“Get a pillow.” I pointed to a spot on the floor, where there was the most room between the bed and his closet.
He dropped a pillow onto the floor, chest heaving with every breath.
“Take off your clothes,” I told him.
He stripped.
I slid my backpack off my arm, unzipping it and digging around until I found the extra-padded leather blindfold.
“Yes?” I held it out, and he nodded.
Approaching him was difficult because the need to touch him surpassed almost everything else. I slipped the blindfold over his head and situated it properly on his face. His lips parted, a quiet breath tumbling out on a moan. He didn’t lose his balance, but he did reach for me. He reached for reassurance.
“You know what?” I shook my head, even though he couldn’t see, then I tugged the blindfold down until it hung around his neck like a collar. “Change of plans.”
“Oh?”
I reached behind me and gathered my shirt into my hands, tearing it off and tossing it onto the pile of Hendrix’s discarded clothes. His nostrils flared when my chest came into view, and I made quick work of my shoes and pants, then socks and underwear after.
“Get on the bed. On your back,” I said, and he did.
I pulled a pair of cuffs and a coil of rope I’d stolen from Grayson’s toy box out of the backpack, and I climbed onto the bed after him. Hendrix’s cock leaked against his stomach when he offered me his hands. I smeared my finger through it, wiped it across his lips, then secured the leather around his wrists and tied him to the headboard. With a quick tug, the rope pulled taut. Hendrix threaded his fingers together like in prayer, arms raised half above him and forearms aligned with the slats of his headboard. I arranged the remaining pillow so his skull didn’t smash into the wood, which earned me a soft smile.
When I grabbed the lube from his nightstand, my hand trembled, but I slicked my cock anyway. I wasn’t making a mistake and I wasn’t doing something stupid. I was fucking the man I was in a relationship with. My…shit.
Was Hendrix my boyfriend?
That felt so…
So fucking insignificant.
“I want you so fucking much.” I closed the cap on the lube and dropped it on the bed. Grabbing Hendrix’s thighs, I spread them apart and dove down between his legs, burying my face into the spread of his ass cheeks. He cried out, shocked when my tongue speared into him. The desperate rasp of his voice only spurred me on, encouraging me to kiss him there harder and deeper. The metal on the cuffs clanked against the bed when I added one of my fingers, already wet with lube. Then another, spreading them open the way I’d pressed his legs apart minutes before.
Hendrix tasted like sweat and soap, obviously fresh out of a shower. His balls tucked themselves up against my forehead, and I rimmed his hole until I worried I was too close to coming in his sheets instead of his body. Tearing myself away with a gasp, Hendrix whined, hips bucking down the bed and chasing after my mouth and my fingers.
“I could eat you like that every fucking day,” I swore, taking my still slick cock into my hand. With my thumb and fingers looped around the base, I scooted close to him and pressed the tip of my cock against his spit-soaked hole.
He opened his mouth, lips inching together like he was ready to give that honorific from our Friday phone call a test drive, but my heart couldn’t bear it. Not like that, not in that moment. With my cuffs on his wrists and the taste of his musk on my tongue. Not like that, with not even an inch keeping my cock away from the heat of his body. Grayson was right. He’d been so fucking right, but there was no going back for me.
Not anymore.
I eased forward, the head of my cock splitting him open and making room for the rest of my erection.
I had forgotten.
Forgotten the friction.
The heat.
“Jesus,” I cursed under my breath, adding more lube as an excuse to catch my breath so I didn’t come with no more than the tip in. There were a thousand games I wanted to play with Hendrix, but “just the tip” wasn’t one of them.
Rather, it was.
Just not like this.
“You feel so fucking good.” My body spasmed and my hips snapped forward. His muscles gave way, sucking the thickest part of my cock into him like he was as hungry for the penetration as I was.
Hendrix spread his legs wider, eyes closing as I buried the rest of my dick inside of him. And it was good, it was so good, but…
