It was a tattoo of a snowflake, outlined and shaded in black. Swirls and pale shaded lines surrounded both the snowflake and the skull, making it look like they were caught up in a windstorm. It was gorgeous and perfect, and so him.
He followed my gaze. “I did this for you.”
“For me?” I breathed. Hesitantly, I reached out to skim my finger lightly over it. “I probably shouldn’t touch it yet, should I?”
He shrugged, and I looked up at his face. He bit his lip, suddenly looking unsure about my reaction.
“You did this for me?” I repeated.
“Yeah. Fuck, this sounds really fucking sappy and shit when I say it out loud…but the skull with the crown? That represents me. The snowflake is you, and the extra stuff I had added around both of them that kind of looks like the wind? That’s supposed to represent the storms that we face and overcome. Together.” He took a shaky breath. “And I had the snowflake inked above the skull to show that I put you above me. You’ll always come first.”
I had no words. None.
He slayed me.
Instead of saying something completely inadequate, I ran my hands down the hard planes of his chest, down over his pecs, then his abs. Tracing my fingers over the top of his IV tattoo, I stopped at the top of his jeans. I could see his cock straining against the denim, and I was suddenly starving. For him.
I unbuttoned his jeans, stroking across the hard outline through his boxers. He remained completely still, his chest rising and falling, his eyes glued to my movements.
“These need to come off,” I murmured. “Stand up.” He obliged, his legs shaking slightly, as I dragged his jeans down, leaving him in his boxers for now.
“Have you ever had a champagne blowjob?” I asked conversationally, staring up at him as I knelt on the floor at his feet. He shook his head mutely, excitement clear in his eyes. He bit his lip, stifling a groan as I eased his boxers down, placing a kiss at the tip of his cock, the salty taste of precum on my lips. I moved away and over to the bedside table where the chilled bottle of champagne waited, placed there by Weston before we’d arrived home, ready for my birthday toast. Or so Cade had told me on the way home, at least. Whatever—fuck the birthday toast, I wanted him.
I grabbed the bottle, twisting it until the cork popped out, and tipped it into my mouth. With the cold, bubbling champagne swirling around my tongue, I took his cock into my mouth, letting the champagne slide down my throat as I did, then licked around the head before releasing his cock from my mouth.
“Fuuuuck,” he groaned as I picked up the bottle with one hand. “Tonight was supposed to be all about you.”
“I want this,” I assured him, passing the bottle up to him. He placed the bottle to his lips and drank as I palmed his cock with both hands, my movements slow and steady. Bringing the bottle down, he dribbled champagne into my mouth, the bubbles fizzing on my tongue, and I lowered my head to take his hardness into my mouth again.
I was dimly aware of him putting the bottle down somewhere with a loud crash and hoped it wouldn’t get knocked over, although to be honest, I was far more concerned with sucking my boyfriend’s cock. I dipped my head, twisting my tongue in a corkscrew kind of motion as I moved up and down his shaft, until he was panting above me, his hands in my hair, gripping my head.
“Look at me.” His voice was a low, desperate rasp. “I need to fuck your mouth now, baby.”
“Mmmm,” I hummed against his cock as I stared up at him, and he gasped.
“Do that again.”
I hummed again, and he suddenly plunged his cock all the way to the back of my throat, and it was my turn to gasp. Tears filled my eyes as he fucked my mouth, and I shifted in my kneeling position, my wetness soaking my underwear. Seeing Caiden losing control from what I was doing turned me on beyond belief.
He suddenly wrenched himself out of my mouth, breathing hard, his eyes black and feral.
“Need. You.”
The next moment he’d thrown me on the bed and ripped my underwear off, and thrust inside me in one powerful movement.
I was filled with him. His cock pulsed inside me, his muscles surrounded me, and his hot mouth was on mine as he kissed me fiercely before tearing his mouth away, moving to my neck. He moved lower still, kissing and nipping at my breasts, driving me wild with his touch. He ground himself against my body, withdrawing his cock almost all the way out, then thrusting back in. Repeating the motion again and again, he drove me insane with need, until I gripped his ass, holding him in place.
“Kiss me,” I begged, my voice hoarse and breathless. He gave me a savage grin, before he crashed his mouth onto mine, his hand coming up to grip my throat.
That was my only warning before he was pistoning his hips in and out, hard and fast, our bodies slamming together. He’d completely lost control as he marked me with his teeth, his lips, his tongue, his hands; every part of me was his. And I marked him in return, both of us fucking wildly, sweat dripping between our bodies, drawing closer to an explosive orgasm.
All I could do was hold on to him as I came, crying out his name, starbursts of light bursting in front of my eyes. He followed me over the edge, my name falling from his lips while I was still trembling through the aftershocks, his cock shooting his cum deep inside me.
Collapsing down, his arms shaking, he twisted us so I was on top of him. He stroked my hair away from my face, holding me as we both recovered.
I could barely move, completely satiated, my head resting on his chest.
“Do you think it’ll always be like this?” I wondered aloud, lifting my head slightly to look at him.