He looked down at it with a grin. “I’m not sure this is a very professional look.”
“Christ, we’d never getanythingdone at work if you arrived like that every day,” I muttered with a laugh.
Rowan crushed his mouth against mine once more and I melted into him. I was so turned on, it was a struggle to think clearly. I tugged my t-shirt off over my head, throwing it onto the back of the sofa. Rowan pressed a string of soft, wet kisses against my neck and my tenuous grip on my self-control snapped. I grabbed his hand and towed him into my bedroom, kicking the door closed behind us.
Rowan grabbed me and pushed me down onto the bed, quickly following himself, and dove his tongue into my mouth. I arched up to him eagerly. I felt him quickly tug his tie from his neck, but my lust-addled brain was too slow on the uptake. He broke our kiss and looped the material around one of my wrists.
“What’re you—”
Rowan pushed my arm up towards the headboard, wrapped the length of the tie around one of the metal bars and yanked it tightly until my wrist was bound in place. I laughed, allowing him to bring the other arm up to match and he quickly knotted the tie, trapping me to the headboard.
“Kinky,” I muttered, opening my mouth as Rowan moved in to continue kissing me.
“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about it. Using my tie had never occurred to me, but I fucking like it,” he replied, voice barely more than a whisper. “You want to see how much?”
“Fuck, yes,” I hissed. The metal headboard creaked as I pulled against it.
Rowan sat back on his haunches, quickly ridding himself of his shorts. He hadn’t been joking about enjoying seeing me trussed up, if the rock-hard bulge in his boxers was anything to go by.
I lifted my hips up. “A little help?”
With a sultry smile, Rowan nodded. “Gladly.”
He unbuttoned the fly of my jeans, and I felt my cock pulse even from that fleeting contact. I feared this was going to be over before it had begun but held my tongue and allowed Rowan to pull my jeans off me. Before I’d even truly comprehended what he was doing, Rowan sat up. With a knee either side of me, he slowly shuffled closer until that delicious bulge I had been admiring was almost in my face. Automatically, I tensed my arms, trying to reach out and drag him closer, but I was met with resistance.
“That’s fucking frustrating,” I groaned under my breath.
“That’s kind of the point, isn’t it?” Rowan smirked.
I was down, but I wasn’t out. Taking him by surprise, I sat forward as much as I was able and just about managed to grab the elasticated edge of Rowan’s boxers between my teeth. He flinched as my chin came into contact with his cock and a low moan escaped him.
“Fuck, Max.”
I pulled back, stretching the material away, and looked up at him. With a wolfish grin, I released the elastic, barely holding back a laugh when they snapped back into place and Rowan flinched again.
“I’d take them off myself, but I’m a bit tied up,” I said. “So, if you want me to do anything about that—” I nodded my head to his hard-on. “You’re going to have to help me out.”
After weeks of teasing one another, it appeared Rowan was going to be the first to crack. He tugged his waistband down, freeing his hard cock and I opened my mouth allowing him to guide himself inside. I hungrily sucked him, a moan vibrating in my throat and causing Rowan’s breath to hitch.
He leant forward, resting his hands on the top of the headboard and looking down at me. Even if I had hated giving head, it would have been more than worth suffering it just to see the way Rowan’s brow furrowed and how pink his cheeks turned. I wasn’t sure I would ever grow tired of seeing him lose himself to the pleasure I was providing him. I held his eye contact for a long moment, until they flickered closed on a particularly deep downstroke and a breathy moan escaped him.
I desperately wanted to touch him, to run my hands up his abs, over his hips, to grab his ass… The headboard creaked again as I fought against it. Instead, I focussed all my energy on sucking and gently teasing Rowan with my tongue. Just as I was beginning to get into it, he pulled his cock away from me in a rush.
The time for talking was clearly over. Silently, save for his ragged breaths, Rowan kissed his way down my chest, over my stomach and down to my navel. I shuddered and moaned; my voice hoarse. He tugged my boxers down my legs and off over my feet before quickly descending and taking my cock into his mouth, just as I had done for him.
It felt as if every muscle in my body tensed, and an embarrassingly desperate noise burst free from my chest before I could hold it back. Another creak from the headboard as I tried to reach forward and run my hands through Rowan’s hair.
When I tried to lift my hips and thrust up into his mouth, Rowan leant over me and pressed me back into the mattress with his weight against my hip. Pinned down and tied up, I was vulnerable and at his mercy – a fact Rowan clearly intended to capitalise on as he pulled away and teased me with his tongue. My thighs quivered and I let my head flop back against the pillows.
“Ahh, you fucking tease,” I gasped.
“You didn’t really think it would be that easy, did you?” Rowan chuckled.
“I’ve waited weeks for this!” I argued, another shudder ripping through me as he ran his tongue up my length.
“Then we’d better make it worth it, hm?”
A string of curse words left me, but I surrendered, allowing Rowan to continue to tease me until I couldn’t stand it any longer. After what felt like forever, I watched Rowan lazily trailing his tongue around the head of my cock and I moaned, my body jerking in response.
