Page 88 of Gunner

“What now?”

I cupped the back of his head and kissed him, plunging my tongue into his mouth. A moan rumbled from his chest, and he pressed his hands to my chest, feeling me up. Chasing my tongue with his, Ben deepened the kiss.

Fuck, I’d never get tired of the way he tasted. Pure. Good. And a whole lot of dirty underneath.

I wrapped one arm around his waist and the other around his back and pulled him closer. He ground his ass into my erection, undulating his hips, making me harder.

“Whenever you touch me, I can’t think,” he murmured against my lips.

“Because you don’t need to.” I bit his bottom lip. “One day I’m going to fuck you while you’re facing me, but right now, I want you draped over the edge of the bed with your ass in the air and your pants around your knees.”

“Fuck.”

Ben slid off my lap so fast I could barely sustain my laugh. He could have easily been as stiff in bed as he generally was with people, but he came alive when my hands were on him. He didn’t even pretend he didn’t like every filthy thing I did to him.

“Get them pants down to your ankles, Chief. It’s been too long since I’ve seen that sexy ass.”

“You saw it this morning.” Ben shoved his pants and underwear down to his thighs. Draped over the edge of the bed the way he was, his ass jutted out, twin globes that were more than a handful.

“Don’t move.”

He grunted. “Couldn’t you have gotten those before you asked me to bend over? This is undignified.”

“You continue talking, and I’ll keep you bent over like that all night, slip my cock inside my pussy whenever I want to.”

“Gunner.”

“Yeah, I know you’d like that. Are you always this hungry?”

He watched me, eyes steady on my erection, as I walked around the bed with the lube and a condom. “Only when I see something I like.”

I sucked in a deep breath. “And what’s that? Thought it was too big for you.”

“It is, but…”

“But?”

“You know how to make it work and feel so fucking good.”

Fuck.

How was I supposed to take my time when he was going to be honest like that? I slipped the condom on and slathered a generous amount of lube over my cock.

“I want to hear every moan.” I slid two slick fingers inside him. “Where are your handcuffs?”

“Back of my pants.”

His answer came quickly, and he held his wrists across each other at the small of his back. Despite his protest when I’d used them on him last night, he loved the restriction.

I’m going to bring out every kinky side he doesn’t even know he has.

By the time I snapped the handcuffs around his wrists, he was panting. He tugged a little on them as though checking the resistance. When the metal tightened around his wrists, he moaned.

“How does it feel to be tied up, knowing I’m going to use you and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it?” I asked.

“Just do it.” He arched his back.

“You push open that pussy while I enter you. I wanna see you spread around my inches.”

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