Page 75 of Crossbones
“Lube—bedside drawer,” I pant against his lips.
James stretches over me to grab the lube and I’m treated to a glorious view of his abs. I can’t help myself and run my tongue in a groove of muscle, humming in appreciation as his skin pebbles. I bite down and he lets out a strangled sound, quickly moving back down. He tears the cork off with his teeth and spills some of it over his fingers. His movements slow, watching me as he brings them back to my ass.
Once again, I’m surprised by his confidence. For someone who hasn’t ever done this before, he certainly isn’t being shy about it. There’s no hesitation—only his dominance that is so fucking hot to submit to.
As he pushes a finger inside me, his hips grind our cocks together. He doesn’t take long before he follows the first finger with a second, stretching me in the most delicious way. I see the challenge in his eyes as he prepares me for his cock. His fingertip slides against that spot inside me, and I light the fuck up. I groan and my eyes shut in ecstasy.
“Eyes on me, Caspian.” His demand is low and rough, dripping with lust. My name on his tongue sends heat rushing through me. My eyes open, colliding with his;the intensity making my breath stall in my throat.
“Yes, sir—” I say it playfully, but my words turn into a moan when he realizes touching me there sends me soaring, and does it again. A tremor runs through me and he leans down, dragging my bottom lip between his teeth, cutting off all further thoughts.
JAMES
Yes sir.
Those words trigger something feral inside me. I let his lip slide out from between my teeth and follow it with a kiss, my tongue touching his before dragging my lips away to kiss below his jaw.
“You're strangling my fingers, Caspian.” I’m already painfully hard thinking about his hole gripping me. “This ass is practically begging for my cock.”
I have no idea where these words are coming from. I’m so swept away by lust and the sensations of hard muscle and rough edges. His hand wraps around me and he slicks it with lube, jerking me in leisurely strokes that leave me breathless. I yank out of his hand, pulling my fingers from him in the same motion.
“I need to be inside you,now,” I pant.
But as my head presses against his ass, I hesitate—
His breathing is as erratic as mine, but he feels my hesitation and his hands settle on my hips.
“You won’t break me, Captain,” he smirks. “Well, at least not in any way I won’t enjoy—” His words end in a curse that turns into a groan as he pulls me forward at the same time I push into him. His cock is leaking all over his abs as I push in further. His breathless pants and moans coast over my face. I shove the rest of the way in, relishing the look of brief pain, but also pleasure warring on Caspian’s face.
He drags my face to his, kissing me fiercely. I move slowly but I can feel my control rapidly slipping away. He’s so tight—I have to move.
I draw almost all the way out and plunge back in, bottoming out before doing it again.
“Fuck, yes—James—” Breathless words turn our kiss messy as passion overwhelms us. I slam into him over and over again until our skin is slick with sweat and our moans and harsh breathing are the only sounds. I can tell I’m hitting that spot inside him because he’s barely coherent now, his cock rock hard as it bobs between us.
I wrap my hand around him and his hips jerk. I can’t look away from the utter rapture written on every plane of his face. Heavy eyes drill into mine, following my orders to not look away.
“Let me see you come undone,” I say gruffly.
The edge is rushing towards me. I know he’s close too—the urge to ruin him makes my movements erratic. I pull back a little further, wanting to watch him, and with a series of curses and moans, he’s coming. His cock pulses in my hand as he coats his stomach in come—looking like a god wrapped up in divine bliss.
“So fucking hot,” I say breathlessly.
And all fucking mine.
His hands grip my ass as he tightens around me so hard all thoughts leave me. I follow him off the cliff with a groan, driving into him through my own euphoria.
I don’t know how long I lay on top of him, but his hand trailing down my back brings me fully aware that I’m still inside him. With a groan, I slide out and roll off the bed to use the bathroom. Also, I need a minute because what we just did didn’t feel like me experimenting with my sexuality and I don’t know what to do with that yet.
When I come out, he passes me with a smirk, trailing his eyes up and down my body like I’m sacred and he’s not done worshiping me yet. Even though I’d just been the dominant one, the way he submits is nothing short of powerful.
A few minutes later, Caspian walks out of the bathroom still naked, looking disheveled and satisfied. He is devastatingly beautiful like this and it gives him just the right amount of undone to make my blood heat again. I’m still a little dazed, reveling in the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had in my life, but just like with all of this, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do next.
“Are you going to freak out, Captain?”
I scowl at him but it doesn’t have any heat in it, especially since I don’t feel like I want to push him away this time.
“No, are you going to run?”
