Ian hisses in a breath, closing his eyes and smiling. “Man, I love you.”
Dropping his gear bag to the floor, he stumbles over, discarding his clothes in the process. He’s still in his boxer briefs by the time he reaches the bed, and I stick my arm out and yank them off, exposing his erection so I can give him a few firm strokes.
“Hands off,” he instructs. “I didn’t say you could touch me.”
“Yes, sir,” I tease.
He flicks me on the forehead. “Shut up. I’m not fuckingsir.”
“Yeah, I got it backward. Sir’s fucking me.”
“Stop it and put your hands up.”
I pause. Since I'm mere seconds away from getting restrained, I want to get one last feel of his body, so I pull Ian down for a kiss. Tangling my tongue with his, I let my hands roam across his skin, feeling the dick-stiffening curve of his ass under my fingertips and the hard ridges of his torso pressed against me.
He moans softly before pulling back, hooded lids covering smoldering eyes. “That's enough of that,” he says, reluctance in his tone. “Do what I told you.”
I comply, sticking my four limbs out, one toward each corner of the mattress.
Ian lets out a whispered curse of disbelief. “Jesus, you’re perfect like this.”
He runs his hands along my chest and up my arms, feeling them up and making my cock harden even more. Those strong fingers are nowhere close to my groin, yet I’m so turned on I’m already leaking.
“Same word as before. Moose,” he continues, pulling the first nylon strips toward my wrist.
“Got it.”
One by one, Ian loops the restraints around my wrists, fastening them tightly. Arousal surges through my body, and as he moves away to secure my feet, I bend my arms to test the cuffs, and I’m still able to move a fair distance.
I don’t have full movement, but I know for a fact that I could be a lot less mobile.
“I left a little give up there so you’d be comfortable,” he says. He’s finished tying my ankles to the legs of the bed, and same as with the wrists, there’s room for me to shuffle around. “Is that okay?”
“Sure,” I start, “but it might be a little too much.”
“Oh, you want me to untie your legs?—”
“No. Tie them tighter. My arms, too.”
Ian’s mouth hangs open, maybe from surprise, or maybe from the fact that I cut him off mid-sentence. “Hold up.” He presses his lips together and smirks. “Tell meexactlywhat you want.”
My heart jolts with excitement, and I clear my throat. “Tie me up tighter. Make me completely fucking helpless.”
“Completely fucking helpless…” He trails off, still smiling.
“Yeah. I’ve wanted that for weeks. I just didn’t think to ask until now.”
I may or may not be stealing lines from the internet again.
“Holy shit, Cal, you’re so…”
“Freaky?” I supply. And suddenly, that word gets a whole new, better meaning.
“Oh yeah,” he says, chuckling. He winches the wrist cuffs tighter so they're right against the edges of the mattress, and then adjusts the ones around my feet to leave me, as promised, completely helpless.
I don’t think I’ve been hornier. Ever. Not even when I made myself hold back from jerking off. Because now, I want this with unfathomable intensity.
I twitch as Ian trails his fingers over my stomach, and he flattens his palms so they lie flat on my skin.
