Alex suddenly found himself turned and pressed chest-to-wall, his legs spread by an invasive knee, lowering his height to give his diminutive conqueror better access. “You’re still overdressed,” Paul hissed into Alex’s ear. “It’s time I took care of that.”
Sliding his hands up Alex’s chest to capture the lapels of the shredded shirt, Paul grasped the back in his teeth and pulled, ripping the luxurious material from Alex’s body. The tattered remains slipped free, pooling in a silken puddle at their feet. Alex shivered, aroused by the aggressive display. Barriers now removed, Paul used teeth, lips, and tongue to explore the tender spots on Alex’s neck, sucking and biting from ear to shoulder, paying special attention to areas that brought gasps of pleasure.
A firm grip guided Alex across the floor, Paul’s mouth still exploring the spots that caused Alex to shudder. His moans rose to a fever pitch.
Too caught up in the moment to care why, Alex allowed himself to be manhandled toward the bed. Once there, he turned to face the dominating man wearing Paul Sinclair’s body. Whoever this commanding stranger was, he might have the same thick, dark hair, light-brown eyes, and compact, well-built body, but he didn’t act like the man who normally fled Alex’s advances. Work-roughened hands shoved him, and Alex stumbled backward onto the soft fabric of the satin comforter.
Paul hovered above him, staring down like an investor assessing a purchase.This shouldn’t be happening. Alex knew he should be the one taking possession, calling the shots. Never before had he been on the receiving end of such a skillful seduction, if Paul’s actions could be called anything less than conquering. No, Alex always took control, and would again after conceiving a way to turn the tables without putting a stop to their odd agreement.
He observed, transfixed, as nimble fingers unfastened a belt, oh so slowly pulling the leather free, belt loop by belt loop, to drop it to the floor. Next, Paul grasped his tie and slipped it over his head, and then climbed onto the bed with the scrap of silk in hand to loom over Alex’s prone body. Catching both of Alex’s large hands in his smaller ones, Paul slipped them into the loop of the tie. Wrapping the free length of the supple material between them, he secured them tightly before tying off the ends to a spindle on the headboard.
Faintly trailing fingertips stroked his arms from wrist to shoulder, reminding Alex of his captivity. When Paul climbed from the bed, a moment of panic surged through Alex. Though tied loosely enough to easily free himself, abandonment didn’t bode well. “Hey!” he shouted as Paul backed across the floor. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
A lust-filled gaze was his only answer. His captor entered the adjoining bathroom, searching for something, judging by the sound. “Aha! Found it!” Paul exclaimed, reemerging a moment later.
With a knowing smirk etched upon his face, Paul stalked across the room like a big cat tracking easy prey. Alex’s cock, already hard and aching, jumped at the thought of being prey, amazed that a born aggressor could get excited assuming such a passive role. No use trying to deny his arousal, which was becoming more and more pronounced with each passing moment.
Two soft thuds drew his attention to the items Paul dropped beside him on the bed, their implications clear. “I don’t bottom—ever,” he said, feebly attempting an authoritative tone.
Paul stared into Alex’s eyes as he removed his glasses and placed them on the nightstand. With a smile of pure seduction, he eased his fully clothed body onto Alex’s nude form, an unreadable expression on his face. What the look promised, Alex didn’t know. He wholeheartedly believed it came with a guarantee, though: he wouldn’t easily forget this night.
Still smiling, Paul bent his head down, five o’clock shadow abrading Alex’s cheek. “My rules or nothing, remember?” Settling his weight more firmly, he locked his mouth to the sensitive flesh where neck met shoulder, biting hard enough to remind Alex who wielded the power.
Far from attempting to pull away, Alex arched up, wanting more. He bucked his hips, reveling in the friction of Paul’s dress slacks against his bare flesh, knowing he was acting like a slut and too far gone to care. When Paul released his shoulder, in a brief moment of clarity he reminded himself that this was his adversary, not his lover. His body refused to listen to reason.
Paul rocked back on his knees and roughly rolled Alex over, causing the wrist bindings to tighten. Fear raced up Alex’s spine.What have I gotten myself into?Paul carefully loosened the tie, though he didn’t release Alex’s hands.
“Is that better?” Soothing fingers stroked Alex’s wrists where the tight material had chafed, and Paul murmured into his ear, “Relax, I’m not going to hurt you.” He snickered. “I’m planning to do many things to you tonight. Hurting you isn’t one of them.”
Grunting affirmation, Alex willed his body to relax, reassured that Paul didn’t intend to abuse him—at least, not tonight. Come morning, all bets were likely off. He decided not to think about tomorrow.
The popping of a bottle lid penetrated the silence, and Alex braced himself for the expected invasion, shocked when, instead of his ass, oil-slickened fingers found his knotted back muscles, working them with practiced ease.
At his breathy sigh, Paul chuckled. “I told you to relax, didn’t I?”
Those talented hands worked outward from the center of Alex’s back, easing tension with a thorough massage. He heard the sound of the bottle opening again, and this time his thighs and lower legs were rubbed and kneaded before Paul’s surprisingly strong fingers found his glutes.
When his cheeks were gently parted, he tensed, though he knew from experience that doing so would only cause more pain. Far from the stabbing penetration he’d expected, a steady stream of cool air blew across his exposed pucker.
The soft tickle of facial stubble brushed against his ass as his thighs were forced wider apart. Once again, a hot tongue laved his balls before repeating the earlier swiping lick, this time moving from his balls to his hole. Alex hadn’t been entirely truthful when he’d said he never bottomed, but he hadn’t in a very long time. Casual fucks weren’t allowed the privilege. Another puff of air tantalized his damp opening.
Suddenly, Paul altered the pattern of lick/blow, raising his head to bite Alex’s cheek hard enough to shock, stopping shy of truly painful. The sensation shot straight through Alex’s body and into his cock.Oh, fuck, what was that?Who knew being bitten could be erotic? Even more shocking, he found himself writhing, wanting more.
What came next was like nothing he’d ever dreamed of. Instead of gentle, controlled exploration, lips, tongue, and teeth launched a full attack, licking, sucking, and biting in an unabashed frenzy up and down Alex’s back and buttocks.
Paul’s moans created erotic vibrations to stoke Alex’s already raging libido. Even without direct stimulation to his cock, Alex teetered on the edge of orgasm, every fiber of his being screaming for release. Far from fearing penetration, he now hovered on the verge of begging Paul to fuck him.
The mind-numbing sensations ceased abruptly, and he sobbed aloud in frustration, left hard and aching, denied completion.
Soft snickers accompanied the now familiar sound of the bottle top. Excited as he was, Alex no longer dreaded the fingers he knew were going to breach him. Thanks to Paul’s attentions, he longed for them, arching back in an effort to speed up the process. After what seemed a small eternity, a well-oiled finger slid effortless inside, quickly joined by another. While they hovered at his entrance, preparing him, they never penetrated far enough to offer satisfaction or relief.
Alex groaned in disapproval when those fingers slipped from his body. The soft rustle of fabric against fabric announced Paul removing his clothes. The condom Alex spotted on the bed earlier offered reassurance, as he hadn’t thought that far ahead himself—a stupid oversight he’d never made before. What was it about this man that aroused him to the point where he couldn’t think? Or was it that, deep down, he’d never seriously thought Paul would ever take him up on his carnal offer?
The warmth of Paul’s hand grazed Alex’s hip as Paul patted the comforter, searching, the tearing sound a moment later proving he’d found what he sought. Paul shoved a pillow under Alex’s hips, raising his ass and presenting it like a gift to the lover… no, themanwho’d soon take it.
As Paul lowered himself, Alex longed to see the naked body about to claim him. He tried, unsuccessfully, unable to turn his head far enough. A slight weight covered his back, followed by an insistent nudging. Paul stopped. He inhaled sharply and then released the breath before murmuring, “Alex, do you want this? I don’t care what we said before. I won’t do this if it’s not what you want.”
In answer, Alex reared back, a bit too hard, resulting in an excruciating burn that caused him to cry out and pull away. Thanks to his bonds, he had nowhere to go, and his erection, full and hard before, quickly deflated. He panted through the discomfort.
