Page 87 of Crossbones
“Tell me how much you want this,” I growl.
“I want you—I want to feel you inside me,” he pleads in a whisper.
I press my dick against his ass, my jaw tightening as I work my way past the resistance. I grab his jaw, breathing in his words and gasps while he works to adjust to me.
“So fucking tight—” I murmur against his lips.
I slide in deeper, shoving my hips forward ruthlessly another few inches because I can’t fucking help myself. He moans, his eyes flutter as he moves under me, pulling me closer. I push into him in one final thrust—we’re chest to chest, breathing in each other’s ragged breaths. The intensity of our connection is searing as we stare at each other. We both move at the same time—our lips meet with a fervor as I pull out and slam back in.
My fingers slide into his hair and our kiss grows messy—tongues tangle—I can’t get enough of him. He’s overwhelming me and I’m completely wrapped up in him. He grips my hips, fingers digging hard into my skin, demanding nothing less than everything I have to give. The pace is relentless and has us both gasping in air between kisses.
I force myself to slow down. I wrench away from him, withdrawing completely—he growls in frustration and his hold on me tightens as he attempts to keep me where he wants me, where heneedsme. But I smirk down at him.
“You don’t get to come yet, love,” I say gruffly. “Get on your hands and knees.”
Caspian’s hand automatically goes to his cock but I grab his wrist and pin it over his head.
“What did I tell you? No touching.”
He hums in approval and nips my jaw playfully before turning onto his stomach and shoving hiships up against me. My face drops to his shoulder with a groan as my hard cock slides between his ass cheeks. Instead of entering him, I trail a line of kisses down his back and sit on my heels, taking in the view before me.
“Beautiful,” I mutter.
“What—not cute or adorable?” He says breathlessly.
I reach out and tug on his cock, hard and dripping between his legs. He moans, pushing his hips back more, begging to be filled. I run my finger down his ass, pressing just the tip slowly in and out of his hole.
“No, when you’re like this for me, you’re so much more,” I say quietly.
I continue teasing him with my finger and lean in, sucking on his balls and stroking his shaft in slow, languid movements.
“Fuck, fuck—I’m so close,” he whines.
He can’t stay still, his hips push back against my face, and I suck harder until he shudders and hisses at the pain. His cock is leaking onto the bed under him.
“James—” He pleads. “I need to come—”
Vibrating with need, his body is slick with sweat—I tease him towards the edge and then back off again. He curses viciously, barely able to form the words.
“I’m going–to kill you,” he rasps.
I sink my teeth into his ass and he yelps, throwing me a glare over his shoulder.
I chuckle. “You’re not going to do anything unless I tell you.” I trail my tongue over my bite mark, my eyes blazing as they meet his. “Understood?”
“Yes, sir,” he whispers, the fire of his gaze smoldering into a seductive burn.
“Good boy.”
I run my lips lightly over his balls and further—my tongue flicks out and I drag it over his hole in a single swipe. His moan is muffled by the pillow his face is buried in as he lets out another string of curses.
“This tight hole drives me crazy,” I breathe.
Lining up behind him, I pull apart his ass and let spit fall from my mouth, smearing the head of my cock through it.
“Fuck, you take me so well, baby.”
I slowly enter him, watching him take me inch by inch. A strangled groan escapes past my parted lips at how overwhelmingly stunning he looks—muscled back glistening with sweat, defined arms over his head, fists digging into the sheets for dear life.
