks, and the arch of his neck. Hands caressed his chest and sides, spreading their warmth in long, gentle sweeps that eased his anxiety almost immediately.
Slowly, inch by inch, the
man slid his considerable length into
Kaden’s
tight hole, causing ripples of pleasure to streak down his spine and override
the brief pinch of entry.
“Relax and open yourself for me. I won’t hurt you, I promise.” Michael leant forward and took possession of his mouth in a searing kiss that scattered his thoughts and eventually melted his muscles. The tight grip his ass had on the large cock began to loosen, until the huge member finally slid in completely.
The other man bit down gently on his bottom lip and began tweaking his nipples between the fingers of one hand while using the other to gather up the pre-cum leaking from the tip of his cock and spread it to lubricate his rock-hard erection. Small gasps were pulled from his throat, swallowed greedily by an eager mouth.
“That’s it, baby. Give yourself to me.”
The cock was slowly withdrawn from his passage and, just as it skimmed over that hidden nub that sent shards of pleasure racing down his spine, Michael rammed himself back into
Kaden’s
body. His hips soon began a fierce pounding that
Kaden
was powerless to stop.
The violent force of the man’s thrusts had
Kaden
squeezing his eyes shut again and reeling at the intensity and thrill of the mounting pressure. He reached his arms up and braced his hands against the headboard, afraid he would lose himself if he let go. The large man began pumping
Kaden’s
cock in time with his gruelling pace, placing his other hand on
Kaden’s
shoulder to keep him still, but it wasn’t necessary.
Kaden
arched his body to meet each of his thrusts with one of his own, taking the massive cock so far into him, he thought he might never recover.
Suddenly, the building heat caused by the friction of their bodies coming together became too much to hold in and
Kaden’s
whimpers turned to loud cries. He felt razor-sharp canines pierce his neck and the pressure coiling in his body burst in a torrent of ecstasy. His body convulsed with the force of his release, leaving him utterly at the mercy of the huge man still pummelling into him.
The growl that emanated from the mouth clamped onto his neck forced several aftershocks to ripple through him. Finally, there was one more deep thrust and
Kaden
felt himself being filled and revelled in the glow of bliss that suffused his body and mind. The man withdrew his teeth from his neck, gliding his tongue across the mark he left behind in a soothing caress, and rolled over onto his back, pulling
Kaden
with him until he was draped across his chest.
They lay there for several minutes afterwards, trying to catch their breath and slow the pounding of their hearts.
Kaden
felt hands trail lazily over his back, tickling his skin for countless minutes.
“What’s your name? I can’t keep calling you boy all of the time.”
The question brought
Kaden
back to the reality of their strange relationship and he knew he should get up now. Leave. Fight. Argue.
Anything to get away from this man.
He had spent every day hating the guy for the better part of four years, but at the moment, he couldn’t even bring himself to lift his head. It felt as if his muscles had melted into the immense frame beneath him.
The comfort and safety that suffused his being from the tender embrace warred with his sense of self-preservation. He contemplated giving the man one of his aliases, currently
Jade
, but changed his mind, knowing he would probably find out the truth eventually.
“
Kaden
,” he whispered against the neck he had pressed his face into.
“My beautiful
Kaden
.
I’m Michael.” A few more moments passed before he asked, “How did you get these scars?”
Kaden
felt his body tense as the physical reminders of what Michael’s rejection had left him vulnerable to were brought to his attention by such a blunt enquiry. Humiliation swept through him and he started to pull away, but the arms encircling him only tightened, holding him in place.
“Wait, I’m sorry. That was a bad choice of words and shitty timing. You can tell me when you’re ready, just…let me hold you for a little longer. I’ve spent so long without you. I don’t want to let you go just yet.”
Okay, bad choice of words again
. He shoved himself up from Michael’s chest and gave him an incredulous look.
“You never had me,”
Kaden
seethed. “You rejected me the moment you saw me. What? Am I suddenly good enough for you now?” By this time, his whole body was trembling and he broke out of Michael’s hold, stumbling to his feet beside the bed. “Because I was kept a slave for over two years after you met me, so you might want to rethink your words.”
Tears of anger threatened to spill over his lashes but he blinked them back. He wasn’t even aware of what he’d revealed until he saw Michael’s eyes narrow on him.
In a low, cold voice, the man said, “Who kept you a slave?”
“What?”
“You said you were kept as a slave. Did someone force you to use your power,
Kaden
? Is that how you got your scars?”
Kaden
couldn’t handle remembering his past at that moment. Couldn’t handle the memories Michael’s questions brought to the surface, or the look of anger on the man’s face, a look he had no right to wear. Michael had abandoned him.
Left him to the mercy of a madman.
He had no right to act the avenging protector when he had thrown that role away so many years ago, just as he had thrown
Kaden
away.
Kaden
had to get out. Get away.
Now.
He span around and started opening the drawers in the dresser to his left, frantically looking for something he could wear so that he wouldn’t have to run away naked this time.
Been there, done that.
He pulled out a long, black T-shirt and tugged it over his head, not bothering to find a pair of pants. They would only end up falling off his skinny hips anyway.
“
Kaden
!
What are you doing?”
Years of learning to obey commanding tones like the one that came from Michael almost overrode his new-found courage, but he shook it off and headed for the door, his anxiety increasing by the second. The man moved so fast, he didn’t have time to react before a strong hand made contact with his bare arm and waves of crushing, maddening anger tore through him until he felt his knees buckle and a scream was ripped from his chest.
Michael instantly let go, but the brutal pain still reverberated through him, the trauma forcing blood to trickle from his nose and down the back of his throat.
Kaden
lurched to his feet and flung the door open, staggering down the hall and heading for the staircase.
“
Kaden
, wait!” Michael yelled, but he wasn’t paying attention.
It took all of his effort to focus his blurred vision on the stairs, trying to make sure he didn’t topple over because of his lost equilibrium.
Kaden
heard nothing else until he reached the bottom of the stairs and, in a desperate burst of energy, he ran to the front door, struggling to unlock it with hands that shook too much to get a firm grasp on the knob.