Release Me (The Music Within Book 2) (6 page)

Cade
didn’t give him time to finish. He grabbed Mal by the back of his neck and
slammed their lips together. Mal opened for him, allowing Cade’s tongue to
explore the inside of Mal’s warm mouth. There was nothing soft or tentative
about it. It was a carnal dance that had Cade’s dick pushing achingly against
his zipper. A horn blowing from the car behind them had Cade pulling back. He
let off the brake and growled, “Not another word.” He didn’t want to hear any
excuses. Not yet. When he pulled into the drive in front of the hotel, he got
out and handed the keys to the valet. Cade strode into the Hilton with Mal
lagging a few steps behind. He turned and told him, “Go wait for me in the
bar.” Cade pointed to the hallway leading to the sports bar and waited. A flash
of defiance fell across Mal’s face, but he sighed and did as he was told.

Cade
secured an additional room, not wanting Mal to see the suite he was currently
staying in. He didn’t make idle talk with the desk clerk, even though she tried
her best to engage him. Cade pocketed the extra key and strode back down the
hallway leading to the sports bar. He found Mal nursing a beer, peeling at the
label. As Cade approached, he shook his head at the bartender, begging him to
remain quiet. Cade didn’t order a drink. He needed a clear head for what he
prayed would happen next. He grabbed Mal’s hand and pulled him off the bar
stool. When they passed by the front desk, Cade ignored the knowing look
Tiffany was probably giving him. Why else would he ask for a separate room
other than to fuck the hot-as-hell man with him?

As
soon as they entered the elevator, Cade boxed Mal into the corner, his hard
body leaning into Mal’s equally hard self. Cade didn’t kiss him, though.
Instead, he leaned his head down and inhaled deeply against Mal’s neck. He
allowed his tongue to taste the skin behind Mal’s ear before taking the lobe
between his teeth and biting. Mal moaned deep and pushed his hips into Cade’s.
With Mal being almost as tall as Cade, their bodies fit together perfectly. The
elevator dinged indicating the doors were getting ready to open. Cade nipped at
Mal’s ear again before grabbing his hand and pulling him out into the hallway.

Once
Cade found the room, he slid the keycard in the door and had to try a couple of
times for the light to turn green. He needed to calm the fuck down, but his
need to get Mal naked and underneath him was greater. He really hoped Mal
bottomed, but if he didn’t, they’d work around that. As soon as they were in
the room, Cade pushed Mal up against the wall, but the other man finally found
his voice. “Cade, stop,” Mal insisted

Cade
backed up at the tone in his voice. “Why?”

“That’s
what I want to know. Why? And how? Why are you doin’ this, and how did you find
me?”

“I’m
doing this because I want your dick in my mouth, then I want mine in your ass.
How doesn’t matter, does it?” Cade reached between them and palmed the steely
erection outlining Mal’s jeans.

Mal
took a long pull from his beer before pushing away from the wall. He edged past
Cade to get farther into the room. He finished the rest of the beer and tossed
the bottle into the garbage can. He looked around and asked, “Where’s your
stuff?”

Cade
had hoped to bypass this particular conversation. He didn’t want to tell him
all his things were upstairs in one of the executive suites. “I got you your
own room in case you wanted to spend the night but didn’t want to stay with
me.” That was pretty close to the truth. Cade had no idea how the night would
progress, or even if it would progress.

“Do
I remind you of him? Is that the real reason why?” Mal asked, crossing his arms
over his chest.

“No.
If you recall I said he had green eyes and lots of ink. Your eyes are blue, and
unless you have ink below the beltline, your skin is pure.”

Mal’s
hand went to his chest and rubbed the scar Cade knew hid beneath his shirt. The
same shirt he’d been wearing that morning. He closed the distance between them
and grabbed Mal’s hand. He wouldn’t let on he knew how the scar got there, but
he would try his best to ease the man’s insecurity because of it. He lifted the
hand to his lips and kissed Mal’s palm. “You’re nothing like him, Mal. Was I
pining away over him? Yes, I was. I have been for the last three months, but
that changed this morning when you woke me up. You woke me up in more ways than
one, and I want to know why I can’t get you off my mind.”

“I
won’t be your rebound.” Mal tried to tug his hand away, but Cade held on
tighter. He wrapped his other arm around Mal’s waist and pulled their bodies
together. He released Mal’s hand so he could cup his jaw. Mal leaned into
Cade’s hand and closed his eyes. Cade took advantage of the moment to study
Mal’s face. Even though it was March, Mal’s skin held his tan from being
outside all year round. His brow had creases, but he had no laugh lines around
his eyes. Cade’s chest ached at the reason for this. He wanted to see Mal
smile. He wanted to be the one to put lines around his eyes from happiness.
Instead of grinding his dick into Mal’s body, he wrapped both arms around him
and held him.

Mal
relaxed into Cade’s embrace and gripped his shirt tightly. He turned his head
so it was lying on Cade’s shoulder. When Mal’s body began shaking, Cade ran his
hand through Mal’s hair and whispered against his neck, “Let it out. Whatever
it is, just let it go. I’m here, Mal, and I’m not going anywhere. I’m here for
you.”

Mal
finally got his emotions under control and wiped his face before pulling away
from Cade. “Sorry,” he murmured. Cade wondered if the reason behind Mal’s
sudden breakdown stemmed from losing his farm or something else. He’d obviously
wanted sex if he’d gone to Primus, so Cade didn’t think it had anything to do
with being alone with him.

“There’s
nothing to be sorry for. I’ve cried more in the last three months than I ever
have in my entire life. It’s cleansing.”

Mal
looked into Cade’s eyes and asked, “Are you bidin’ your time until you get him
back?”

Cade
shook his head. “No. He’s married now. We had fifteen years together, but he’s
moved on, and I have to as well.”

“Fifteen
years?” Mal stepped away and began pacing the small room.

“Mal,
stop. He and I were best friend all those years. We were only lovers for a few
of those, and even that ended several years ago. He was the lead singer in the
band I was in. It’s a long story, one I’m not in the mood to rehash at the
moment, but when he found his true love, the band broke up, and here I am.”

“So
what do you want from me?” Mal asked, standing right in front of Cade.

“Honestly?
One night. That’s all I ask. I have no idea where my life is going, so it
wouldn’t be fair to ask for more than that,” Cade lied through his teeth. As
soon as their mouths melded together in the car, he knew one night would never
be enough. “Let me give you what you need.”

Mal
nodded. “One night. I can do that.” He closed the distance and pressed his
forehead to Cade’s. Cade sucked in a breath recalling the last time he and Tag
had touched in that intimate way. Mal’s next words brought him out of the past
and back to where he needed to be. “I need to forget. I need you to fuck me.”

Mal

Mal
was mortified that he’d let his emotions get the better of him. He had come to
Nashville to get fucked. He wanted to forget the shitty hand life dealt him for
just a little while. The blond at the club would have sufficed, and in all
honesty, would probably have been a better choice. Cade wasn’t just a nameless
face who would walk away after it was over. He’d already kissed Mal, and the
brief encounter had set him on fire. Mal hadn’t kissed another man in over ten
years. The few times he’d been to Primus he hadn’t allowed himself to wish for
things beyond the simple carnal pleasure of a blowjob or a quick ass pounding
that ended only in release, not affection. Nothing personal.

Still,
Cade was willing, and he’d already said just one night. Mal needed to figure
out Cade’s identity. The way the hotel employees looked at him led Mal to
believe he was more than just a regular musician. Maybe later he would ask for
Cade’s last name. Then again, maybe not. Did his true identity matter in the
long run? No. This was nothing more than one night with a stranger, same as if
he’d continued on with the blond from Primus.

Mal
began unbuttoning his shirt, hoping Cade would get the message that he was
ready to get on the bed and have his ass reamed out good. He slid the shirt
down his arms and let it fall in a heap on the floor. He toed off his cowboy
boots and reached for his belt buckle. Up until that point, Cade had remained
where he stood, watching with hooded eyes as Mal undressed. When Mal’s shirt
dropped to the floor, Cade palmed his own erection through his jeans and rubbed
slowly. As soon as Mal’s fingers touched the metal buckle, Cade grabbed his
hand. “Let me,” he husked, as he dropped to his knees.

Cade
made quick work of the buckle, but took his sweet time with the button and
zipper. Once those were unfastened, Cade hooked his thumbs between denim and
flesh and slid the material agonizingly slowly down his legs. The friction in
that movement had Mal’s cock leaking from the slit. When his dick sprang free
from its confines, Cade wrapped his hand around the length and licked the
pre-come off the tip. Even though Mal had already shot his load earlier, the
god at his feet had him ready to blow again with just one lick. He closed his
eyes and waited for what he knew would be the best blowjob of his life.

When
Cade sucked Mal’s dick into his hot mouth, he held his breath and tensed up. He
prayed that Cade wouldn’t realize Mal had just been blown less than thirty
minutes earlier, but it felt too good to stop him. He wanted to enjoy the feel
of another man’s tongue lavishing his erection. Being in a hotel room, he could
afford the luxury of time. Time to not worry about someone barging into the
small alcove because they were drunk and horny and wanting their own blowjob.
Time to relish the way the man at his feet worked his cock like it was his last
meal while fondling his balls at the same time. Mal let himself go, not
thinking about anything else.

Cade’s
hand left his nuts and slid farther back, teasing the crease between his ass
cheeks. Mal groaned and wrapped both hands in the blond hair bobbing up and
down, swallowing when he reached the base, flicking his tongue when he reached
the tip. When Cade moaned around Mal’s erection, the vibration traveled up his
cock. “Fuck,” he hissed as Cade’s finger circled his pucker. This was so much
better than the head he’d gotten at the club. Cade pulled off Mal’s dick and
pushed him backwards until he sat on the edge of the bed.

“Lie
back for me,” Cade requested. He grabbed Mal’s ankles and settled his feet on
the bed beside his ass. Cade stuck his finger in his mouth, getting it good and
wet before he eased it inside Mal.

 The
friction felt amazing, but it wasn’t near enough. Mal wanted to be filled with
Cade’s cock, not teased with his finger. “Come on, Cade. Fuck me,” Mal begged.
Cade didn’t comply with his needs. Instead, he angled himself on the bed beside
Mal’s hip. Keeping his finger in Mal’s ass, Cade took Mal’s dick back into his
hot mouth. Cade was a pro at torment. He brought Mal to the edge of release and
backed off. Mal begged again, “Please, oh god, I need you to fuck me.”

Cade
sucked Mal back down, humming around the head of his dick. Mal dug his heels
into the bed and pushed his cock into Cade’s mouth, or maybe he was pushing his
ass farther onto Cade’s finger. Didn’t know. Didn’t care. He needed more. When
Cade swallowed around his cock at the same time he hit Mal’s gland, Mal’s
orgasm raced through his body into Cade’s mouth. “Holy fuckin’ hell,” he ground
out as he shot his load down Cade’s throat. Cade swallowed everything Mal had
before removing his fingers. Before he knew what was happening, Cade slid up
Mal’s body and slanted their mouths together. The salty taste of his own jizz
mixed with Cade’s breath was a heady concoction. It was also erotic as fuck.
Now he knew he liked tasting his come on someone else.

Cade
kissed his way back down Mal’s body, lavishing each nipple with his tongue. He
nipped at Cade’s hipbones while pushing Mal’s legs apart. “Now, I’m going to
fuck you. You have the prettiest pucker,” Cade soothed when he lowered his body
even farther.  Cade reinserted his finger in Mal’s hole and began
stretching him. Even with three of Cade’s long fingers working him open, he
need more. “Cade, goddammit,” he growled. Cade removed his fingers, and Mal
rose up on his elbows in stunned silence. Cade’s shirt was already gone, and
Mal swallowed at the ink covering Cade’s chest. Both nipples were pierced, and
Mal longed to take the metal bars between his teeth and tug just to see if it
turned Cade on. Mal rubbed a hand across his own chest, scraping his nails
across his nubs that were hard. A moan escaped his lips. It could have been
caused by touching his own nipples or from the naked sight in front of him. Probably
both had his dick filling back up. Cade stroked his cock while he examined
every inch of Mal with his eyes.

Mal
had a toned body from all the work he did on the farm, but Cade’s body belonged
in an art gallery for all the world to enjoy. At some point, Cade had found a
small pack of lube and a condom. The latex being stretched over Cade’s dick had
Mal’s tip leaking again. He subconsciously grabbed his cock and stroked while
Cade opened the lube. He slicked up his sheathed cock before pouring the liquid
onto his fingers. When he reached for Mal’s hole, Mal let go of his dick and
rolled over.

“Stay
on your back, Mal. I want to see you,” Cade instructed.

“No,
this is better,” Mal countered. There’s no way he would remain face to face
while they were making… fucking. While they were fucking. That’s all this was.
No love. No emotion. Mal couldn’t allow himself that small luxury, not when
tonight was all they had. At sixteen, his heart had shattered when his best
friend ran away, leaving Mal to deal with his angry father. At least Tyler had
called the police before he completely cut Mal out of his life. If he hadn’t,
both Mal and his mother would be dead.

The
sting of fingers breaching his hole replaced the pain of his past. Cade did
what a responsible partner should do – stretched him good, getting him ready
for the hard cock that would soon be replacing his fingers. Tired of waiting,
Mal demanded, “Cade, fuck me now, or I’ll find someone who will.”

The
sharp slap of Cade’s hand on his ass echoed in the room. “Such a bossy bottom.”

“You’ve
stretched me, now fuck me.” Cade must have heard the agitation in his voice. He
removed his fingers and knee-crawled closer to Mal. Cade’s cockhead pushed
slightly against his entrance, just more torture for Mal to endure. As soon as
Cade’s dick slid past that first tight ring, Mal pushed back, impaling himself.
Both men yelled, and Cade grabbed hold of Mal’s hips, keeping him from moving.
He would certainly have bruises tomorrow from the intensity of Cade’s grip.

“Dammit,
Mal. You trying to break my dick? Fuck, man.”

Mal
started to apologize, but before he could, Cade slid his lubed cock out and
back in, setting up an easy rhythm. Mal used the time for his body to adjust to
the size of Cade. His dick wasn’t porn star huge, but it was fat enough to fill
Mal’s hole nicely. Mal lowered himself, leaning on his forearms, and arched his
ass a little higher. He bit his lower lip to keep from saying something really
stupid. He allowed the moans to naturally escape when Cade hit his prostate,
but he kept words to himself.

Cade,
on the other hand, did not keep quiet. His dirty mouth spurred Mal’s orgasm
closer to the edge with every nasty word that came out of his mouth. “Oh, yeah,
that’s it. Such a pretty cunt, sucking my dick all the way in. Goddamn, so
fucking tight.” Cade slid his hands from Mal’s hips to his ass. He slowed the
thrusting and spread Mal’s cheeks apart. “Look at that – such a tight little
pucker so fucking hungry for my dick. Fuck yeah…” Cade returned to sliding in
and out.

“More…
Faster…” Mal moaned when Cade hit his gland again. “Come on, Cade. I need it
hard.” Mal was ready to beg, but Cade got the message and began giving Mal what
he wanted. What he needed. Cade slammed into Mal’s channel relentlessly. Flesh
slapping flesh, Cade’s heavy breathing, and Mal’s grunts were permeating the
room along with the scent that of sex and musk and sweat. Mal fisted his cock,
ready to spread his seed all over the bed. He didn’t have time to warn Cade. He
gave a yell when his orgasm hit, his ass tightening around Cade’s cock.

“Fuck,
yeah. Love the way you squeeze me tight,” Cade panted, as he followed Mal with
his own orgasm, filling the condom with his load. Cade didn’t slide out of Mal
immediately. He leaned over his body, stretching out against his back, skin to
skin. With jagged breaths, he wrapped an arm around Mal’s chest. When Cade
pressed soft kisses to his back, Mal collapsed on the bed. This couldn’t
happen. He couldn’t let Cade caress him in any way.

“Sorry,
I forget how heavy I am,” Cade apologized, rolling to the side. Mal had yet to
look at the other man, afraid of what he’d see. When Cade’s hand slid softly
between his shoulder blades, Mal scrambled off the bed. “Hey, did I hurt you?
Are you okay?” Cade asked.

“No,
I’m good. That was… Thank you. I needed that,” Mal said softly as he retreated
to the bathroom. He turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on his face.
It was so much more than what he needed. When he stood up straight to grab a
hand towel, Cade stood there in the bathroom with the used condom in his hand.
He put one hand on Mal’s bare hip and leaned around him to toss the latex in
the garbage can. Cade’s hand burned where it touched Mal’s skin. Instead of
Cade giving him space, he stepped directly behind Mal and wrapped his arms
around his waist. Cade kept his eyes on Mal’s in the mirror as he licked Mal’s
shoulder.

“You
are beautiful,” Cade whispered against the shell of Mal’s ear. “You are the
most stunning man I’ve ever had the pleasure of being with.” He closed his eyes
and sucked on Mal’s neck. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough for
Mal’s cock to start coming back to life. He wasn’t the only one affected. Cade
pressed his dick that was already starting to lengthen against Mal’s ass.

Mal
couldn’t do this. He couldn’t allow Cade to treat him as if he mattered. As if
what they had done, and what they were doing, was something that would last
beyond their time in this hotel room.

“Cade.”
Instead of his name coming out strong enough to get his attention, it sounded
more like a plea. Like a prayer to the god lavishing him with kisses along his
neck and shoulder. Touching him tenderly on his chest. Cade ghosting his
fingers along the ugly puckered skin had Mal’s knees threatening to give out. Cade
tightened one arm around his waist, holding him in place. Cade’s light blue
eyes found Mal’s darker blue ones in the mirror.

“I’ve
got you,” Cade vowed.

Oh,
God. Mal couldn’t listen to false promises. He might be holding him up, but
Cade couldn’t have Mal. His life was going down the shitter faster than he
could fathom. He had nothing to offer Cade. Nothing to offer anyone. Had they
met in another place and time, Mal would pursue the tempting man standing
behind him, blue eyes questioning. But they
were
in this place, in this
time, and it was just no good.

 Mal
shook his head. “I’ve gotta go.” He twisted to get away from Cade’s embrace,
but the larger man held on tighter.

“Why?
You said you’d give me one night. I meant all night, Mal. I know this can’t go
further than what happens in this room, but please, stay with me. Whatever
happens between us tonight, please at least give me that to take with me when I
leave. I’m not asking for promises of a future. I’m not asking for tender words
of affection. All I’m asking is you give me something I haven’t had in a very
long time, and that’s the comfort of feeling arms around me as I sleep.”