To be fair, Cooper didn’t look like he was hating the position he was in. Not at all.
Nico ran his hand up the inside of Cooper’s leg, brushing gently over his inner thigh. Cooper’s leg jerked, the metal cuff around his ankle clanking against the wooden footboard. Nico had all the power in the world, and reveled in the way Cooper attempted to squirm as he edged closer to his balls.
Then, Nico stopped. Let go of the other man and pulled a black lace bandanna from the nightstand drawer. He climbed onto the bed and straddled Cooper, his knees sinking into the pillowy mattress and the hem of his boxers riding up his muscular thighs to reveal Nico’s newest tattoo—the number 13 etched into his skin in black and blue. He found the perfect spot to sit, bucking his ass over Cooper’s groin as he leaned forward with the bandana in hand.
Cooper swallowed nervously. “What are you doing?”
“Whatever I want to do.” He lifted Cooper’s head enough to slip the bandana underneath and tied it. “I won, so whatever I say goes.”
“That wasn’t part of the deal.”
“It was in the small print.”
Nico figured Cooper could somewhat see through the lace fabric, but his vision would be obscured and that was good enough for him. It wasn’t about blinding the man. It was about making him work for it, to fight to get a glimpse of what Nico was about to do to him.
He made his way down Cooper’s bare torso and painted his tongue in a circle around Cooper’s nipple, leaving a thin layer of dampness that he blew hot air over.Cooper exhaled as his nipple hardened, and then let out a soft moan when Nico tongued his way around him again.
Nico sprang up from the bed, landing on his feet. He ruffled through Cooper’s duffel bag, grabbed Cooper’s Cobra’s jersey, and slithered into it. It fit perfectly—loose, baggy, and long. He pushed his boxers down his thighs and stepped out of them before making his way to the end of the bed.
With one finger first and then another, Nico inched up the bottom of Cooper’s foot. Cooper’s leg spasmed, but try as he might, he couldn’t escape. A crooked grin hitched over Nico’s lips as he marched forward, brushing gently over Cooper’s calf.
He learned something new that day. The big, bad strong Cooper Callahan was ticklish. Nico craved to know what other parts of his body would emit the same response. He climbed onto the bed and hunkered forward between Cooper’s legs, edging his head over the ruffled sheets until he came face-to-balls.
Smooth, groomed balls.
He took them in his hands and weighed them, rolled them, and squeezed them. He stabbed his tongue at the base of Cooper’s balls, and brushed unevenly up the length of them. The handcuffs clanked against the headboard columns as Cooper’s back arched upward, positioning himself so Nico would have easier access.
Nico thumbed over the taint, applying enough pressure to force Cooper’s legs into a mesmerized spasm. Nico himself had been tied up before. He understood the sensitivity that came with it. Every touch ricochetted through the body, the feeling of which was felt more intenselybecause of the lack of control. The lack of the ability for the body to contort the way it needed to. The lack of being able to grab the head of the person to guide them where you desperately craved them to go. Nico knew what it felt like. Mostly. He had never been tied up by a man. Never been tied up by someone who would do the acts he was doing to Cooper.
Nico spit into his hand and stroked Cooper’s cock, bringing it fully to life. Thick, long veins throbbed beneath Nico’s touch. He was careful with it. Careful to not go too fast. Careful to drag this out for as long as he could with long, measured strokes starting from the base and rolling his palm over the sensitive head.
Nico lifted his gaze to watch the way each movement stole another breath from Cooper. Watched the way the other man’s stomach pulled taut every time his fingers brushed over the seeping slit. And he made sure to find Cooper’s eyes behind the black lace as he took the head of his cock into his mouth. Licked it like a lollipop, tongue swirling over the candy.
He relented with his mouth, and began stroking Cooper again.
“Fuck,” Cooper cried out, blue eyes rolling behind the fabric. His fingers rolled into his palms, trying to regain any semblance of control.
But he didn’t have it.
Nico did.
And when Nico reached for his own erection poking into the sheets, he smeared his own palm in his precum. He wetted Cooper’s cock with the naturally clear lubricant and stroked a little faster.
Cooper exhaled sharply and jutted his head backwards, exposing the angular base of his chin. Cooper fought hard to still his breath but it was a losing battle as he choked on moans Nico knew embarrassed him. Cooper’s cheeks flushed a color red that matched the marks the handcuffs left on his wrists.
That’s when Nico knew he couldn’t slow down. He wanted—needed—to see Cooper like this. He swallowed Cooper to the hilt, the salty sweetness of his precum painting the back of his throat. Like a lollipop that throbbed in his mouth and every time he circled his tongue over the head, Cooper chewed out another groan.
Plop.
Nico reached for a bottle of lube and poured a generous amount onto Cooper’s cock. Swirled his hand around the shaft and twisted upwards. Slow. Steady. Edging Cooper towards release that he’d be waiting a while for.
Nico rolled onto his side, admiring the view of Cooper. Admired the way Cooper’s chest rose and fell with each inhale. Admired the way his thighs twitched outwards with every stroke. Cooper stood adamant that he hated losing control but it looked like he reveled in every fucking second of it.
With his fingers slick with lube, Nico brushed over Cooper’s taint and found Cooper’s hole. Cooper’s mouth drew open, gasping, as Nico rimmed a finger around the entrance. Taunting. Teasing. And then easing a finger in. Cooper’s insides contorted around Nico’s finger as he inched his way in until his knuckles met flesh.
Cooper raised his head. “Oh, so you think you’refucking me again?”
“I could.” Nico stroked Cooper’s cock with his free hand. “I could stroke you to the brink and then stop. Make you wait.” Nico freed Cooper from his grip and rolled atop him. He reached backwards to take hold of Cooper’s swollen cock. Stroked it. Nico hunched over Cooper and slapped his ass with the other man’s cock. He lowered his head beside Cooper’s and whispered into his ear. “I could do that for hours.”
