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)
It would have been easier after a few colorful shots, but Gunner still did as told, because Caspian’s confidence was too hot to resist. “I’m your bitch,” he whispered and cupped Caspian’s package, elated at being allowed to do such a thing.
This time, the distraction worked, but was it really a distraction at that point? Caspian let out a soft gasp and covered Gunner’s cute palm with his paw while rocking his hips up. “This is lesson number one, bitch. Undress me,” he whispered, pulling Gunner’s hand to the hem of his shirt.
Gunner shouldn’t enjoy being humiliated with words, nor serving another man, yet here they were. For as long as this craziness lasted, he would be bold and take life by the balls.
Drunk on the freedom to touch another man, he climbed into Caspian’s lap and pulled up his T-shirt, amazed by the powerful chest and arms as if they hadn’t been his own only yesterday. He would often worry whether he shouldn’t bulk up more, but seen from the perspective of someone else, his old body was huge and oozed danger out of every line of ink. Gunner trailed his fingers over the tense stomach, and couldn’t help but feel a prickle of arousal at the scent of sweat that had seeped into the T-shirt Caspian had worn during their first fuck.
“Do you like it? Touching a man?” Caspian asked, resting his fingers on Gunner’s hips but not yet moving them anywhere else, even though the chub in his pants made his excitement obvious.
Gunner nodded and put one of his arms around Caspian’s shoulders as he unzipped Caspian’s pants with the other hand. “I’m fucking overheating,” he rasped. “It’s not too weird, right? I look at you, and I don’t see… myself, you know?”
“So weird. But me neither. You’re—” Caspian licked his lips and pushed his thumbs up Gunner’s chest. “The blond really suits you,” he said, rolling his hips up to rub his underwear against Gunner’s hand. How had this much confidence hidden in the tiny frame Gunner now lived in?
He sighed with relief. “Yeah? ‘Cause I thought it was cute. And then you said Alex isn’t your friend, and I was like… fuuuck!” He leaned in for a quick kiss, just because he could.
Caspian growled but didn’t push Gunner away and lifted his hips so Gunner could pull the jeans off. “He’s Judas incarnate. A real snake. But dealing with him will be on my agenda,” he said, almost as if it excited him as much as the touching. The desire for revenge looked so sexy on those stern features, wrinkling the broad nose and twisting the lips that had called Gunner such derogatory things.
Gunner sniggered at the unfamiliar words. He hopped off Caspian’s lap to take his pants off with more ease. There, he’d undress him and be his bitch.
The ugly word floated in his head like fizzing candy—sweet, sour, and provoking constant excitement as he rolled his hands down Caspian’s thighs and watched him like a good boy.
“Are your parents immigrants? They say shit in strange languages too.” His eyes glided over the thick package, and he curled his toes at the memory of that dick sliding up and down his crack. He could still feel the burn it left behind. And now he wished to make the discomfort even more aggravating.
Caspian didn’t answer right away, but he rolled his knuckles down Gunner’s cheek in an unusually affectionate gesture. “It’s Latin. Mom’s in the habit of using some proverbs and the like, and I picked it up from her.”
“Oh,” was all Gunner had. He’d never graduated high school. But it wasn’t as though Caspian needed a conversation partner. Their exchange would be physical. That much he could offer.
After a moment of hesitation, Gunner kneeled in front of Caspian, sliding his fingers over the thighs covered in short dark hair. He’d always wanted to know what it was like to suck cock, and now he could try it without fear or shame. Caspian was gay and probably saw nothing humiliating about what Gunner was about to do. He was safe to experiment with for as long as their strange situation lasted.
“You want to taste it?” Caspian asked and pressed his heel against Gunner’s back, bringing him closer to the stiff length filling the front of Caspian’s underwear.
The aroma of cum still hung in the air, and Gunner’s ass throbbed when he remembered coming in the crumpled sheets less than fifteen minutes ago.
It was insanity, yet he wanted to continue. To now taste Caspian’s—or was it his own—cum. “It’s not weird, right? That I want to?” he asked, looking up from the floor at the powerful man above. In this new body, he could be completely submissive and hand over the reins to someone else. Without worry or fear.