Darren huffs out a little laugh and gives me a sincere and bright smile. “We’re doing thisbecauseI love you, Harry. I don’t want to change anything.”
I rattle my restraints. “I wish I could hold you or something right now.”
It’s ridiculous, really. I’m bound and spread apart and I just admitted to my best-friend-turned-fuck-buddy that I’m in love with him. The absurdity of the situation makes me laugh, and Darren just smiles at me and stands up. He trails his hand down my spine and presses against the backs of my thighs with his legs.
“You can,” he says and rubs his cock against my hole. “Tell me again, first.”
“I love you,” I mumble, and he slides into me. His cock is slick and my ass is ready for him.
He groans and buries himself deep in me. I wish I could see him, touch him, but his hands don’t leave my skin and he fucks me nice and easy until my cock has leaked a waterfall of precum down the back of the bench.
The door opens, but I’m facing the back wall of the room so I can’t see who is there, or how many men there are. My pulse accelerates and my body goes tense. Darren pats my side a few times.
“Harry,” he rasps. “You’re gonna squeeze my dick off. Relax.”
I try to look over my shoulder to see who’s arrived, but I can’t.
“Relax,” he says again, flexing his cock.
I make a pitiful little whimper and force myself to calm down.
“Darren,” I whisper.
He pushes deeper into me and folds himself over my back, his breath hot against my ear.
“Yes, baby?”
“I don’t think I want to see this after all.”
His lips curl against the shell of my ear. He pulls away from me, his cock coming free of the tight hold my channel had on him. He pads over to the bed, fully dressed except for his exposed cock, and he picks up my shirt.
“This will have to do.” He ties it around my face, and everything goes black.
