Page 78 of Crossbones
My eyes sharpen and my lips turn into a wicked grin.
“Then you better be fucking crystal clear with me right now, Blackwell,” I warn. “Tell me what you want.”
His fingers tighten slightly and he’s breathing harshly through his nose. I’m provoking the devil, and it’s lighting me the fuck up.
“Where’s the man that takes what he wants?” I push into him and my hands land on his chest, curling into the fabric of his shirt. “Tell me what you want.” I breathe each word carefully, letting the words seductively fall off my tongue as I drive them home.
Blackwell’s hand slides up until he’s gripping under my jaw and drags me towards him until his lips hover just above mine. His eyes are blazing pits of darkness I’m about to throw myself into willingly, because I’ve never felt as alive as I do right now.
“I don’t share,” he seethes. “You’ve given me a taste of you and now I want to keep you all to myself.”
Jesus Christ. I swear my knees nearly buckle at his words. I can feel my cock growing hard in my pants. He apparently can too because his hand roughly grabs me. I stifle a moan.
“No one else gets this cock,” he states. “That’s what I fucking want, Caspian.”
James yanks me closer by my neck and his lips collide with mine. His kiss is hot, commanding and all-consuming. All my thoughts leave the moment our tongues tangle. He tastes like rum and ruin. He’s everywhere, dominating my every sense as he demonstrates just what he means by his words.
And I’m fucking here for it.
My hands grip the fabric of his shirt in a death grip, pulling him closer to me with equal ferocity. He breaks the kiss, panting as he catches his breath. I have only a moment to see the utter destruction in his eyes before he turns me around and shoves me into the wall. His hands work my pants, ripping them down just enough.
His hand appears in front of my face. “Spit,” he commands. “Get my hand nice and wet cause that’s all you’re getting.”
Holy hell.A shiver of need wracks my entire body and I do as he orders. His fingers find my ass and push into me, surprisingly careful despite the vibrating aggression he’s wrapping me up in. His head presses against me and he leans in, his breath hot on my neck.
“Last chance to run back to pretty boy.” I hear the sneer in his words, nothing more than gravel in his throat. I shove my hips back and light the goddamn fuse.
“Show me what it means to be claimed by you.”
Blackwell makes a feral sound and works his way inside me. The pain is there as he pushes past the resistance but I grab hold of it, reveling in it as I relax into him. His teeth sink into my neck at the same time his hand wraps around my cock. He jerks me hard, his other hand curling over mine on the wall, locking our fingers together. The way his breath is ragged is driving me insane. He’s so unbelievably hard as he thrusts inside me again and again.
“Fuck—God fuck—”
An embarrassing whimper escapes as he pounds into me. He’s hitting that spot ruthlessly again and again until I can’t see straight. The beginning of an orgasm is building and I know it’s going to wreck me. His hand slides to my hip, digging into my skin. The pain has quickly morphed into immense pleasure and I can feel his, just as potent as I can feel mine. His hand slides to my neck again and he yanks my jaw around, sealing our lips together in a messy kiss that’s all breathy pants and sloppy tongue.
“This tight hole is mine,” his words are barely words. “Allfucking mine. Say it—”
“Yours,” I choke out.
“Fuck, you feel good around my cock—so tight. Desperate for my come—”
“Only yours,” I manage before I lose control and all awareness of what sounds I’m making. I come hard—fire racing up my spine as he thrusts through my orgasm.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Your pleasure is mine and only mine.”
His words choke off and I feel him swell, his movement grows sporadicand he comes deep in my ass, shallow strokes that make me feel like I’m still coming. I’m shaking, gasping in air—our pleasure seems to go on forever.
I come back down slowly; aware of his thumb absentmindedly tracing soft circles along my jaw where his hand rests loosely on my throat. His forehead is against my shoulder and he draws in great shuddering breaths like he’s coming up for air. I’m not much better. My cheek is plastered against the wall. He’s still inside me but when he slips out, I groan at the loss—not wanting this to end.
Blackwell steps away and the cool air hits my damp shirt that’s stuck to my back. His hand has slid to my shoulder and his fingers fondle my ass before trailing between. His fingers push inside me as he drags his come and methodically pushes it back in.
The action leaves me breathless, afraid to move and break the spell I feel like we’re under. Each time his finger is hitting my prostate and after a few passes, I moan, shoving my hips back shamelessly. He keeps going, and before long my hips are pushing back on his fingers, chasing the pleasure he’s drawing out of me. I didn’t think I could come again, but the build-up catches me off guard, and before I know it I’m plummeting off the precipice so steep I swear I black out for a moment.
I let out a string of curses, scrambling against the wall as my orgasm utterly destroys me. I have no clue how long I’m slumped against the wall. I’m sucking in air like I’ve never taken a breath in my life.
“What thefuck—wasthat?” I gasp out.
A rumble of a laugh sounds close by. I crack an eye to see James staring at me with a reverence that momentarily causes my breathing to stumble.
