Take My Body (Curse Bound 2)

Neither of them was in a hurry this time, and even when Gunner’s cock hardened from all that touching and kissing, he didn’t try to push for more and raised his chin in submission, accepting each and every peck Caspian showered on his neck, then down his chest. He opened his eyes and peeked down in time to see Caspian rub the tip of his nose against Gunner’s nipple before teasing it with the underside of his tongue.

The unexpected pleasure of the caress made him gasp, and he petted Caspian’s nape before glancing to the door. “Are you sure your parents won’t—”

“Their bedroom is on the other side of the house, and they respect the locked door.”

Of course. Because they were nice. Nothing like Gunner’s father had been.

Caspian returned for a kiss that was gentle but sparked something inside Gunner, prompting him to arch his body against the muscular form above.

“It’s just us,” Caspian promised before returning to Gunner’s nipples, squeezing both between his fingers, then sucking on each one and rubbing his rough tongue against the sensitive flesh.

He was such a beast. He could have rolled Gunner over and fucked him again, and Gunner would have let him. But that wasn’t what this moment was about. For the first time, Caspian was taking his time to explore every bit of the wonderful, smooth form. And Gunner wanted that too.

“It’s nice to be in your body, but not have to pretend to be you. Does that make sense?” Gunner ran his fingers through the short hair on top of Caspian’s head and met the dark gaze. The faint light of the bedside lamp blurred the edges between their bodies and cast long shadows, creating an intimate atmosphere.

“Yeah. It is,” Caspian agreed and blew hot breath on Gunner’s skin as he moved lower and pressed his mouth to the bulge at the front of Gunner’s jeans. He kept staring up too, as if he wasn’t in the least bit embarrassed by this gesture.

Gunner groaned and spread his thighs in invitation. “How are you this hot? I had no idea I was so irresistible.”

Caspian laughed and moved like a rattlesnake, biting Gunner’s left nipple, and then resting his weight on top of Gunner as he nipped on his lip. “Right back at you. Such a fine piece of ass. And only mine,” he said, rocking his hips against Gunner’s.

Gunner slid his fingers up Caspian’s T-shirt, pulling it up as he trailed each rib. This was what he wanted as a gay man. Not to go on Grindr and hook up with strangers or find new dick each day. He craved to belong, to be the apple of another man’s eye.

He wanted to be Caspian’s.

He chuckled and kissed Caspian under the stubbly chin. “You like touching yourself?”

Caspian swallowed, staring back at him with slack features. “I think I’ll like it more from now on,” he said and moved back down, settling between Gunner’s thighs and opening his skinny jeans. “Even my cock looks better on you.”

Gunner snickered as he pulled the T-shirt off Caspian, ready to indulge in whatever this stud wanted to unleash on him. “I felt amazing when you had it in your mouth. It’s so pink, and fits this body.”

The smile stretching Caspian’s face was genuine and so warm even the hyena skull tattoo looked exciting rather than menacing. Gunner whimpered when the denim was peeled off him, but Caspian didn’t intend to wait and removed Gunner’s underwear too before gently tapping the swollen cockhead.

“Tasted pretty good too,” he whispered. When he lowered himself, resting his elbows between Gunner’s thighs, Gunner’s flesh became so sensitive he could feel the gentlest breeze, and his skin broke out in goosebumps when Caspian licked his way from Gunner’s balls to his shaft.

The illicit pleasure of watching his own face sucking cock was as arousing as it was confusing. “All yours,” Gunner whispered, because saying it any louder would have felt too real. But in the world of his fantasies, on this big, comfortable bed, they belonged to one another forever.

Thick, warm fingers dug into his thighs, and he shuddered when Caspian rubbed his stubbly chin against their sensitive insides. But then he leaned forward and rolled his tongue over Gunner’s balls before sucking the wrinkled skin as if he’d never sampled anything more delicious.

When the universe had decided to teach him a lesson, had it known he’d be craving to stay in the body of the man he’d hurt? Even being so short, so much weaker than he was used to, and too dumb to understand anything about the job Caspian was to take on, he would have chosen to stay like this. Desired. Protected by a man who was truly good at the core.

He moaned and clenched Caspian’s shoulder, his cock throbbing with the desire to come already.