“Nothing you won’t enjoy,” Jesse promised, stepping closer. His warm breath ghosted across my neck. “But that’s not what I asked you. Do you trust me, Cole?”
The way he said my name made my cock throb. I nodded slowly, unable to deny him anything anymore.
“Say it,” he insisted, trailing the fabric along my jawline.
“Yes,” I managed. “I trust you.”
His smile was triumphant as he slipped behind me, pressing his chest to my back. “Close your eyes.”
I obeyed, feeling the soft fabric slide over my eyelids. He tied it securely, plunging me into darkness. Without sight, everything else intensified—the sound of Jesse’s breathing, the scent of his cologne, the heat of his body against mine.
“How does that feel?” he whispered, his lips brushing my ear.
“Strange,” I admitted. “But not bad.”
His hands slid down my arms, then back up to my shoulders. “I want you to feel everything tonight, Cole. No distractions. Just sensation.”
I shivered as his fingers began working the buttons of my shirt. “Jesse?—”
“Shh,” he hushed, slipping the shirt from my shoulders. “Let me take care of you for once. You deserve this.”
His hands explored my chest, thumbs brushing over my nipples until they hardened. Then his mouth was on my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. I groaned, reaching back to grab his hips.
“No touching,” he commanded, catching my wrists. “Not yet.”
Before I could protest, he was guiding me backward until my legs hit the edge of the bed. With gentle pressure on my shoulders, he pushed me to sit.
“Lie back,” he instructed.
I hesitated only a moment before complying, sinking onto the mattress. The bedspread was cool against my bare back, a stark contrast to the heat building inside me.
“Raise your arms above your head,” Jesse said, his voice thick with desire.
My heart raced as I stretched my arms upward. I felt something soft wrap around my wrists, like a cotton rope, securing them to what must have been the bedposts.
“Is this okay?” he asked, his fingers brushing my bound wrists.
I tested the restraints. They were tight enough to hold me, but not painful. “Yes,” I breathed, surprised by how much I meant it.
“Good,” Jesse murmured. I felt the bed dip as he straddled me, his weight settling on my thighs. “Because I’ve been wanting to do this for a very long time.”
His hands worked at my belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease. I felt the zipper slide down, his knuckles brushing againstmy straining cock through my underwear. Every touch was amplified by the blindfold, making me gasp.
“You like that?” Jesse asked, his voice low.
“Yeah,” I admitted, tugging slightly at my restraints. Being tied up should have made me panic, but instead, I felt a strange freedom. Like I didn’t have to be in control for once. Like I didn’t have toperform.
He slid my jeans and underwear down my legs, leaving me completely exposed. The cool air raised goosebumps on my skin, but I couldn’t see his reaction to my nakedness. I could only imagine the hunger in his eyes.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, his hands skimming up my thighs. “So fucking perfect.”
I felt my face heat at the praise. No one had ever called me beautiful before. Especially not another man.
“Jesse,” I started, but whatever I was going to say died in my throat as his warm breath ghosted over my cock. My hips jerked involuntarily, seeking contact.
“Patience,” he teased, his fingers tracing maddening circles on my inner thighs, coming close to where I needed him but never quite touching. “We’ve got all night.”
I groaned in frustration, pulling harder at the restraints. “Don’t tease me.”
