CHAPTER 35
The calm Mark always felt when in Caster’s presence was a welcome balm on the unsettling energy of the adrenaline rush precipitated by Bastian’s presence.
Once again, he had Riley to thank for Caster’s safety, but as the warm water cascaded over his back following Caster’s tracing fingers, he worried. Caster had seemed in a lot of pain.
“Yes.” Caster’s whisper against his temple brought a shiver over his body. They were both aroused, but the need to feel Caster again took a back seat to his increasing worry.
He tried to move, to ask Caster for an explanation, but the embrace tightened, and he was lost in the way they fit together. His hips moved of their own accord, sliding against Caster’s, causing a different kind of thrill to run down his back.
He moaned when Caster’s hips answered his call in kind.
Soon a rhythm was established, and the slow race towards the kind of pleasure he only experienced with Caster took flight.
Caster’s fingers remained on the small of his back, tickling the skin there, the overwhelming sensation causing Mark to moan and lay his head on Caster’s shoulder.
His moan turned into a keening cry as the significant bump of Caster’s cock against his brought more frustration than pleasure.
But they both didn’t seem to want to move this along.
The trail of Caster’s fingers dipped lower, and Mark’s hips followed the subtle request, pushing his body flush against Caster.
There was still not enough friction on his cock, but when he lifted his head to beg for more from the one in control of his predicament, the look on Caster’s face trapped his breath in his lungs.
It was the same determination he was getting used to, but also an unguarded expression he knew too well.
He felt it every time his imagination conjured Caster’s face.
His hips stopped their insistent pursuit of pleasure, and the breath held prisoner in his lungs whooshed out of him. “I love you!”
Words wouldn’t be enough, but it was the only way he knew to reciprocate that look.
Caster responded by pulling him even closer.
The echo of the water as it cascaded around and between them battled for his attention, the look on Caster’s face, a look that conjured images of forever, family, and security more than he could hope to handle.
“He can’t have you. I will not let him.”
It took a second for Mark to understand the meaning of Caster's words and connect them to the threat that, at this moment, seemed too far out of reach. He leaned forward, needing to reassure Caster or perhaps himself that Zeke would not get between them.
They shared a breath. Caster’s determined gaze went from his eyes to his lips, and Mark licked them in anticipation.
The kiss, when it came, was a simple peck of his lower lip.
He moaned his frustration, and Caster smiled, pulled him even closer, tightening his hold in an embrace that brought a bit of pain into the equation.
Mark frowned at him, but his questions died when the determined look returned. Caster’s eyes went to his lips again, as if he feared they would disappear. “I want you so fucking much!”
Mark’s exhale was a whisper of a moan. He opened his mouth to reiterate his love, his vow of forever, but words took a back seat to Caster’s passion.
Their lips met in a violence he had missed.
He tightened his hold on Caster’s shoulder, trying to find purchase as all of him drowned in the intensity of his soulmate’s need.
In the confined space that was Caster’s embrace, his hips tried to find relief for his aching cock, but Caster would not be deterred. Mark let go, released everything into the kiss whose intensity only grew, giving in to the dominance he had little hope of overcoming.
Caster tore his lips from Mark’s with a snarl that echoed through the bathroom. It took a second for Mark to find himself in the surrender, but when he let light into his hazy eyes, that look of determined love he wanted every day was there.
The gentle touch on the small of his back, tracing a path to his ass, called to him, and his eyes drifted shut, just as Caster’s fingers found their prize. The position would not allow for too much exploration, but Mark didn’t want to move.
A finger dipped into the crack, trying to find a way inside him, and Mark’s hips moved, his cock sliding against Caster’s.
“Open your eyes, my love.”
There was no ignoring the earnestness of Caster’s whispered command. That finger dipped further, and Mark rose to his tiptoes, trying and failing to take it all in.
“That...” Caster’s commentary would be confusing if he hadn’t been too far gone to think.
Caster chuckled. “I know… I have all of you and still can’t get enough of you.”
Mark could only moan his response as he battled his body’s resistance, the position, and an embrace Caster seemed reluctant to relinquish as he tried to draw a little more of him inside.
Caster pushed his finger deeper, drawing Mark even closer. His breath matched the shallow cadence of Mark’s own as they both fought the only thing they wanted. “Being inside you is heaven.” His lips brushed Mark’s, his tongue joining the festivities.
Mark moaned into his mouth, overcome with the need to feel it all, even as he battled to hold on to one aspect of Caster.
Caster tore from the kiss with a curse, and Mark’s face was against the wet bathroom wall in half a breath, the delicious sting of Caster’s cock pushing inside him. He cried out. The pain was half memory, the fullness was instantaneous, and Caster didn’t allow him a moment to adjust.
The first thrust pushed him further into the wetness of the wall, his face sliding against it with so much force he feared the tiles would crumble.
But the pleas tumbling out of him were not for Caster to stop.
He loved Caster this desperate, and that desperation was reinforced in the way his hips gained an unstoppable momentum with each thrust.
The brightness of that ultimate pleasure he’d experienced for the first time a few days ago at the cabin called to Mark, and he lost himself in it.
Soon, that echo chamber of pleasure reverberated with Caster’s harsh breath, the occasional curse, the slapping sound of his thrusts, and Mark’s unbearable need to fall.
His own moans, though he heard and felt them, were subdued as he gave in to the surrender. His hold on the wall faltered, the strength in his legs gave out, but just when he thought he might crumble to the floor, Caster’s strength surrounded him, and he was somehow upright.
“Ready, baby?”
The question, its meaning, echoed in his mind, and Mark shook his head. He wanted Caster this out of control; it made him feel powerful, and the orgasm Caster wanted to grant him would take all that power away.
Caster hissed, his voice a whisper even as he maintained the punishing rhythm of his hips. “I don’t have your restraint, my love. I need…”
The last of his words floated unspoken between them, and in a role reversal Mark never thought he’d experience with any dominant, Mark granted his permission with a long-drawn-out moan.
Caster’s even rhythm faltered, his hands on Mark’s hips shook, and Mark reached for them, needing to steady them both for the onslaught over the horizon.
“Come, baby.”
That endearment, its tenderness in the midst of such chaotic pleasure, was his undoing, and Mark fell apart, his body dissolving into the pleasure the brightness promised with so much force, his legs shook.
In the distance, the echo of Caster’s pleasure as it flooded his body was evident, but nothing compared to the call of the stratosphere.
He reached its edge and jumped, certain Caster would be there to put the pieces back together.