Page 73 of Bait and Switch
“This sort of thing.” Gabe repeated Casey’s words with an added saucy-eyebrow waggle. He patted the open space next to him. “We’ve had a fucking long-ass day. Let’s just get to know each other a little better. Sit here next to me, I won’t bite. Actually, that’s not true, I might, but I do believe in consent. Come on.” He tapped the blanket again when Casey didn’t move. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
“Is that the best line you have?” Casey asked as he moved to occupy the spot next to Gabe.
“Just one of many, don’t you worry. Before the kissing and whatnot, before we go any further, I feel like I should warn you about something else.”
“Oh? What’s that?” Casey was fascinated by Gabe’s lips, how his tongue snuck out to wet them as if he too was anticipating what was about to happen.
Gabe leaned closer, his mouth just inches from Casey’s now. He had to hold himself back from grabbing his chin and pushing Gabe down against the mattress.
“I’ll ruin your reputation. It’s a given,” Gabe said, licking his lips again.
At that, Casey cocked his head and frowned. “What, my reputation for being a hard-nosed bastard?”
“Yep,” Gabe responded with a serious nod.
“Are you really going to kiss me or just talk about it?”
A smile slowly curved Gabe’s lips, making the crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes appear. He slid his hand around the back of Casey’s neck and pulled him all the way in until their lips met. Casey was lost, but Gabe’s hold anchored him.
With a grunt, Casey twisted around so he could push Gabe backward onto the bed.
“Is this okay?” he asked, nuzzling Gabe’s neck, ending with a buss below his ear.
“Don’t stop,” Gabe panted, sounding slightly out of breath and slurry. “So good, everything’s good.”
“Yes,” Casey whispered against Gabe’s cheek, pleased that it was him driving Charming to the edge. “So good.”
Casey allowed his instincts to take the wheel, delving further into Gabe’s mouth, exploring him with his tongue, reveling in the soft cries and whispers of pleasure he elicited. The intense feel of Gabe’s body underneath Casey’s—hard but yielding, needing while also giving. So much sensation at once was threatening to overload his system, but in the best of ways.
After what seemed like both hours but also only seconds, a deep, teeth-clenching groan tore from Casey’s throat. Almost of their own accord, his hips thrust against Gabe’s—into Gabe. They were fully dressed, but their erections skimmed together and apart again, offering a tantalizing tease of release.
“Jesus.” Casey started to move away, forward, he wasn’t sure.
“Casey,” Gabe hissed.
With a strangled groan, Gabe arched up into Casey’s body. Somehow, he also managed to get a hand down the front of Casey’s worn jeans and into his boxers, wrapping his fingers around Casey’s rigid cock.
“Ah, just… hold on.” He was going to come, but he needed to feel Gabe’s orgasm too.
“I am,” Gabe responded with a wrecked laugh.
Casey muscled them onto their sides, all but ripping open the front of Gabe’s jeans so he would have access to him. Gabe did the same for him, and seconds later his fingers were wrapped around them both, at least as much of them as he could hold.
Watching Gabe’s hand while experiencing the slick, silky hardness of them rubbing against each other had Casey’s brain fuzzing out so that he was seeing white. It had been so long for him, so long since he’d felt this way.
“I’m—I’m not—I can’t—” His balls were painfully hard. The visual of Gabriel’s long fingers, the heads of their cocks appearing and disappearing within their hold, had him gasping. He wanted it to last but he also needed to come.
“Do it, come for me,” Gabe rasped. “You’re so hot to the touch, so hard.”
Casey’s cock pulsed and he came so hard he saw stars and maybe even an asteroid, and then the sight of his come spilling over Gabe’s hand made him pulse a second time. He came back to himself just in time to catch the last of Gabe’s long groan of ecstasy as he too spilled over his fist.
For several minutes they lay there staring at each other, mouths panting and chests heaving as—at least for Casey—the world came back into focus. Gabriel was probably trying to come up with a witty remark.
“Holy cow,” Gabe whispered. “Can we do that again?”
Okay, not so witty.
“But not right this minute,” he clarified. “I want to clean up and then cuddle.”
