by Cameron Dane
Coarse, rough skin abraded Devlin’s lips where Gradyn held his mouth closed. Devlin dipped out his tongue, licked at that palm keeping him quiet, and looked up with what he hoped was a plea in his eyes.
With a jolt and a “Damn, I’m sorry,” Gradyn whipped his hand away.
Devlin rubbed the tips of his fingers over his mouth and could still feel the tingles and swelling from their kisses. “When I said I was good, I just meant that I’m not scared about what’s going to happen, not that I know the right things to do.”
Gradyn leaned down and pressed a kiss high on Devlin’s cheek. “I’m not knocking your inexperience, honey.” He grazed his knuckles up Devlin’s jaw, over his cheek, and into his hair. “I promise.”
This fierce looking, almost-stranger petted Devlin with such tenderness Devlin feared he might cry. “It’s hard to control myself with you,” Devlin said. As had happened all evening, Devlin looked into Gradyn’s eyes, luxuriated in the feel of their bodies touching one another, and this bizarre sense of belonging had him spilling things he’d never dared admit to other potential lovers. “I just want you so much, and every time you touch me, I swear I can feel it all the way down in my goddamned toes, and I can’t help pushing against you or grabbing for more. Something inside me says that if I don’t I’ll explode.”
Gradyn sat quiet for a moment, drumming his fingers against Devlin’s chest in an easy way that put Devlin in mind of longtime partners rather than weekend lovers. Then Gradyn’s hands suddenly curled into fists and he straightened fully upright.
“Don’t freak out on me,” Gradyn prefaced, “but what if I restrained you? Just your arms,” he added quickly, before the first wave of shock rolled through Devlin. “And only for this first part.”
Gradyn reached back and ran just the tip of his finger along Devlin’s cock. Devlin reacted as if someone had put a fully juiced defibrillator to his flesh.
“See that?” Gradyn said. “I love how you respond to me, but I need to bring you down a few notches so that you can relax and enjoy it when I touch you. Right now, you’re strung so tight with anticipation that I know the feel of my hands is going to hurt you just as much as it makes you feel good.”
Only the memory of Gradyn’s raw display of need earlier this evening kept Devlin from pulling a pillow over his face to hide. “Yeah. It’s kind of like that.”
A small, endearing smile turned the edges of Gradyn’s mouth. “Don’t get red and shy on me, beautiful.” He pressed kisses to each of Devlin’s heated cheeks, which apparently the bad lighting in the room had not concealed. “Everything is okay.”
Devlin blinked and looked away, befuddled that it had taken a full minute for it to cross his mind that at the first mention of restraints any sane person would have shoved this big man off him and gotten the hell out of this room as fast as his legs could carry him. This guy wants to tie you up! Twenty-three years of gathering knowledge and life skills screamed that very thing in Devlin’s head. He then pictured his wrists strapped to a bed in a strange motel room, his body at the mercy of this man--a virtual stranger--and no alarm bells sounded in his head.
I don’t understand it.
Devlin shifted and looked into green eyes that shouldn’t be able to speak to him so completely without words so quickly, yet somehow did.
“If I didn’t like it and told you to let me go, you would?” Devlin asked.
“In a heartbeat.” Gradyn’s stare and tone did not waver as he made that vow. “I’d sooner cut off my arm than frighten you. Even for a second. It will only work if you believe you can trust me. If you’re tense and scared that I’m going to take advantage of you the whole time, or not let you go afterward, then binding your wrists will only make everything worse.”
One little bead of cold tickled down Devlin’s spine. “Have you ever bound someone before?”
“No.” Gradyn frowned. “But I swear I know enough not to cause you pain or discomfort.”
The shot of ice melted, and Devlin let out his held breath. “I wasn’t worried about you hurting me. I don’t know what made me ask that.” As soon those words left his mouth, Devlin wanted to snatch them back. “No, that’s not true; I know why.” He swallowed through a thickness clogging his throat and forced himself not to look away. “I don’t have any right, but I didn’t want you to have done this with anyone but me. I didn’t want you to have even asked someone else.”
The soft, sweet smile Devlin was already coming to know appeared on Gradyn’s face again. “I haven’t.”
“Okay then.” Even as his face burned with a second wave of heat, Devlin couldn’t ignore the crackling of electricity over his skin or his granite-hard erection that hadn’t dwindled one bit during this entire exchange. “Let’s do it. Tie me up.”
Gradyn dipped down until his mouth hovered so close to Devlin’s they shared the same breath. “I get the feeling you’re going to like this, beautiful.” He stole a fast, hard kiss and then winked. “Be right back.”
As Devlin watched Gradyn crawl out of bed, his mind flashed half a dozen steps ahead to them fucking, and he lunged for Gradyn’s arm. “Wait!” He held Gradyn to the foot of the bed, and looked up into his eyes. “I don’t want to be tied up when you take me. I want... I need... When you’re inside me...” Fuck, Morgan, stop trying to make this some epic event. Blown out of proportion or not, Devlin couldn’t stop his runaway mouth. “That part has to feel like we’re doing it together.”
Gradyn took Devlin’s hand and squeezed it in a way that felt reassuring. “I want that too. I’ll release you as soon as you blow through that first wave of steam. Or at any point when you ask me to. It’s completely in your control.”
“All right.” Devlin watched Gradyn turn in a circle, clearly studying the room, and he tried to control the dizzying racing in his heart. “What are you going to use?”
“We’ll have to see.” Gradyn walked to the curtains, ran two fingers down the pull cords, but silently shook his head and moved to his discarded clothes. “Like I said, I haven’t exactly done this before.” He retrieved his flannel shirt and stretched out one of the arms.
Guilt twisted a bundle of nerves in Devlin’s belly. “I’m sorry for turning this into such an ordeal.”
Letting his shirt fall to the floor, Gradyn strode back to the bed, leaned over, and used his hand as leverage beside Devlin’s head. He trapped Devlin with one look, and Devlin felt covered with Gradyn’s heat from top to bottom. “Beautiful, this is no trouble.” Gradyn stroked his thick, heavily-ridged cock and showed Devlin that he still sported a full erection. “It’s entirely my pleasure.” While keeping his gaze locked on Devlin’s, Gradyn dropped down and teased his tongue around Devlin’s nipple. “I promise.”
Devlin moaned, and his nipple twisted. Gradyn delivered a second soft flick, and the barely-there contact reached all the way down with a phantom touch and pulled on Devlin’s cock, making it rear toward his stomach
Please don’t come yet. Please don’t come yet. Please don’t lose control.
The second Gradyn started to suck on the beaded knot of Devlin’s nipple, Devlin blurted, “I have some ties.” The information slipped out of him in a frantic, desperate bent that matched the screaming tangles of nerve endings running amuck in his body. “They’re draped around my suit in the closet.”
Gradyn planted a chaste kiss to the center of Devlin’s chest and then walked across the room to the closet. His glorious naked back, ass, and thighs were on full display as he opened the accordion door. The sight of his muscles, that bunched and released with every small or big movement he made, had Devlin stuffing down another groan. The comfort Gradyn exhibited in his own skin fed Devlin’s desire to know more about this man and pulled him to find a connection to him that went deeper than a night of fucking.
Don’t fall in love, Morgan. It’s just sex.
The sound of a zipper sighed across the shadowed room. With half of his body now in the small closet, Gradyn murmured, “Nice sui
t.”
Devlin didn’t look away from Gradyn as he shifted himself to the head of the bed. “I didn’t know what I’d be doing this weekend, so I went ahead and packed it. It’s the only one I have.”
Gradyn emerged from the closet victorious. With ties in hand, one a two-tone turquoise and the other a deep magenta, Gradyn came back to the bed. He straddled Devlin again, and looked down with a glint in his eyes. “I like that suit a whole hell of a lot.” That special light stayed in his eyes, and he never looked away from Devlin as he created a slipknot at the narrow end of the magenta tie. “I think I’m going to have to take you somewhere nice tomorrow night so I can see you in it.” He laid the second tie against Devlin’s bare chest, as if he wore it with a suit. As Gradyn looked, a rough noise escaped him, and a drop of pre-cum pearled across his slit. “Oh yeah. We’re going somewhere. And then I’ll bring you right back here and strip you out of it again.” He grabbed the knotted tie and rose up on his knees.
Oh shit. Devlin’s heart pounded with the knowledge that this thing with Gradyn would last more than one night, and his blood raced as the man’s cock poked out in front of his face. Right at my mouth. Devlin inhaled the intoxicating musky essence that was Gradyn, along with a hint of Irish Spring soap, and it seeped into his pores. The sight of Gradyn’s dick sticking out, the head coated with the sheen of his excitement, lured Devlin to lift up and take a taste.
His tongue touched Gradyn’s cock, licked into his slit, and Gradyn hissed and jerked away. “Don’t do that.” He crushed the knotted tie in his hand. “I need this to be all about you or I’ll lose my shit in two seconds.”
Devlin shuddered without control. “Please hurry.”
“Jesus, man, you’re killing me.” Moving much faster, Gradyn worked Devlin’s hand into the looped opening of the knot he’d created. He pulled, and Devlin sucked in a deep breath as the material tightened around his wrist.
This is it. Gradyn secured the other end of the first tie to the rounded post of the headboard, and Devlin’s throat went too dry to speak. Tendrils of chill whipped around his limbs with talons of icy cold, and he felt the blood rush away from his dick and leave him limp. No! Not now.
As if he sensed every bit of confusion roiling around inside Devlin, Gradyn pressed kisses to the tips of each of Devlin’s fingers. He then pushed Devlin’s other hand through the second tie, did the same, and the pinpricks dotting Devlin’s arms and legs settled and disappeared. Gradyn tightened the noose around Devlin’s second wrist and stretched his arm to the other side of the headboard, where he quickly secured the other end of the tie to the post.
Gradyn tested his knots, neither of which gave, and he finally slid back down to settle in between Devlin’s legs. His lips came to rest against Devlin’s cheek, and he whispered, “Now just close your eyes and breathe.”
Easier said than done.
Unable to help it, Devlin tugged against the restraints, and succeeded only in making the bed frame creak. The silk had no give. Devlin pulled against the bindings again, stretching his arms, and in the process made the ties more secure than ever.
I really can’t get free.
Right on that realization, blood rushed back to Devlin’s cock, and his stiffening shaft pushed against Gradyn’s stomach.
Oh hell.
Gradyn kissed his way down Devlin’s cheek to his mouth. A chuckle escaped him as he reached down and wrapped his hand around Devlin’s rapidly returning wood. “I had a feeling you’d like a little bondage.” He rubbed the full length of his body all along Devlin’s, and Devlin moaned and pushed his hips into the contact.
Hovering at Devlin’s mouth, with eyes still burning bright, Gradyn breathed in deeply. “Let’s see what else you like, shall we?” He captured Devlin’s mouth in a crushing kiss. Devlin groaned under the force of the taking, and he felt Gradyn’s kiss tear through to every corner of his being.
Aching all over, not calmed even a sliver, Devlin fought against the restraints tying his arms immobile. The silk wouldn’t budge, but rather than anger or terrify him, the binding fueled Devlin’s blood and drove his needs to an unruly place. Without the freedom to move his arms and use his hands, Devlin wrapped his legs around Gradyn’s waist and ground his straining cock into a solid wall of muscle. He thrust his tongue deep into Gradyn’s mouth, stealing the connection he needed in another way.
In response, Gradyn dug his fingers into Devlin’s hair and jerked his head back, forcing an angle that allowed him complete access and a full ownership of Devlin’s mouth. He tasted, took, and kissed so deeply Devlin feared he wouldn’t be able to breathe ... and that he wouldn’t care. He only wanted more, everything, and he didn’t care what kind of damage happened to either one of them to get him there.
Devlin uttered a plea for help into Gradyn’s mouth, and he bit and licked not only at the man’s lips and tongue, but also up the side of his face. Devlin laved a trail of saliva, nipped all the way up the swirls and lines of Gradyn’s tattoo, and scraped his teeth across the skin, leaving angry red lines in between the blue ink.
“Oh fuck...” Gradyn’s mouth fell open, and the shadows turned his features to all hard angles and slashing lines. “You’re killing me. Ohhh, shit.” He shoved Devlin’s legs from around his waist and pushed a hand between their bodies. “Sorry, sorry. Need it. One time fast.” Gradyn squished their cocks together, making them both jump, and immediately started thrusting his length back and forth, sliding them both within his hand and creating the most delicious friction imaginable.
“Oh damn it, fucking damn it,” Devlin said with a moan. His cock nearly on fire, Devlin tried to throw his hand into the mix, only to snap his wrist against the restraints. He planted his feet into the bedding and thrust his hips up into the hold instead, crying out when his balls slapped against Gradyn’s and swelled painfully with seed and need.
The men quickly found a fast, rough rhythm of cock against cock, and Gradyn soon withdrew his hand from between their stomachs. Without relenting in the grind of his body down on Devlin’s, Gradyn ran his hands up the sides of Devlin’s torso and over his straining arm muscles to his tightly closed fists. Gradyn forced Devlin’s clenched hands open, threaded their fingers together, and locked his gaze on Devlin as he scraped their mouths together. “Don’t hold back.” He gritted his teeth with each full press of their rigid pricks. “Let me feel you come.”
Devlin squeezed Gradyn’s fingers with all his might and matched the animalistic writhing and grinding Gradyn drove down on him. The rudimentary foreplay abraded the sensitized flesh of Devlin’s cock and balls in the ruthless, crushing slide of skin on skin, but Devlin didn’t care. Nothing mattered anymore except this man and free-falling over the cliff together.
He locked in on Gradyn’s fiery green gaze and didn’t blink. “Let me feel you too.”
Gradyn fused his forehead to Devlin’s and spat out through clamped teeth, “Now.”
On command, Devlin’s nuts tucked up crazy-tight against his body, and the spiral of oncoming release zipped into his belly and sped up his spine. Devlin bucked his hips, once, twice. On the third wave, he choked out a hoarse shout and shot a load of seed.
As soon as the first jet of Devlin’s cum smeared wet heat between their stomachs, Gradyn braced his weight on the link of their hands and reared his upper body in a backward arch. His features twisted and his eyes fell closed. Devlin had never seen anything fiercer or more beautiful than Gradyn’s face when orgasm hit him in glorious waves. Thick, warm ejaculate sprayed down on Devlin’s stomach; Devlin reveled in the heavenly marking of his flesh and in the intensity marring Gradyn’s harsh face.
He calls me beautiful, but good God, he is fucking stunning.
Eventually, Gradyn stopped shaking. He blinked, and the most wonderful cat-got-the-cream smile appeared, matching the twinkle in his green eyes.
“And that was just the appetizer, beautiful,” Gradyn said as he dropped down and pecked a soft kiss on the big smile Devlin could not hi
de. “I haven’t even gotten close to where I want to go with you yet.” Without wasting a moment, he tilted Devlin’s head back and pressed kisses down his chin to under his throat, pausing to suck on Devlin’s Adam’s apple with a slow pull that stirred Devlin’s recently sated cock.
Devlin’s dick nudged against Gradyn, and Gradyn looked up, that same smile still transforming his face. “Oh yeah, beautiful.” He reached down and caressed Devlin’s growing, supersensitive length. “That’s right where I’m headed.”
Devlin squeezed his eyes shut, and his heart raced with anticipation as Gradyn licked a line down his chest, heading in the right direction...
*
...The combination of an intermittent buzzing noise and banging on wood jerked Devlin upright, throwing him back into reality and the couch in his apartment.
Not the motel room in San Francisco.
Son of a bitch. Devlin glared at his front door as the heavy knocking thundered again. I was just about to get my first blowjob!
Someone outside put their full weight on Devlin’s doorbell and just let the annoying noise ring without end.
“Hold on!” Devlin grumbled some more under his breath as he pulled himself off the couch, winced, and looked down at the bulge in his jeans. Fuck. He untucked his shirt, settled it over the evidence of his arousal, and then scrubbed his face as he made his way to the door and yanked it open.
Wyn Ashworth stood on the other side with a six-pack of beer under one arm and a twelve-pack of cola under the other. “Hey, man?” His dark, tall frame towered in the doorway. “I’ve been standing outside forever; I thought something happened to you. Did I wake you up? You look like you were sleeping.”
“Maybe a nap,” Devlin conceded. He glanced at his watch and realized he’d been asleep for hours. “Ethan’s not here yet. Come on in.” Devlin stepped aside and let his giant of a friend, still dressed in his work blues, inside the apartment.
The uniform put Devlin in the mindset of old-school truth and justice. It brought him back to his current situation with Gradyn--or Garrick--not their past, and that killed what remained of Devlin’s erection.
