Page 147 of I'm Your Guy
I hold back a horny groan. “Okay. Cool. Here goes.” I lift my sweater over my head and drop it on the floor.
He looks over his shoulder, his eyes heating. So I take off my T-shirt, too, and unzip my fly.
“Okay, bluff called.” He shuts the water off with a slap of his hand. “You win.”
With a laugh, I turn and jog out of the kitchen. He’s close on my heels, so I keep going, pounding up the stairs.
He chases me into the bedroom, where I’m flinging myself onto the mattress. But he stops short when he sees how I’ve prepped the place.
The comforter is folded up and stashed on the chair.
The sex candle is already lit.
And the restraints I bought have been fitted under the mattress, their loops poised on top, waiting.
“Holy fuck,” he says in a low voice. “You weren’t kidding.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t joke about something like this.” I shed my jeans and toss them aside. “You were a very good boy in Trenton. Now it’s time for your reward.”
“Boxers off. Then lie down,” he says gruffly.
“Yessir.” His eyes flare as I drop my underwear and toe off my socks. I’m totally naked, my cock pointing right at him like an arrow.
“On the bed,” he says. “On your back.”
I hurry to comply, spreadeagling my arms and legs.
He sits on the edge of the bed and studies one of the loops. He tests its elasticity in his hand and then picks up my wrist and kisses the pulse point, his beard tickling my skin. “You think these will be comfortable enough?”
“Yeah, but I’ll let you know if they’re not.”
He hums his approval, and then slips the loop over my wrist, tightening it gently until my hand is flush against the sheet.
Three more tightened loops, and I’m largely immobile, trussed into place like a Thanksgiving turkey.
For all the sex I’ve had, I’ve never actually done this before. I guess I never trusted anyone enough to offer myself like this.
The only discomfort I’m feeling right now is desperation. Tommaso’s dark gaze is like a flame across my overheated skin, and when he slides one roughened palm up my thigh, I shiver with anticipation.
Then he backs away to unzip his trousers and undress.
“I never knew you were so mean,” I complain from the bed. Although I’m enjoying the view of his thighs flexing in the candlelight.
“It’s called anticipation. I’ve been thinking about this for two days, and I just want to pounce. So I’m making myself wait.”
He finally stalks toward me and my cock tightens with need. “God, you’re hot.” I sigh. “Thank you for not blindfolding me.”
“Huh,” he says. “Maybe next time.” He kneels on the floor, parking his elbows onto the end of the bed and gazing up my body. I feel so exposed, my legs spread for him, and I fucking love it.
He rises, slowly crawling onto the bed. He drops his head and kisses my inner thigh. A zing of electricity shoots up my body, and I twitch with need. “Yeah, baby. I know.” He continues on, kissing his way up my leg, his beard grazing my sensitive skin.
I forget myself for a moment and strain against the wrist loops, trying to reach for him. And when I realize I can’t, I let out a sound of frustration.
“Easy.” He chuckles. “Going somewhere?”
I lie back against the pillows and let out a hot breath. “So hard for you.”
“Mmm. Let’s end every road trip like this, ‘kay?” He noses past my cock, his breath a tickle, and desire pings through my veins once again. But then he kisses his way down the other leg, heading in the wrong direction.
