Page 123 of Offside Angle

Slowly, I slide my rings off one by one and place them on the counter, the metal clinking softly. I take one last look at him in the mirror before turning and walking back into the bedroom.

I don’t go to him right away.

I move toward the closet instead, opening it and taking my time looking inside. Behind me, I can hear Matteo’s breathing getting heavier. He’s squirming more now, thighs pressing together, trying to get some friction.

“Close your eyes,” I say without turning around.

He obeys immediately — almost too fast.

I smirk and pull out one of my ties from the closet. The fabric is smooth and dark between my fingers as I walk over to the bed. I let the tie dangle from one hand while I reach out with the other, trailing my fingers slowly down the center of his stomach, following the line of dark hair until I reach the base of his cock. I don’t touch him there. Instead, I drag my fingertips back up, over his stomach, up his chest, and along his throat.

Matteo flinches at the unexpected touch, a sharp breath catching in his throat.

Then he moans, low and needy. “Santi…”

I lean down over him, one hand braced on the bed beside his head. “If I tie you,” I murmur against his ear, “you understand that means you’re in charge, yes?”

Matteo’s brow furrows. “That sounds fake.”

“It isn’t,” I say gently. “I do nothing you don’t want. You say stop, I stop. You say slow, I slow.” I let my lips brush the shell of his ear. “You say my name like that again, and I lose my mind.”

I pull back just enough to look at him. “Pick a word, cariño. Something you won’t say by accident.”

Matteo swallows. “Vancouver.”

I blink. “You want your stop word to be Vancouver?”

“I hate it here,” he mutters.

A quiet laugh escapes me despite myself. “Alright. Deal.”

“Deal,” he echoes. Then, after a beat, his voice drops lower. “I want you to do what you said.”

“Which part, cariño?” I ask, even though I already know.

Matteo’s throat works as he swallows again. “Fuck my brains out.”

My body reacts before my brain can catch up — heat flooding low and fast. My heart follows right after, tightening in my chest at how honest he’s being. I force my mouth to behave.

For now.

I run my fingers slowly from his neck up to his wrists, then wrap the tie around them. I bind them together first, then loop the tie through the slot in the headboard, making sure it’s secure but not too tight. The fabric won’t bite into his skin, but it will keep him there.

“Keep your eyes closed for me,” I say.

I lean down and press a kiss to his temple.

I start slow, letting my hands explore him first — dragging my palms down his chest, over his stomach, and along his hips. I lean down and press an open-mouthed kiss to his collarbone, then lower, sucking lightly at the skin just above his nipple before biting down gently. Matteo’s breath catches.

I keep going, trailing kisses down the center of his chest while my hands slide along his sides. Every so often I pause to bite or suck at sensitive spots — the curve of his ribs, the dip of his hipbone, the inside of his thigh. He’s already trembling.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” I murmur in Spanish as I kiss along the inside of his thigh. “Laid out for me. Letting me have you.”

Matteo lets out a shaky moan, his back arching slightly off the bed even though I haven’t touched his cock yet.

I smile against his skin as I move back up, licking a slow stripe over his nipple before sucking it into my mouth. At the same time, I wrap my hand loosely around his cock and give him one slow stroke. His hips jerk up into my hand immediately.

“Fuck— Santi—”