Gunner glanced from side to side, and some of the blond stands fell into his face. “Are you sure you w-wanna—?” he asked, but was taking off his shoes.
That was it. He didn’t want to wait any longer.
Caspian ground his hips against Gunner’s ass and reached to his front, pulling at the T-shirt. The bright fabric clung to the flushed face, but once it was peeled over his head and remained only on his back and shoulders, Caspian twisted the top to secure the slender arms covered with a dusting of hair. Gunner made a small, soft sound but didn’t fight him, and even tilted his hips so Caspian’s groin rubbed against the balls trapped in tight denim. Regardless of the fake hesitation, the dirty boy wanted this as much as Caspian.
“Yes. You have to pay for what you’ve done. And all those tight clothes you’re wearing gave me just the idea.”
When Caspian pushed Gunner’s knees apart to make room for himself, the slender back arched when Gunner hid his face in the pillow. Which was for the better, because this way Caspian wouldn’t have to confront who he was about to fuck. The blond hair, the clothes, and the submissive way Gunner acted would be enough to hide the strange truth. Because if destiny chose to give Caspian this big, strong body to play around in for a while in an act of cosmic justice, he would not turn his back on what he’d been offered.
He grasped Gunner’s hip with the big, tattooed hand the size of Gunner’s buttock, and even though he hadn’t been the one to choose the ink covering his arms, he’d never felt more comfortable in his body. For once, it was Caspian who called the shots.
He was the man. And he’d conquer the body trembling under his touch.
Without thinking twice, he stretched over Gunner and bit into his shoulder blade. The soft gasp muffled by the pillow set him on fire, and he reached to his belt, fumbling with it as he tasted smooth skin, rolling the flesh between his teeth and then teasing the shallow bite marks with his tongue.
“I should have known this was what you wanted all along. You hard yet, Russo? Hard for a cock deep inside you?” He slid one hand between Gunner’s legs to find an erection. When Gunner wiggled, releasing a little moan, his ass pressed against Caspian’s cock, as if he were trying to tease the shark floating in the water with him, not escape.
His belt fell open, and he yanked it out of the loops, rocking his painfully stiff prick against Gunner. The worn leather went around the slender wrists, tying them together, and only once Caspian was certain his lover would stay put did he free his own erection. Cool air felt like a pinch on heated skin, but he ignored it and opened the skin-tight jeans keeping him from seeing Gunner’s goods.
He no longer could think of all that smooth skin as his own, and eagerly peeled the denim off the waiting ass, exposing tight boxer shorts made of neon-blue fabric with a print of pizza slices.
His mouth watered. His brain buzzed, and all of a sudden he was starved enough to bite off a chunk of flesh through the underwear and then drag the flimsy piece of clothing with his teeth.
“I’m gonna make you my bitch, and you’re gonna love it,” he whispered against the gooseflesh on Gunner’s naked buttock.
There was so much to love about a small frame and smooth skin. As long as it wasn’t his. But fate fixed its mistake today, and he could be the stud he’d always wanted to be. A man allowed to do whatever he wanted with the pliant body shivering under him.
He plucked the lube and condoms out of his pocket and went straight for the virgin hole winking at him when Gunner hugged the pillow and tilted his hips a bit more. One touch was enough, and Gunner raised his feet with toes curled in pleasure. He looked so obscene with pants and boxers lowered just enough to expose his ass yet still hiding the balls and cock in shadow.
He was everything Caspian had always wanted in a hook-up, and as his slickened finger dove into the tight channel, discovering how hot it was, his thoughts caught fire and filled his head with fragrant smoke.
“Did you not hear me? What are you?” he asked and slapped Gunner’s buttock, leaving a pink impression of his massive hand.
Gunner yelped and peeked over his shoulder with wide blue eyes partially covered by the blond hair. The dissonance of seeing so much beauty in the body he’d always judged made Caspian stall, but the choked words coming out of Gunner’s mouth brought him back to life.
“I’m your bitch,” he whispered.