Page 86 of Crossbones
“Well, this should be interesting. Do you have a plan?”
I shake my head, frowning down at the drink in my hand. Caspian takes the glass from me and puts it on the table.
“In that case, I believe we were interrupted,” he says.
“We should come up with a plan.”
Caspian yanks the bottom of my damp shirt out of my pants. “Ihavea plan.” When I raise my eyebrows in question he smirks at me, unbuttoning the first few buttons of my shirt. “It involves you naked though.”
“What about Anders?”
He makes a face. “I’d really prefer not to seehimnaked.”
Caspian yanks the shirt off me, tossing the wet article carelessly across the room. He runs his hands over my chest, his eyes—filled with raw need—trace their path across my skin. My mind blanks at the feel of his touch skimming down my abs.
“You know what I mean,” I grumble.
Caspian leans in, purposefully dragging his lips along my jaw while his hands tug at my belt.
“Unless you’re giving me an order, Captain, I suggest you stop talking.”
He plants a kiss under my ear and his tongue follows, trailing along my neck. He finishes untying my pants and shoves his hand down to palm my cock. My inhale is choppy—and when he discovers how I’m already half hard,he chuckles breathlessly against my collarbone.
“Did our argument turn you on, James?” I can hear the smile in his words. “Or are you always this ready for me?”
My hand whips up and curls around his neck, shoving him just far enough away for me to meet his eyes.
“Get on the fucking bed,” I say roughly.
“Aye, aye, Captain,” he whispers, those dimples teasing me as his smirk threatens to expand into a full blown smile. I let him step backwards out of my grasp. His fingers deftly work the buttons of his own shirt, shrugging it off it lands with a wet plop on the floor. Without breaking eye contact, he works the laces of his pants next, shoving them down in the same motion he kicks off his boots.
Despite his teasing words towards me, his own cock is already hard and he gives himself a rough, deliberate stroke. I sit down in a chair and undo the laces of my boots.
“Sit back and play with yourself,” I order.
Caspian’s lip curls into a wicked smirk. He lounges back against the pillows, one knee pulled up as he runs his hand up and down his cock. I yank off a boot and move to the laces of the second without tearing my attention away from Caspian. He catches his lip between his teeth and his hand slides down to cup his balls. The lantern light flickers across the hard planes of his body, outlining every muscle and raised scar. He’s a masterpiece—sculpted to perfection, or at least in my eyes he is.
Caspian spreads his legs wider, giving me a view of what’s mine and I tear off the rest of my clothes with a growl of need. Stalking over, I crawl up the bed and kneel between his legs.
“Get that pussy nice and wet for me.”
Caspian sticks two of his fingers into his mouth and slowly pushes them inside his ass. His hole grips his fingers tightly—anticipation rushes through me at how he’ll feel wrapped around my cock like that. He moves them in and out and I look up at his face, seeing the pleasure bleed into his eyes, heavy lidded and black as he watches me.
His other hand moves towards his dick, thick and leaking on his stomach, but I grab his wrist to stop him.
“I’ll tell you when you can touch what’s mine,” I growl.
I direct his hand to my cock and he wraps his hand tightly around my shaft. He strokes me in time with his fingers as he fucks himself until his chest rises and falls roughly. I can see the frustration lining his face at his fingers inability to touch exactly where he wants. I like watching him on the edge, knowing I’mgoing to be the one to push him over.
“Fuck,” he rasps. “James—”
I lean down and swirl my tongue over his head. He tastes like salt and my undoing. I suck on him, just enough to add to the already teasing edge he’s walking. He groans and his hips jerk upwards, seeking more. I grow ever harder in his hand, spurred forward by his increasingly desperate moans.
When I can’t take it any longer, I let his dick fall from my mouth and grab his wrist to stop his fingers in his ass.
“Lube—” My voice is barely more than a breath.
Caspian reaches over and grabs the bottle. He pours a generous amount over my cock, his breathless pants of anticipation brushing my face as I lean into him.
