Page 69 of Gunner

I shoved my hands into Witter’s shorts and peeled them down his thighs. “Told you I was gonna take them off,” I murmured between kisses.

“What kind of man would I be if I didn’t make you work for it?”

I chuckled, gripped his shoulders, and shoved him back against the bed. “Then make me work harder. Where are your handcuffs?”

“What?” He glanced at the bedside table. “No.”

“Is that a yes?” I walked around the bed and yanked open the drawer. Lube, condoms, handcuffs, gum, a handgun, and other odds and ends were inside. I threw the lube and condoms onto the bed. “You can find the keys for these, right? Never mind, here they are.”

“I don’t trust you. I’m not going to let you handcuff me.”

“Say it three more times. You’ll be more convincing.”

“Gunner.”

“Have you never done anything kinky in your life?”

“Not with handcuffs. They’re actual handcuffs, not a sex toy.”

“Thanks for the obvious.” I climbed onto the bed. Despite his protest, he’d removed his shirt.

“Hands above your head.”

“What do I get out of it?”

I kneeled between his legs. “What do you want?”

“Go down on me.”

“Don’t I already?”

“Not that…way.”

“You want me to eat your ass?” I cocked my head to the side.

“You’ll never do it, so I guess no handcuffs.”

He looked smug, like he’d solved his dilemma.

“Raise your arms.”

“But—”

“Raise them, Benjamin.”

“Wait—just let me.”

He turned onto his stomach. I gritted my teeth. Stubborn bastard. He was still refusing to look at me while we fucked. A bit of the earlier resentment slammed into me.

“Suit yourself.” I pulled his arms behind him more forcefully than required and snapped the handcuffs around his wrists. “If the only way you want to fuck is like an animal, that’s how we’ll do it.”

“It’s too weird otherwise.”

No, fucking someone who refused to look you in the face during the act was the weird thing to do. I should have been insulted enough to walk away, but how could I walk away from Witter’s naked body stretched out on the bed?

Kneeling between his thighs, I palmed his thick, hairy ass cheeks and spread them. He hadn’t shaved, and I loved that.

“Oh no, you don’t.” I smoothed two fingers over his tight, pink hole and tapped on it. “You wanted to be eaten, so relax that hole and let me get in there.”

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