Page 121 of Cross To Bear

Allowing someone into your life was a privilege that needed to be earned and it could be withdrawn the moment someone breezed past your boundaries, stepping over them like they were nothing. Power could be given and it could be shared, but I’d never allow it to be taken again. So when I traced the shape of Crash’s lips with my fingers, jerking them back when he went to kiss them, I was perfectly aware of that.

His body was all promise. Perfectly formed, every hair scraped away, leaving not one inch of softness on him, but all that power was offered to me now on a platter and I felt the urge to recognise that.

“Such a good boy.” My voice was a feline purr, an echo of Razor. He would’ve loved knowing the ghost of him haunted this room even as he lurked down the hall. “Hands behind your back and feet hip width apart.”

He moved into a position that was an approximation of a soldier at ease, though there was not one part of him that was relaxing. His whole body quivered as I lightly trailed my nails across his chest. In anticipation of what was coming next, no doubt. I smiled as both hands slid down his stomach, seeming on a path to clasp his red, aching dick, right before they veered off on either side of his hips. A little hiss of breath, that was all the acknowledgement I got of his frustration, something that had my eyes flicking up.

“Something you need?” I asked.

He wanted to reply, but we both knew if he did, it’d break the spell, or create a new one. He licked his lips then shook his head, just one tiny little shake.

“Oh, I think there is.” I slid a finger up the underside of his cock, feeling the bony length of his baculum, but only for seconds. “Something you want very much.” I bent down, ready to kiss him, but stopped myself. The tension in my body was an echo of his. “If you ask me for it, I might give it to you.”

I met his eyes then, the feeling so much more intimate and it wasn’t just our proximity. Because that was what this was, I quickly realised. Us putting the masks down and letting our vulnerabilities out for a set amount of time. That was how I could tolerate this, staring into his soul, right as both of his stared right back.

“No?” I smiled then. “Well, if you aren’t going to tell me what you want, I’ll just have to guess. Kisses?”

I leaned in and pressed one to his collarbone, feeling the hard length of bone and soft skin stretched over it, smelling in his body wash and tasting salt as my tongue flicked over it, then was pulled back. His sigh in answer was so tiny, you’d have to be paying perfect attention to catch it, but I did.

“Mm… I think you like them.”

I worked my way higher, kissing the hollow then the hard column of his neck. I marked Bjorn’s genius, kissing each tattoo, forced to go up on my tiptoes to place each one. But his body contained more tension, something that spiked as I pulled my lips back from my teeth and then grabbed a fold of skin between them. He broke position then, his hand slapping down on my shoulder blades, to hold me right there, but that wouldn’t do. If he wanted to be the boss, we’d do that another night, but not right now.

“Hands down, Cayden.”

When had I learned to deliver a command with a crack like that? I didn’t know, but it came right now, his hand jerking back as if stung.

“You want me to bite you?” I licked the reddened skin. “To leave my mark on you.” A small little groan, there and gone again. “Maybe you’d like to be the one bent over the bed, fucked and bitten in turns.”

Oh yeah, I was onto something there.

The air in the room became crisp, like a winter’s night, each breath hurting a little to take as I considered what that might be like. I knew what pegging was. Jesse had brought it up a few times when he was drunk, trying to pass it off as a joke, but I’d seen the dark light flickering in his eyes. Taking on the role of aggressor sexually felt like just another burden at the time, but now…

I turned Crash around, the big man moving like a doll, not even protesting when I pushed him down so his face lay on the bed, bent at the waist, his legs spread wide.

“Is that what you want, Cayden?”

In here, his real name seemed the most appropriate. I didn’t get a verbal answer of course, but plenty of nonverbal ones. His tree trunks for legs, completely impervious as I ran my hands up, swirling over the swell of his calf, along the sensitive skin at the back of the knee, then I stepped between his legs just to stroke the velvet smooth of his inner thighs. Devoid of any hair, it was as fine as a woman’s, despite all the evidence of his gender.

Balls that were pulled up tight against his body, the skin so very soft as I stroked them between my fingers, the sensitive crease of his arse, the hard jut of his cock. He was entirely male and yet also completely powerless right now. I felt a dizzying rush as I stared down at him, allowing me to touch him, inspect him like an animal or a thing. His cock jumped in my hand as I gave it a few tugs, muscles popping everywhere as he fought to stay in control. That sob of a breath as I pressed down, rubbing my thumb up and down to test the strength of his baculum.

With the others, it’d been a mad tumble. I’d never had a chance to explore them so closely, so I used my time wisely now. Pressing down and feeling something jump a little, the sound of his teeth grinding together music to my ears, because his hips began to shift, just little rocking movements to try and increase the friction. I snatched my hand away, grinning at the sound of his frustration, his control fraying right as mine strengthened.

Hawk’s words echoed around my head as my hands slid down Cayden’s butt. He didn’t have a bubble butt, no soft globes for me to squish. Instead those powerful glutes defied any attempt on my part to get them to soften. His body was so big, so hard, it was difficult not to feel intimidated by it, even put into such a vulnerable position, but Hawk had armed me with a secret knowledge.

I slid my thumbs up his crack, parting his buttocks, his hips tilting back slightly to facilitate the process. OK, so maybe Hawk’s theory was right. Cayden’s anus was pink and completely hairless, which was pretty damn impressive, but even as my thumbs got closer, I knew I needed something.

“If this is something you want, I’m going to need verbal confirmation of some kind. I’m not jumping into butt play without it.”

My thumb rubbed back and forth against his buttocks, ready to be snatched back at his word. I thought I’d get it too, his no, as his whole body shivered. But it was just a foreshadowing of what was to come. His voice sounded so loud, so rumbly, so completely masculine as it cut through the air.

“Yes, Maddie, please.”

Chapter 68

Crash

I was bent over a bed with my butt in the air, like I was about to get a prostate exam, and damn me, if this wasn’t the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever experienced.

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