Caster stared at him for a moment that stretched into eternity, and Mark lost the battle, begging him for release with everything he had.
His reward was a single stroke before that hand went still again. “No, not yet.”
The hand’s delicious pressure disappeared, and Mark started to voice his protest, only to be distracted by Caster’s fingers on the top button of his shirt. Every sense tuned into the body he’d only seen in its magnificence once, and he’d been too distracted to appreciate it then. Now, as Caster shrugged off the shirt to reveal tight, lean, and strong shoulder muscles, the memory of that encounter flooded Mark’s mind. The sweet vengeance and relief of watching the life drain away from that vampire had been overshadowed by the violence of their lovemaking and the tenderness in the shower afterward. He’d been too preoccupied with the need to keep from tumbling into subspace that night that he hadn’t taken the time to admire the magnificence of Caster’s body.
His hand reached for his collarbone, half-expecting Caster to deny him and sighing when all he did was smile. The velvet softness of his skin covered the tight muscles that rippled under his touch. He kept a close eye on Caster’s expression as he took over, pushing the shirt off his shoulders and past his wrists. His hands moved back up his torso, his palms memorizing every contour from his abs to his pecs, his mind filing away Caster’s sharp intake of breath and the way his body trembled at his touch.
“That’s enough, baby.” His voice was rough, the command unmistakable, and Mark’s hand stilled.
He reached for Mark’s wrists, holding his hands in place on his chest, the look in his eye a promise Mark was desperate to believe. He leaned closer, his hold tightening, and their lips met. Mark opened himself up to the gentle encounter, wanting, needing to dissolve in whatever this feeling was. The kiss wasunhurried, but the effect was the same as every time. The momentary distraction that had been Caster’s body disappeared to be replaced by an unrelenting need for release and the strong desire to give him everything.
Caster pulled away and tightened his grip on Mark’s wrists when he resisted. A gentle caress of his wrists replaced the tight grip, and his arms moved to the headboard, following Caster’s will with little resistance. “Hold on. Don’t let go.”
His fingers wrapped around the wooden frame, his chest constricting with anticipation.
Caster’s smirk was back. “Relax for me, baby.” He jumped off the bed and pushed his slacks down his legs, revealing the rest of his magnificence.
Mark licked his lips, the desire to have that cock in his mouth again overriding all his senses.
Caster chuckled, drawing his attention to his face. “Oh, I will fuck your mouth many times before the day is done.” His hand reached for Mark’s hip. “But first, let’s see how long you can hold on before you beg me to stop.”
That smile was pure evil, and Mark’s heart sank. He’d brought this on himself when he’d issued that challenge. Caster’s caress went from his hip to his lower belly, well away from where he needed it. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on breathing.
A sharp slap landed on his inner thigh, the pain drawing him out of his mind, the sound an echo in perfect rhythm with the pain. “I told you to relax.”
All tension drained away, his body sinking further into themattress, and Caster’s hand wrapped his cock in much-needed warmth. He could do nothing about the sigh as he accepted his reward.
Caster’s hand moved up the length of his cock, and he whimpered, his eyes drifting shut. The hand tightened to the point of pain. “Look at me!”
His eyes popped open to collide with undisguised desire on Caster’s face.
Caster’s smile intensified the appeal of what he promised. “Is this what you wanted last night?”
He nodded, unable to find the connection between his mind and his mouth to form the single word. Caster’s hand moved faster, and his hips lifted off the bed, chasing the retreating pleasure. He wanted more than anything to look down, but the challenge in Caster’s eyes held him captive.
“Please…”
Caster’s smile widened, the strokes coming faster and tighter. He was right on the edge that a simple nod would be all he needed. But Caster let go of his cock, and his body shuddered with the denial. The pleasure pooled at the base of his core, with nowhere to go, and he moaned his frustration, knowing nothing he could do or say would save him now.
Caster climbed on the bed and settled between his spread thighs, but as promising as his actions were, Mark stamped down on the hope of a release.
The gentle caress on his hip, encouraging him to open wider, intensified his discomfort. “This will go so much easier if you breathe for me.”
His body didn’t register the softness in his tone, just the underlying command, and he relaxed, drawing his focus from the denied pleasure weighing on his lower belly to the movement of his breath.
“Good.”
The familiar pride at having pleased his dominant was clouded by surprise when Caster leaned toward his cock. A shocked gasp shuddering through him soon replaced it when Caster licked his cock. His breath wafting across the sensitive tip was like a vice grip on his body as he fought to maintain his composure.
“Look at me.”
The command had his eyes flying open, an action he regretted in an instant when Caster licked his lips, his tongue brushing against his cock.
The look on Caster’s face drew him further into the space he wanted to avoid. “All I wanted to do last night was this…” His mouth engulfed Mark’s cock in wet, warm pleasure, and his hips lifted off the bed seeking more, only to be thwarted by Caster’s tight grip.
There was no denying who was in control here as Caster’s unrelenting mouth undid his desire to please. He couldn’t move, his hands still obeying their master by refusing to release the headboard, and Caster’s vice grip keeping his hips on the bed. All he could do was feel. The pleasure his core held in place broke free and traveled into the layers of skin, causing the familiar tingle that preceded every orgasm.
He begged. He demanded. Still, Caster would not relent. The pressure of his expert suction brought tears to his eyes, and hispleas lost their volume, morphing into broken whispers. His safe word was on the tip of his tongue when Caster lifted his head, and the pressure relented.