Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 140629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
His life would never be the same. And not just because he’d experienced living in someone else’s shoes. Caspian showed him that real kindness and forgiveness existed. While his past set him up for failure, there were always people he could turn to for help.
“I have to think about it,” Caspian said, rubbing the soap into Gunner’s skin. His touch moved ever lower, past his belly button, and when he grabbed Gunner’s cock and went down to his knees, staying still was no longer possible.
Gunner held his breath, closed his eyes, and focused on the slick fingers rolling his balls and prick with a gentleness that had him getting to his toes. A fire started at the base of his spine and then crawled all over, climbing his ribs and wrapping around his throat. But its hot tentacles dashed down his thighs too, and his cock stiffened.
“There I am, just helping you clean, and you’re getting frisky. Such a dirty boy,” Caspian whispered, staring up at Gunner while the pink dick rose, pointing at his handsome face. The big hands were in constant motion, drawing patterns all over Gunner’s thighs, but it was when they settled on Gunner’s ass that all and any thoughts in his head turned into vapor and leaked out into the steamy air around them.
Cooking on the inside, he looked at Caspian, already trembling, the reality outside the wet room forgotten. “I can’t help myself,” he rasped, confused whether he was more desperate for closeness or Caspian’s mouth on his dick. But he didn’t have to choose, because this moment wasn’t just about pleasure. It was safe for him to let go. To be himself and play.
Caspian’s lips stretched and as shadows danced over the lines tattooed on his face, it seemed as though his mouth became one with the hyena skull’s sharp teeth. A jolt of arousal squeezed Gunner’s balls when he thought about his lover’s predatory instincts, but he was left to mewl as both of Caspian’s hands moved, with fingers sliding into Gunner’s crack and spreading the soap over sensitive skin.
“I bet. My pretty little slut.”
He stirred against the fingers with a moan. “It’s all your doing. I wasn’t like this before.” Oh, but he was. Deep inside, he’d always craved this.
Caspian grinned and blew air on Gunner’s slick cock as he rubbed his fingertips over his hole, probing and teasing. It only lasted a moment, but by the time one finger dipped into the ring of muscle ever-so slightly, Gunner was ready to beg. He wanted to be on his hands and knees, taking Caspian’s firm cock as many times as Caspian could get it up.
But instead of pushing the digit in farther, Caspian stepped back, leaving Gunner with an aching hard on. “Time to get all that lather off you,” he said and pulled the showerhead off its attachment on the wall. “Turn around.”
Gunner glanced at his needy dick, then to Caspian’s growing erection. “You don’t wanna—”
“Turn around.”
Gunner bit his lip and did as told, unsure if the steam in the room came from the heat, or straight off his skin, because the fire coursing through his body became ever more scorching, and the droplets cascading down Gunner’s back felt lukewarm in comparison. The gentle stream tickled his skin, and the fact that it was water, not hands that touched him now, stretched each second into an endless wait. But Caspian was the one in control, so Gunner bit his lip and waited while rivulets drizzled down his prick and thighs, and then snuck their way between his buttocks when Caspian opened them with one hand.
Overwhelmed by the gentle teasing, Gunner leaned forward and rested his forehead against the wall, but when the flow of water stopped, there was no certainty about what would happen next, so he stilled, breathless as all kinds of scenes played out in his mind.
Would Caspian drag him to the living room and fuck him under the covers? Would he do it here, rolling Gunner onto the wet floor? Would he—
His thoughts went awry when stubble scratched his buttock, and then Caspian’s face rolled over it until his large nose dipped into the newly-washed crack.
“Oh my God…” he whimpered against the wet tiles, and arched his back as his mind blanked. In the time they’d been given so far, they’d never done that. He hadn’t even dared to imagine that Caspian would—
He didn’t have the brain power to control himself when the slick tongue teased his hole and he took his hands off his nape, to helplessly slide his palms over the tiles over and over.
Caspian was so hungry for him, and all Gunner wanted was to lie down on a silver platter and await consumption. When hot breath tickled Gunner’s skin, every hair on his body bristled to attention.