Noah rotated his wrists, glancing up to where his hands were bound together and anchored to the bed with black silk cord. “No, I think it’s good.”
Adam paced at the foot of the bed. “Feet?”
Noah repeated the process with his ankles, the rope a soft caress against his skin. “We’re good.”
Being bound for Adam was Noah’s favorite pastime. They did it often. Adam never tired of keeping Noah hostage, and he never tired of Adam in the role of predator. He was sexy any day, without even trying, but never so much as when he was shirtless, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, his gaze tracking Noah’s every movement, no matter how minute. Yeah, that just did it for Noah.
It wasn’t often Adam wanted him on his back like this. Usually, he was face down, completely oblivious to what would come next. But this was better—or maybe a little worse. Like this, Noah could see Adam open their toy box, could see him holding up vibrators, whips, floggers, examining each item like he was choosing his weapon. When he saw Noah watching him,he pulled something from the box and crossed the room, tugging soft material over Noah’s head. A thick black eye mask. The fabric was gentle on his skin, but it left him totally blind.
“That’s better,” Adam said, tone smug.
Noah’s already hard cock throbbed. “Adam…”
Adam captured his lips in a dirty kiss, thrusting his tongue inside before the bed dipped and Adam disappeared once more. This was the hardest part. The waiting. Sometimes, he was sure Adam left and made himself a sandwich or something, leaving Noah to wait and wonder and worry if maybe this time he wouldn’t come back. Bound and blind, time seemed to drip like molasses.
Adam liked making him wait, making him nervous. He said Noah’s fear and nervous energy was intoxicating. And the way Adam tried to bury himself in Noah’s scent made him wonder if the predator in Adam could really smell his distress.
Noah gasped as something tickled along his thigh and over his balls before disappearing again. A feather? He was already hard and leaking. Even the slightest touch had his nerve endings shivering with pleasure. Fuck, he loved playing like this with Adam.
A startled breath escaped at the sudden sting of leather slapped over the taut peaks of his nipples, first one, then the other. The riding crop snapped against his skin at close range. Perspiration formed on his forehead. The feather, once more, brushed his skin, this time running along the underside of his shaft. Then it was gone.
And so it went. The soft touch of the feather floated over him, his nipples, his neck, his ribs, only to suddenly disappear, replaced by the sharp slap of the leather trailing fire anywhere it landed. Noah had no idea how long they played like this, but when the mattress finally dipped and the heavy weight of Adam pressed down on his chest, he shivered, hoping he was doneteasing him. He moaned as the head of Adam’s cock rubbed over his lips.
“Open,” Adam ordered.
Noah did as he was told, forcing himself to relax as Adam’s weight shifted and he slid his cock into Noah’s mouth, running it over his wet tongue.
“Suck.”
Noah nursed obediently, reveling in the taste of clean skin and the scent of soap, his own erection throbbing as Adam’s fingers twisted in his hair, feeding him his cock an inch at a time until each roll of his hips had the head grazing the back of his throat, cutting off his air supply until he was dizzy from it.
“Good boy. I love fucking your mouth almost as much as I love your ass.” Noah couldn’t answer; his mouth was full and his head was fuzzy. He was floating in that hazy, warm place he went when he and Adam played like this. That didn’t stop Adam’s stream of consciousness dirty talk. “You fucking love sucking my cock, don’t you, baby? My good boy.” He pulled his cock free, tapping it against Noah’s spit slick lips before slapping his face hard enough to make him moan.
“You know I do,” Noah said, not recognizing his own raw voice.
Adam shifted, and suddenly, his breath was fanning over Noah’s lips. “Yeah, I know. But I want the fucking words.” He tugged at Noah’s nipple, then soothed over it with his thumb. “Let me hear it, baby.”
Before Noah could say anything, Adam’s phone rang, causing his head to turn towards the table.
Adam gripped his chin, tugging him back, his lips pressed to his ear. “Don’t look over there. There’s nothing for you over there. Look at me. Say it. Tell me how much you fucking love it.”
“I love sucking your cock,” Noah whispered. “So much. But I love fucking it more. Please, Adam.”
Adam chuckled, then made a frustrated noise low in the back of his throat when his phone began to ring once more. Ignoring it, he tongued over Noah’s nipples, biting and sucking at them until Noah whimpered.
“I love it when you make that sound. Makes my dick so hard. Fuck, you smell so good.” The phone started ringing for a third time, and Adam sat up with a huff. “What in the actual fuck?”
“It could be an emergency,” Noah cautioned.
Adam shifted, and Noah imagined he was reaching for his phone. Then he growled, “Somebody better be fucking dead.” Noah’s heart plummeted, and his erection flagged as Adam’s voice sharpened. “What happened?”
Was somebody dead? Injured? Incarcerated?
Adam’s voice took on a certain hesitancy when he said, “What did she say about him?”
Say? This was about...gossip? Him who? Who triple tapped somebody’s phone over gossip? The Mulvaney boys weren’t really the types to worry about gossip unless it might get them thrown in a prison cell, which, to Noah’s knowledge, had never happened.
“Who is it?” Noah whispered.
