Chapter Twenty-Seven
Ezra
Did motel rooms always feel like crime scenes? Because the flimsy curtains and dim lights made me feel like I was about to do something illegal.
Brick kicked off his boots, then gestured to the bed before he stepped into the bathroom. When I heard the faucet turn on, Irving turned to me, whispering under his breath. “I’ve never been tied up before!”
“Me, either,” I whispered back. “But I’m excited to try it.”
Irving blinked, then grinned to himself. “I’m excited, too.” He thought about it for a second, grabbing my hand. “And a little scared.”
“He dreams about having a dog someday. He can’t be that mean, if he wants a dog,” I pointed out.
Still, I remembered what he said about being a professional fighter. I had no idea what it took out of a guy to go and pound on someone else for money, but it couldn’t be the easiest thing in the world to leave behind. Regardless, I was just glad to have Irving there with me. As long as Irving was around, I knew we’d be able to handle whatever surprises Brick threw our way.
And I was pretty sure he had a few more surprises in him yet.
“I’m just glad you’re here, too,” Irving said. “I never could have done something like this without you.”
“Me too,” I agreed.
Brick stepped out of the bathroom, running a hand through his hair. He assessed us for a second, taking a long look up and down our bodies, then gestured to the bed again. “You two want to get comfortable?”
I grabbed Irving’s hand, pulling him to the bed with me. From the way his eyes narrowed and his lips pressed together, I could tell he was going into his silent mode, which meant it would be up to me to keep things moving along.
Brick headed over to the cardboard boxes in the corner of his room, rummaging around and then pulling out an orange nylon rope, the kind of thing you would use at a construction site. It wasn’t more than a couple of feet long, but dangling from his hand, it sent a shudder down my spine. “You been tied up before?” he asked.
Irving and I looked at each other. Irving shook his head.
“Nope,” I said. “You’ll have to teach us.”
Brick grabbed the desk chair, spinning it around and sitting with his legs straddling the front, just like last time. He held the rope out in front of us, making sure we took a good look.
“This is how it’s going to go. I’m going to tell you what to do, and you’re going to do it. If you don’t want to do something, just say no, and I’ll stop. I don’t like to mess around with safe words or any of that kind of acting. You just tell me if you don’t like where I’m going and make sure only to do what you want to do. Got it? Can you handle that?”
Pressed up against my side, I could feel the quiver of Irving’s body. “Yes,” he said softly. “I can handle that.”
I draped my leg over his knee, making my eyes big and watery as I stared up to Brick. “We can handle it,” I teased. “Can you?”
Irving jerked, his hand finding mine and squeezing it hard. I could tell he was nervous, anxious about where my teasing would get us. Irving was obedient, and left on his own, I knew he would follow every rule Brick gave him flawlessly. But I never would be that kind of submissive. I always needed to push things forward a little more, testing the edges and shooting my mouth off.
Luckily, there was no doubt that Brick liked my bratty behavior. He ran his tongue along the edges of his lips, grinning like a wolf. Tossing the rope over his shoulder, he jabbed a finger at Irving. “You,” he barked. “Undress your mouthy friend for me. And take your time doing it.”
My cock lurched up to attention when he called memouthy. It was like I had craved the scolding when I teased him, and now the humiliation of having Irving undress me was my reward.
“Happily,” Irving whispered.
I fell back on my elbows. It wasn’t surprising that Irving responded so well to getting the command from Brick. It gave him an opportunity to obey, and from the bulge in his shorts, I understood that was exactly the kind of thing he wanted to do.
Irving danced his fingers along the waistband of my shorts, teasing up the edges of my shirt as he went. He leaned forward, placing his tongue against my happy trail and giggling to himself. I squirmed beneath his touch, little trembles of pleasure warming me even as I craved the rough feel of the ropes against my skin. And just like Brick had ordered, Irving took his time with me, pulling the shirt slowly over my head and leaving my bare chest exposed while he toyed with the zipper of my shorts. I watched a transformation come over his face, his furrowed brow relaxing as he approached my clothing almost like a scientific equation, lingering over every detail. By the time he finally pulled my pants and socks off, my cock was twitching a stiff tent in my tighty whities, and my skin was flushed with heat.
Brick stood up, glaring down from his position beside the bed. I licked my lips and leaned forward, grabbing at Irving’s shirt to undress him, too.
“Stop,” Brick ordered, his voice sharp.
I looked up to him. “Stop?”
“Irving stays dressed until I decide he’s ready to get stripped.”
