Page 60 of The Alpha Experiment
Nothing but the best for you.
Oh gods, where the hell had that come from?
“They’re supposed to respond to commands. With a keyword.” I rummaged in the bag for the elegant raised-lettering card that’d come with the cuffs. “Catushey. Huh. Oh, fuck!” The straps moved, wriggling in my hand, and I almost dropped them. “That is so freaking weird!”
Colin grinned. “Awesome. I need to tell the Armitage shaman these exist, he’d love the idea. Okay, tell them what to do, Newt. It looks like they’re raring to go.”
They felt like it, too, nearly quivering in my hands. I took them to the head of the bed and set them down. “Okay, um. Catushey…attach to the bed, and tie his hands in the position they’re in.”
With a writhe and a slither, the ends of the straps vanished under the bed, and the cuffs slapped themselves around Colin’s wrists. The straps pulled taut on their own, leaving him spread-eagled on my bed.
Of course, his hands hung over the sides, since the bed was too damn small, but the effect still left me breathless. His arms looked like they’d been sculpted, and his chest and abs and…below his abs, okay, moving on, and his legs…all of him gleamed in the light of the bedside lamp, golden skin and dark-gold hair and the shadows of his planes and angles.
My eyes flicked to his cock, helplessly drawn back. Of course, it sort of dominated the landscape. I hadn’t had the chance to stare my fill, and now I did. How the ever-loving fuck had that fit inside me? It’d never fit in my mouth. If I did give him a blowjob, it’d be the most inept one he’d ever had, even aside from my total inexperience.
I should’ve hidden in the bathroom and practiced on a banana. Not that any banana in the world could prepare me forthat. Or that I’d have gotten away with sneaking into the bathroom with a banana, with Colin around.
“So what are you going to do to me?” I dragged my gaze away from his groin and back to his face. Colin gave me a lazy grin. “The suspense is fucking killing me.”
Yeah. That made two of us. And I really wished he’d show some kind of real trepidation. I had him tied up. At my mercy. Should he really begrinning?
Well, the logical starting point would be taking off my own clothes, right? I could do that.
It sounded easier than it ended up being. Undressing under Colin’s silent, hooded gaze made me a fumble-fingered klutz. I didn’t understand it. Somehow he’d managed to still be in charge, even though he was the one tied to my bed and all nude…and not actually vulnerable at all, if you went by his total lack of any sign of tension. And the fact that making someone like Colin vulnerable would take a lot more than a set of magic wrist cuffs and a geneticist without a clue of what to do next.
Maybe it wasn’t so mysterious, but it still pissed me off.
I got the last of my clothes off and climbed on the bed, kneeling awkwardly over one of his legs. The embarrassment of stripping down hadn’t discouraged my erection in the slightest. If anything, it’d gotten harder and more flushed, and I had to fight the urge to stroke it off right then and there.
Stroke it off, right then and there. Yes.That. He’d come inside me, twice. My turn to claim him a little. Leave my scent on him, mark him up as mine.
I’d work my way up to fucking him. I had all night.
I moved up the bed and straddled his waist, my legs brushing his sides. It felt like static electricity, the frisson of that slight contact, buzzing up my thighs and straight into my balls.
I wrapped my hand around my cock and started to stroke, slowly, lightly, teasing myself, even though I wanted to jerk myself off hard and fast.
Colin watched without a word, without any change to his expression, without moving…except the growing glow in his eyes, and the slight flexing of his fingers. I moved my hand faster, rubbing my thumb over the head, teasing the ridge below, letting my hand slide all the way down every few strokes so my cock stuck out tall and proud, the flushed head pointed right at Colin’s face.
“You going to fuck me now, Newt?” he asked. If he’d sounded mocking, I might’ve called it all off on the spot. But his voice was oddly conversational. A little gravelly. But basically calm.
Just a question.
“Not—” My breath hitched in my chest. “Not yet.”
His eyes narrowed, gleaming from between long dark-blond lashes. “Then you should come up here and fuck my mouth.”
I curled in on myself, clutching at the base of my cock to keep from coming then and there. After a moment I straightened up again, panting, the crisis averted. He raised his eyebrow.Nowhe looked mocking.
Fuck him. Seriously. I’d fuck his mouth, and do it hard, and he’d take every inch. If he wanted to make this into a competition, it wason.
I shuffled up the bed until my knees nudged under his armpits. “All the way up,” he said. “Get closer. I can take your weight, Newt.”
I did what he told me, putting my knees on his shoulders and lowering myself onto his chest. I looked down and nearly had to recite the Periodic Table to keep myself in check. My cock stuck out over Colin’s face, his lips less than an inch from my cockhead.
Colin parted his lips, and his breath gusted over my flesh, cool where moisture clung to the tip and hot on the rest of the glans.
He’d told me to fuck his mouth. Oh, gods, he’d told me to do it. I could do it.
