Without warning, he crashed his mouth into mine, causing me to moan.
Our hands were all over each other. I found myself pushing his shorts and boxer briefs off his hips, freeing the erection I’d felt but had yet to see.
Thick, long, and hard with a slight curve to the right, his dick was beautiful. I wanted to look at it, but I wasn’t ready to end the kiss. Instead, I wrapped my fingers around his girth and squeezed gently. The low groan that escaped him made my lower body clench.
He pulled out of the kiss, and his heated gaze took me in. “You are so sexy.”
“So are you,” I replied, running my hand over the length of him.
“I’ve thought about this since I asked you for your number.” He took three steps backward before he turned and went to his chest of drawers. “In our first conversation, you said you had a lot going on. And all I wanted to do was lighten your load. Most of that was because I liked you immediately.” He reached into the top drawer before pulling out a blindfold and a box. He turned, approaching me with his dick leading the way. “But I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t also because of how sexy you are. How your ass moves to its own rhythm when you walk. How your nipples harden with the slightest touch. How your mouth opens wide when you laugh. How your lips spread when you smile. How your eyes burn into me when you’re listening. How just your scent does it for me.” He put the box on the nightstand. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you.” He put the blindfold on me, sliding it to my forehead so I could still see. “I’ve wanted to tie you up since the moment you said you had a lot going on.”
I gasped as he trailed his lips down my neck and chest.
“Because I might not be able to control how you feel about anything else in your life…” He attached his hot mouth around my left nipple and then my right, sucking as he yanked my G-string down. After I stepped out of it, he kissed his way up to my lips. “But I can control how you feel in here.”
I moaned into his mouth.
“Can I take care of you?” he asked me softly. “Can I show you how bad I want you?”
I bit my bottom lip. “Yes.”
“Get in the middle of the bed,” he commanded.
I did as I was told.
The California king–sized mattress was firm yet soft. It was exactly what I’d expect of an athlete his size. When I pulled back the comforter and felt the bamboo sheets, that was a pleasant surprise.
Who put you on to bamboo?I wondered as he went to his box and pulled out two sets of wristband cuffs.
After attaching something to the mattress, he put the cuffs around my wrists and tied me to the bed. My heart rate ticked up as he didthe same thing to my ankles. Swallowing hard, I found myself fully exposed and in the X position as Lamar stared at me.
He ran his hand over his dick as he appraised me and his work. “You look so fucking good,” he marveled.
I would’ve imagined I’d be self-conscious in such a vulnerable position. But I wasn’t at all. The longer he stared at me, the harder he stroked. The harder he stroked, the wetter I became.
When his eyes met mine, he whispered, “Even better than I imagined.”
He went to his closet, and when he came back, he had a metal rod in his hand.
My brows furrowed. “What’s that?”
“A spreader bar,” he answered, bringing it to my face so I could see it closely. “I’m going to unlock your ankles from the bed and connect them to this bar. It’s going to keep your legs open nice and wide for me. But you won’t be pinned to the bed with this.”
After he explained it, he attached the bar to the cuffs around my ankles. Once I was attached, he lifted the bar and my legs in one foul swoop as a demonstration. Licking his lips, he inspected his handiwork.
“Are you comfortable? These are all new, so let me know if it’s good. I don’t want it scratching your skin.”
“I’m good.”
Once satisfied, he climbed on the bed between my open legs and kissed just below my belly button.
My entire body felt it.
“This looks so good on you,” he said as he kissed right above my belly ring. “It fits you.” He kissed his way between my breasts, then up my chest and neck before hovering over my lips. “Are you ready?”
I wanted him to kiss me. When I lifted my head, our lips brushed. “Do I need a safe word?”
Looking into my eyes, he brought his nose to mine. “You’re always safe with me,” he assured me softly. “At any point you want me to stop, I’ll stop. You don’t have anything to worry about.”
