Page 56 of Harvest Heat

Rhys struggled to let go of how he might ruin this by being scared of exposure. This wasn’t the time to talk about it, but he’d never been good at picking the right time to say anything.

He tried to work his way out of his shirt as he moved toward the bed, but he hadn’t unbuttoned the cuffs, and he couldn’t get the sleeves over his wrists. Caleb grabbed him from behind. “This could be fun, you all tied up in your shirt, bent over the bed, at my mercy.”

“I… I don’t…” Rhys’s mind was screaming no as his body screamed yes.

Caleb pulled Rhys against him with Rhys’s arms trapped between them. “Let me know if you’re not all right, and I’ll stop.”

Rhys nodded frantically as Caleb reached for his belt. He undid the buckle, then unzipped Rhys’s pants. “You do seem to like this,” he said as he began stroking Rhys’s hard cock. “Are you okay?”

Rhys managed to form the word “Yes.”

“Good boy.”

“Oh, shit, that’s…”

“Hot?”

Rhys nodded.

“Then relax and have fun. That’s what we’re here for.”

Rhys wasn’t sure he’d thought of sex as fun before. Pleasurable, yes. Necessary because it was something his body craved, but never fun. But everything was different with Caleb. He could make Rhys laugh in the middle of fucking him. With Caleb, Rhys could relax, at least more than anyone else had.

“Step out of your shoes,” Caleb said. Rhys toed them off, and then Caleb pushed his pants down. Rhys pulled feet out and kicked his pants away.

“Good. Now, lay over the bed.” Caleb pushed gently at the center of his back, and Rhys folded over until his torso touched the mattress.

Caleb pulled on his shirt to bring his wrists more firmly behind his back. Rhys didn’t want to admit how much he liked being bound by Caleb. When Caleb dragged a finger down Rhys’s crack down to tease his hole, Rhys sucked in a breath. He was already so hard it hurt.

“Do you like this?” Caleb asked. “Do you liked being restrained, knowing I can do anything I want with you?”

“Y-yes.”

“Good. Because I like having you like this.”

Caleb knelt behind him and used a tight grip to pull Rhys’s ass cheeks apart. Rhys jumped when Caleb swiped his tongue over Rhys’s hole. “Oh, fuck. Are you…”

“I am,” Caleb said. “I told you I wanted dessert first.”

Caleb licked him again, loving the way it made him shudder. He pressed his tongue against Rhys’s hole and pushed inside. Rhys writhed under him, and Caleb had to grip his hip to keep him still while he worked him open, licking, biting, and enjoying himself until Rhys was a whimpering puddle on his bed.

Caleb sat up, pulled his shirt over his head, and shoved his way out of his jeans.

Rhys whimpered, lifting his ass toward Caleb. “What are you doing? I need more. Please.”

“I know what you need.” He grabbed the supplies from his nightstand, rolled on a condom, and slicked himself up. “Do you want your arms loose while I fuck you?”

“No.” Rhys shook his head.

Caleb wasn’t waiting any longer. He thrust inside, and Rhys arched his back, trying to take more. He twisted side to side, struggling against his bound hands. Caleb took hold of his wrists and pressed them against his back. He didn’t want Rhys to hurt himself. He needed those wrists nice and strong to pull espresso and make the world’s best pour-overs.

Rhys struggled against his hold, and Caleb growled. “Keep your hands where they are, or I’ll stop.”

“No. Please don’t.”

“Then be a good boy.” Caleb took hold of Rhys’s hips. nearly lifting him off the mattress as he drove into him harder. In no time, Rhys was whimpering, panting, begging Caleb to keep going.

Rhys was holding his arms still, but Caleb could tell it was killing him. They needed a better restraint than his shirt. He’d remember to plan for that later.