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Oh, I m not mad. Cadge s eyes narrowed. In fact, you re right. All this fumbling
around has my dick hard as nails. Since it s your fault, do you think you could do a favor for
me?
Red leaned forward. What?
Go find the hot guard who escorted me up here. He looks like a man who could give
me a nice, hard fuck I won t soon forget.
Red growled, unable to hold in the rumbling noise, even though he knew Cadge was
baiting him. The bastard knew just which buttons to push and how. He dropped Cadge s
arms and pushed up off the floor, rising to his feet. Fuck you, Cadge. If you want a cheap
piece of ass, you can damn well get it yourself. I m not your goddamn pimp.
Cadge sat up, the corner of his lips twisted into a wry smile. Yeah, I thought that
might make you get off me.
Go to hell.
Cadge jetted forward, wrapped his arms around Red s legs, and pulled. You first.
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Red s ass hit the floor and then his head banged against the carpet. Goddamn it,
Cadge. What d you do that for?
Cadge grabbed at the waistband of Red s jeans, his fingers nimbly undoing the button
and pulling open the zipper. I just wanted to make sure you knew who was going to be on
top.
Red lay perfectly still, half afraid Cadge was just fucking with him again. Wouldn t it
have just been easier to say so?
Cadge looked up from his task, his hands still tugging at Red s jeans. Probably, but
where s the fun in that?
Red lifted his hips, giving Cadge room to work. His jeans were yanked down his thighs,
cool air bathing his cock and balls. He tried to toe off his boots before Cadge had his pants
around his ankles, but they wouldn t budge.
Quit squirming. I ll get them. Cadge let go of his pants and moved down between his
legs. He unlaced the thick-soled boots, one after the other, and then tugged them off his feet.
His white socks quickly followed. Red tugged his shirt over his head and flung it behind him
as Cadge yanked his pants down over his feet.
Naked, and harder than he could remember being in recent years, Red got his elbows
under him and propped himself up. He gazed down at Cadge, who was crouched on all fours
between his legs, and felt an answering tug in his balls. He didn t know why Cadge was
doing an abrupt one-eighty, but if the end result was sex, he couldn t care less about the
reasoning.
The first touch of Cadge s tongue caused every single muscle in Red s body to tighten
down and sing hallelujah. Warm, wet heat bathed his balls. The flat of Cadge s tongue
wiggled back and forth over Red s sac, and eroded his ability to keep his eyes open. His cock
throbbed and drooled precum, thin filaments of silky moisture forming a thread from the
swollen head of his cock to his abs.
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God, Cadge. I --
Shh, Cadge said against the base of Red s cock, his breath wafting over Red s damp
skin. He lifted his head, his lips gleaming with moisture. Don t talk. Words only screw
things up between us.
Red nodded, because Cadge was right. Whenever either one of them opened his
mouth, all they ever seemed to do was argue. He wanted to share this moment with Cadge
too much to risk ruining it. Too much time was spent with his foot in his mouth. It was like
Cadge brought out the immature teenager in him. He cycled through so many emotions
when he was in the other man s presence that he was bound to do or say the wrong thing.
Cadge resumed his attention on Red s balls, licking the taut, wrinkled sac and then
sucking one ball at a time into his mouth. Pleasure sluiced through Red s bloodstream, twice
as potent as narcotics. With heavy-lidded eyes, he watched the muscles in Cadge s shoulders
bunch and flex, his lover s dark head hovering over Red s groin.
Hair tickled the inside of Red s thighs like tiny, pleasurable fingers. Needing to touch
Cadge, to feel the tenuous connection between them in some form or another, Red reached
down and ran his fingers through the ebony strands of Cadge s hair; they sifted through his
fingers like warm silk. He cradled Cadge s skull in the palm of his hand, not attempting to
guide the other man s movements. He was happy to lay there on the floor and take what he
could get -- at least, for the moment. Eventually, he was going to want his own turn
worshipping Cadge s body.
Cadge backed off and ran his hands up the insides of Red s thighs. His lips covered the
trail left by his fingers with warm, moist kisses that lingered over Red s skin. He tongued the
crease between leg and groin and then pressed a chaste kiss within the sensitive dip above.
Red shivered, his body on edge and eager for more. Christ, Cadge. Please.
Please, what? Cadge nuzzled the curls around Red s cock. What do you want, Red?
You.
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Mm hmm, Cadge murmured, with his mouth pressed against the thick base of Red s
cock. You smell so damn good. He licked a path up the ruddy stalk and down the other
side, avoiding the head. Tell me what you want, or I m going to stop.
No. Please& don t stop. Suck me.
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