Page 70 of Gunner

Witter squirmed, then relaxed.

“There we go.”

I framed his hole with two fingers, pinching his flesh together. Behind his back, Witter clenched his hands.

I gave his hole a tentative lap. A hiss startled out of him, and he tilted his ass. I squeezed the fleshy underside of his cheeks and licked him from his taint to his hole. The bed vibrated beneathour bodies from his shallow pants. His whimpers pushed me to suck and fuck him harder with my tongue.

“Ugh.” Witter boosted himself up on his knees, shoving his ass back into my face and my laving tongue. The louder he became, the more determined I was to drive him wild.

I bit the insides of his cheeks quickly, then licked down his taint and back up to his hole. He opened slowly, wet and relaxed from each swipe. Only when he was trembling did I slip on the condom and lubed up.

I threaded two fingers inside him and found him ready. My stomach tightened in anticipation as I set my cock at his entrance and thrust.

“Fuck.”

The muscles in his back shifted, showing off the power this man possessed. Despite his gentle nature, if he ever decided to fight back, there would be hell to pay. But for now, I loved that I got to subdue him, that I made him moan and arch his back into my thrusts.

I grabbed his wrists and held him tight as I bottomed out.

“Fuck,” Witter grunted.

So I did it again, not pausing between thrusts. His whimpered cries filled the room as I put his ass to work, feeding him my length in full.

The way he spread around my cock, stretched out around me, was beautiful. I pulled completely out, leaving his hole gaping. Before he could contract, I filled him back up and snapped my hips so hard the bed shook beneath us.

“Hngh,” Witter cried. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Don’t stop.”

As if I could have, even if I tried. I hissed a breath to compensate for my loss of words. He shouldn’t feel any different from those I’d fucked before him, but damn if he didn’t. I spread his cheeks so I could watch my cock drilling him, bruising him, ruining him.

Witter’s body went taut, his muscles tightening as he came, which made it almost impossible to plunge inside him. But I was too close behind to give him a moment to catch his breath. I forced my way inside him, bucking my hips wildly and grinding into him. A growl escaped my lips as I buried myself to the hilt and came.

As the adrenaline abated, my muscles turned to Jell-O. I rolled off him onto my back, panting and rubbing my stomach.

I grunted.

“What?” Witter asked breathlessly.

“Just thinking.”

“About?”

“If, whatever this is, doesn’t end in a week or so, one of us will get fucked into a coma for sure.”

Witter made a choking sound. I turned my head. He was shaking with laughter. I didn’t think it was that funny, but his laughter echoed past the loneliness inside me. The room filled with complete nonsensical laughter. It didn’t feel like we were finding humor in my terrible attempt at a joke anymore.Wewere the joke. Years of contempt between us, and we still ended up in bed together.

Slowly the laughter died, and Witter squirmed. “Can you unlock the handcuffs now?”

“Hmm.” I propped my head on my hand. “I rather like the view.”

“Yeah, well, look at it for too long, and you’ll get sick of it soon.”

Was that what happened between him and Mason? Had Mason lost interest, and was that why he would jump back into bed with me, even after things had cooled between us for a few years?

“I’ll unlock it if you answer one question.”

He went still. “I can’t answer anything job related.”

“Relax. I know you’d never give me information about your work unless it was necessary.”

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