E2: Dessert’s Here | Brad & Cody: Content Partners

This fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.

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Recap: Brad and I had kissed for real last night. Not for content. Not for views. Just us. Slow, deep, messy. It had tasted like cum and breathlessness and something warmer we weren’t ready to name. And now we were here.. five-star suite with whipped cream on the pillows and his hand constantly finding my thigh like he still couldn’t believe this was real. We spent the afternoon making out in the jacuzzi, editing videos on our phones, half-planning shoots we weren’t sure we’d film. There were strawberries. There were kisses. There was sun on our skin and sand stuck to our ankles.

And then Brad said, “Dessert is here.”

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Ten minutes later, there was a knock at the door.

I was in my underwear, scrolling aimlessly, still wondering if chocolate-covered strawberries didn’t count as dessert for Brad… what had that mischievous son of a bitch planned instead?

“Come on, babe,” Brad called from the bed, voice smug. “Go get your dessert.”

I padded over and opened the door.

There stood a tall, dark, and ridiculously handsome man.

Six-three, maybe six-four.

My eyes dropped instantly. Grey joggers clung to thick, carved legs, muscle shifting with the tiniest move. My gaze kept climbing up to thighs like tree trunks, a bulge that made my throat tighten, a wide chest peeking out from the top buttons of a black shirt. His arms were bare, thick, manly, dusted with just the right amount of hair. That shirt was half open, showing soft dark chest hair and a little sweat glistening at the collarbone.

And then I finally looked up.

Salt-and-pepper scruff, jaw so defined it could cut me open, and eyes...grey, intense, locked straight on mine like he already knew what I sounded like when I moaned.

He looked familiar. Way too familiar.

Holy shit.

“Hi, Cody,” he said, grinning.

He even sounded familiar. My brain short-circuited.

That was Cade.

Cade fucking Wolf.

He laughed again. “Didn’t expect me, huh?”

I stared. “Wait… you know who I am?”

Cade smiled like he’d seen me naked a dozen times which, let’s be real, he probably had. “Of course I do.”

Okay. So for context?

Cade Wolf is a 51-year-old porn legend. The perfect daddy. The manly deep voice. The body. The way he fucks like it’s a slow dance and a chokehold at the same time. I’ve jerked off to him more times than I’ve used our tripod. The man eats ass like it’s been marinating. He’s a bottom’s dream. He’s what I’d call… experienced.

And now he was standing three feet away.

I blinked, still frozen. “Oh. Hey. Cade. Fuck.”

Brad’s voice called from behind me, completely casual. “Told you dessert was gonna be good.”

Then Cade leaned in and kissed me on the cheek but not just a peck. Full lips, slow, dragging, almost French. His beard scratched lightly against my skin. His breath warm.

“You gonna fuck me with your eyes all night,” he murmured, “or let me in?”

I still hadn’t moved.

Brad came up behind me, laughing. “Let the man come in, babe. Don’t get too excited yet.”

Cade stepped inside with the kind of confidence that made it impossible to look away.

Brad ruffled my hair. “He’s staying the night. Figured we could film something special.”

I finally turned. “Wait...what? He’s joining us?”

Brad nodded. “Last week I reached out. Cade was shooting out in a city nearby and said he might be passing through. This morning he messaged me...turns out he was staying at La Perla just down the road.”

“La Perla?” I choked. “You’re telling me Cade Wolf was five minutes away and you didn’t tell me until now?”

Brad just grinned.

I looked back at Cade who was now standing at the foot of the bed like he already owned it. “A collab?” I said, still in disbelief. “With Cade fucking Wolf?”

Brad gave me a look. “You’re welcome.”

I stepped in and kissed Brad. Quick but real.

“Thank you,” I whispered in his ear.

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Cut to the three of us lounging on the bed, soft light bouncing off the glass balcony. The vibe had shifted. Warmer. Curious.

Cade was leaning back against the headboard now, legs spread wide on the mattress, that black shirt unbuttoned completely. His chest was broad, soft in the best way, dusted with hair that tapered toward his abs.

He’d been watching a few of our scenes recently, apparently.
“You guys are fucking electric on camera,” Cade said. “Didn’t know you were into collabs.”

Brad grinned. “We haven’t done any yet. You’re the first.”

Cade chuckled, deep and slow. “When Brad DM’d me, my dick twitched.”

I instantly looked down at his crotch.

Shamelessly.

His joggers were pulled tight over a thick bulge that looked like it meant business.

Brad caught me looking and laughed. “ Cody.”

I blushed. “Sorry, I..”

Cade just smiled. “Don’t be sorry. That’s yours tonight.”

I bit my lip.

He motioned. “Come here. See what you’ve been jerking off to in real life.”

I hesitated for maybe half a second, then climbed over. Cade’s legs were spread wide now, feet planted. His thighs were massive, barely leaving enough space for me to crawl in between. I lay down on my stomach between his legs, looking up at him.

He cupped the back of my head gently, thumb stroking behind my ear.

Brad walked up beside us, camera in hand, already smirking. “This is for you, Cody. Our first collab. With your literal porn crush.”

I looked up at Cade’s face, then down at the joggers. My fingers traced the outline of his thighs. They flexed under my touch.

“Is this happening?” I asked, half-laughing.

Brad nudged me. “Oh, it’s happening.”

I hooked my thumbs into Cade’s waistband, slowly dragging the joggers down. Thick quads, lightly hairy. Strong calves. No underwear.

And then...

Fuck.

I exhaled. “Holy fucking shit.”

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