Take My Body (Curse Bound 2)

Just watching.

Could he… suspect Gunner was gay? Or just wondering what was off about his buddy’s behavior tonight?

Sweat beaded on Caspian’s back when he met Marvel’s gaze, unsure what was expected of him. In the movies he watched, lap dances happened somewhere private, not in the middle of the room while another girl bowed onstage, gathering her tips to an applause so loud it could be heard even over the roar of music.

“Can I touch you?” he asked in the end, because while Ralph was already waiting for his favorite performer in front of the vacated pole and Bud had his face between the breasts of a blonde girl with no distinguishing features, Todd would become suspicious if Caspian couldn’t get his shit together.

He could do this. It wasn’t like he’d have sex with her.

“Sure thing, big boy!” Marvel laughed and to Caspian’s horror, she started rocking over his crotch as soon as a new song flowed from the speakers.

Bud pulled his face out from between the other lady’s breasts to laugh at Gunner. “You shy, Gun?”

Marvel’s butt was clad in golden shorts so tight they should’ve been considered panties, and he froze, stuck in a hell a lot of men would’ve loved to spend an eternity in. But this was just a performance for the benefit of the other guys, so he looked past Marvel’s face, at the pipes crowding the ceiling, and imagined a hot twink in her stead. Dressed in a crop top and jean shorts, the boy would rock against him like she did, his palms rolling down Caspian’s chest, only to move back up the moment they got anywhere near his dick.

That twink had Gunner’s face, of course. His face. Which was fucked up, but no one needed to know what hid in Caspian’s brain. Gunner was the sexiest, sluttiest little cocksucker. And when he came…

Lord have mercy.

In Caspian’s fantasies, the vanilla-scented hair that swept across his face was blond and much shorter than Marvel’s. He saw fluttering lashes, trembling lips, felt slim fingers clutching at Caspian’s T-shirt just as tightly as Gunner’s hole hugged his dick—

Marvel laughed, spoiling the imaginary perfection. “Someone’s ready for more,” she said and slid her hand to the zipper of his jeans.

There were many things Caspian was willing to do in order to avoid suspicion, but sex with a complete stranger wasn’t one of them.

“Maybe we should go somewhere private,” he whispered, already plotting to tell her a sob story so she’d play along and pretend something happened. Because while he didn’t find female bodies unpleasant in any way, he would not force himself to fuck one. Especially not for the sake of satisfying someone like Todd Brown, the big bully who deserved a fork in his knee for all the things he’d done to Caspian in the past.

“Sure, babe.” Marvel squeezed his cock through the fabric with a wink, but Todd wouldn’t give it a rest.

“Oh, come on! We’re celebrating. She can blow you under the table,” Todd said and handed him a beer. This wasn’t a legit club, was it?

“You want that, sweetie?” Marvel asked as if there was nothing wrong with Todd’s suggestion, but Caspian spotted the stiffness of her smile right away. Did Gunner go along with this pressure? Had he lied about only having sex with Sandy?

“You want to see my dick that much, Toddie?” Caspian asked, giving Marvel a gentle nudge, so she’d slide off him. His cock had gotten hard from the mix of touch and imagination, but he refused to be uncomfortable about it.

When Bud snorted, pulling his own lady closer, Todd slapped the back of his head. “It’s not me who’s besties with the tiny gay boy.”

Bud frowned, looking up from between the two large breasts. “It’s not not true.”

Marvel had enough experience to smell trouble from a mile away and fled the booth, but Caspian feared no one and let the adrenaline flooding his veins take over. “You expect me to have gay cooties, like I’m a twelve-year-old?”

Todd’s lip curled as if he were a ginger wolf and he spoke loudly enough for Caspian to hear him despite the music. “I expect you to be on our side. Are you on our side, Gun? Or is there another team you’re playing for?”

The question was like a piece of plutonium dropped to the middle of the table, and Caspian felt his stomach tighten with worry, even though he was a big bastard, taller than either Todd or Bud. He might be able to break both their jaws now, but these crazy motherfuckers wouldn’t let it go and could mess with his life in the future. The desire to knock teeth out burned in his gut, but he couldn’t let his instincts guide him down a path of mayhem.

“I just wanted to enjoy a girl in peace. It’s you who’s being a prima donna!”