Chapter 42
Caster didn’t want to move. This was right, too right.
The curve of Mark’s pelvic muscles cushioned him, like the perfect container for his desire.
The temptation to take his pleasure overwhelmed every sense, and as far gone as he was, it wouldn’t take much.
His hips moved forward with zero input from his mind, and Mark moaned at the contact.
That moan drew him away from his need for release. A need he’d been nursing since their phone call last night. A need that had been derailed by what he’d found when he walked into their room, Mark’s terror calling to his protective instincts like nothing before.
Mark opened his eyes, his hands moving to Caster’s forearms, the grip tight. The rest of his body was soft, pliable, a result of his orgasm.
Caster lifted his hips from the temptation of his total acceptance. Some housekeeping was needed if he was to take everything.
Mark frowned, his racing heart signaling his fear that they were done when Caster moved to settle on his knees.
“Oh, baby. I can’t stop.” He smiled, his hands finding the strong, content muscles of Mark’s thighs. He drew his pajama bottoms off his body, revealing his flushed skin inch by inch. “We’re only getting started.”
He hadn’t been prepared for the sight of Mark naked from the waist down, or of the effect it would have on his starved desire. They’d fucked before, but except for that spectacular scene at the club, they had all been rushed encounters, no time to study the contours of his body.
The muscles on his thighs came alive with each touch, yielding to him with an ease that made him want to rush headfirst into his body. But Marcus had instilled in him the value of patience. He would need every ounce of that control today. This wasn’t about him.
Mark moaned with the latest pass of his hands over his thighs, his cock hardening again.
His touch was deliberate, giving into Mark’s response to it, but denying him what he sought. “Are you hungry?”
Mark’s body jerked with surprise, and he frowned. “What?”
Caster’s hands continued the gentle caress of his thighs, pushing them further open. “You just woke up. Are you hungry?”
Mark’s frown deepened as his mind scrambled for the right response. He wasn’t hiding his thoughts at all.
Caster stopped his gentle caresses, and Mark’s mind screamed at him to continue. “It seems we need to discuss what everything means.”
Mark pushed up to lean against the headboard. He started to say something, his mouth half-open, but then he just nodded.
Caster indicated the pajama top he still wore. “Take that off for me.” It would be easy to tear it away, but that would derail his plan to draw out their pleasure. Mark’s pleasure.
Instant obedience tore at his resolve for control, and he couldn’t contain the moan flowing unbidden past his lips.
“You are so beautiful.”
Like every time he said it, Mark lowered his gaze, a subtle change in his heartbeat indicating a denial, perhaps embarrassment.
His hand reached for the defined muscles of Mark’s chest, tracing a path past his left nipple to his belly button, reveling in the way each muscle rippled against his fingers.
“Yes, you are.” He stopped as he reached Mark’s hip bone.
“Now, you will answer my questions, or I will stop. Do you want me to stop?”
He looked up too fast, his eyes wide. “No.”
Caster smiled. “Good.” He tilted his head, waiting for the correct response, almost wishing Mark would falter.
Mark gasped. “I’m sorry. No. No, I’m not hungry.”
“You sure? Because I aim to keep you here in this bed, in this room, until I have everything. Until you beg me to stop.”
Mark shook his head. “I won’t beg you to stop.”
Caster smiled. “Is that a challenge, baby?”
Mark bit his lip, the vulnerable action in sharp contrast with the clear challenge in his eyes.
No amount of control could have prevented him from accepting that invitation.
His teeth replaced Mark’s before he could formulate any plans.
The kiss was primal, needy, and insistent, much like their previous encounters.
There was no denying his need, but his pesky training had him drawing away from the sweetness that was Mark’s lips before he could lose all control.
Mark’s open legs accommodated him, his flexing pelvic muscles the perfect friction for his cock. He would need a bit of relief soon if he was to keep the reins.
His thumb traced Mark’s reddened, wet lips. “Let’s talk about what everything means.”
Mark’s nod was small, almost imperceptible. But the images running through a mind he seemed unwilling to fortify indicated that the last thing he wanted to do was talk.
“You know the two rules?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me.” His fingers moved to his jaw and then to his hair.
Mark moaned, his eyes drifting shut, his voice a tiny whisper. “I can’t think about him.” He sighed. “And I can’t come without your permission.”
“There’s one more.” His hand moved to the back of Mark’s head, further reducing the space between them. “You’ll do everything I say, the way I say it.”
Quickening breaths punctuated Mark’s nod. It seemed he was as affected as Caster was.
“Any questions?” They were so close, he spoke the words into Mark’s mouth. The slight shake of the head and the impatience the images in his mind communicated was all the answer he got before the enormous need for each other consumed them.
The taste grew more familiar every time.
He kept the kiss slow, even as his grip of Mark’s head tightened.
Mark responded to his desire with perfect subservience.
His entire body relaxed, opening up even more as all activity in his mind went quiet.
Unable to resist his need any longer, Caster broke the kiss and, in one quick motion, pulled Mark’s body further down, straddling his face.
His thumb pushed into Mark’s open mouth as he unfastened his slacks with the other.
His cock was heavy in his hand, and he only just resisted the urge to stroke himself.
Mark glanced at his cock and moaned around the thumb caressing his tongue.
The memory of the last time he’d been in that mouth threatened to undo his resolve, as did the way Mark opened his mouth to let him in.
No resistance. Simple, unabated surrender.
The vibration of Mark’s moan sent a ripple of pleasure through his too-sensitive cock, and Caster had to take a deep breath to keep from erupting.
Mark didn’t suck or use his tongue to tease him; he held himself open, open for Caster’s pleasure.
A single thrust, and his other hand grabbed the headboard, a hiss that ended on Mark’s name, tearing from his lips.
He drew his hips back and sent them forward, the tip of his cock hitting the back of Mark’s throat.
Tight heat overwhelmed him when Mark swallowed around him.
Incoherent whispers tumbled from his lips as he took everything Mark offered.
A choking sound filled the room, breaking into the haze of pleasure he’d found.
But when he tried to pull out of Mark’s mouth, a strong grip on his ass kept him in place.
He opened his eyes to find the same challenge in Mark’s eyes, his mouth stretched by his cock, his lips red, moist, and willing.
He gripped the headboard tighter and released all inhibitions.
Mark choked on his latest moan, and Caster groaned, the pleasure overtaking his well-laid plans.
He tumbled past his control, setting a punishing rhythm that led him to the pleasure he’d denied himself last night.
His skin tingled, the muscles in his belly tightened, as did his grip.
He was so close; a glance at Mark was all it took for him to lose it.
His lips stretched to accommodate the punishing rhythm of his thrusts, but the challenge in his eye was gone.
In its place, a gentle acceptance, an encouragement even as tears dampened his cheeks.
Don’t stop!
The words spoken into his thoughts were as soft as the gentle caress on his hip, and even in his pleasure-addled mind, he recognized the change.
He couldn’t hold back if he wanted to. Mark’s latest moan drowned in the pleasure roaring in his mind.
He grabbed Mark’s head and pushed down his throat one last time, his body trembling with his release.
Caster lost track of everything around him except the grip of Mark’s throat on his sensitive tip and the pleasure it sent to the rest of him. When he came to, Mark was studying him with a satisfied grin, his eyes wet with tears. He caressed his jaw as he pulled out of his mouth.
He resumed his place in the welcoming embrace that was Mark’s body, his breath heavy and rough. Mark opened his legs to accommodate him, wrapping his arms around him.
As his breathing evened out and he could form coherent thoughts again, the change in circumstance became apparent.
This was so much more than he was willing to admit.
How could he have ever thought he would be satisfied with a single day?
He wanted this. He wanted Mark forever. But he knew better than to hope for that.