The look in his eye promised a day Mark wouldn’t soon forget. He waited for the guilt that often followed the pleasure, but it never came.
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.