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 hislips.
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 ofMark’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.
Mark’s jaw hurt, his throat was raw, but the heavy weight of Caster in his arms, the force of his breath pushing down on his chest, was everything he wanted. The uninhibited way he’d taken what he wanted, the unique taste of him, and the undisguised pleasure filled him with more pride than he cared to analyze. He wanted more. He wanted it all.
Caster lifted his head, his shallow breaths tickling his neck. “Good. That’s what today is.”
His actions denied his words as he pushed out of Mark’s embrace, but anticipation replaced his panic when he didn’t go too far, just knelt between his open thighs. Mark’s cockthrobbed with need and jumped when he followed Caster’s gaze to it. He stared as if studying it, the scrutiny adding to his discomfort.
Mark’s hips ached with the need to move, to give his cock a brush of something, perhaps Caster’s shirt, but he was certain he would pay for that. He drew on all his strength to remain still as Caster’s perusal of his cock dragged on. The traitorous part of his anatomy responded to the look as it would to his touch, and Mark couldn’t restrain the moan or the pleading contained by his unguarded mind.
Caster’s intense perusal moved up his body to his face, their eyes meeting in the instant his hand closed around his cock.
Mark’s moan ended in a frustrated sigh when the hand didn’t move.
It tightened. “So, tell me about last night.”
Mark opened his eyes to find that annoying smirk on his lips. He wanted nothing more than to move his hips, nudge Caster into action, but he recognized this for what it was. It was a game whose rules were clear, and the fun would stop the moment he crossed that line. He grabbed Caster’s wrist, the shirt he still wore hindering the need to feel his skin.
“You answer me, and I will take it off for you.”
Mark gripped his arm tighter when the hand around his cock flexed. “Your scent was everywhere in this room, and I couldn’t sleep.”