Page 63 of Dust and Desire
His thumb brushed across my cheekbone, and I saw the moment he decided to let it go, to trust that I’d tell him when I was ready. “Well then,” he said, pulling open the driver’s door to this truck and giving me a wink. “I’ll see you at home.” He leaned close, kissing me under the streetlight. “Do me a favor?”
“Anything,” I nodded, letting the heat of his kiss wash over me.
“Bring a rope.”
Before I could answer he was in his truck and pulling out of the parking lot. I stood there for a moment, my mouth hanging open at the implication. Suddenly I’d forgotten all about Keith. Now my mind was focused on one single thing.
Dustin.
Chapter 23
Dustin
Iwas glad I beat Alex home. It gave me the time I needed to be ready for him. The way he’d talked in the parking lot of the diner, how he wanted me so badly he had to cut our evening out short… it had me hard in ways I didn’t know I could be.
As soon as I stepped through the front door, I stripped down to absolutely nothing. From there it was just a quick trip to the bedroom to grab my blindfold and a rubber cock ring, mostly just for aesthetics. I slipped both on and stepped into the living room, tossing down a blanket to soften the floor as I dropped to my knees. With one last glance out the window, I saw Alex’s blue truck bumping up the driveway. A grin spread over my face and my cock twitched as I settled onto the blanket, sitting back on my heels. I reached up and pulled the blindfold down, my entire world going dark.
My other senses quickly kicked in. I could feel my cock pulsing between my legs. It hung heavy and thick thanks to the cock ring, the sensitive underside brushing against the soft fabric of the blanket below me. Outside I heard Alex’s truck door slam shut and the unmistakable crunch of his boots on gravel.
The house was so quiet I could hear the low thud of Alex’s boots as they hit the steps of the porch. Each footfall sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine, my skin already prickling with goosebumps despite the warm evening air. The doorknob turned with a metallic click that seemed impossibly loud in the stillness.
“Dustin?” Alex’s voice was rough, a catch in it that told me he wasn’t expecting this scene.
I stayed silent, kneeling there in darkness, my breath coming faster as I heard him step inside and close the door behind him. The lock slid into place with a decisive click.
“Jesus Christ,” he whispered, and I could hear the hunger in his voice. His boots scuffed against the floor as he moved closer, circling me slowly. I could feel his presence, the heat of him as he moved around me, taking in every inch of my exposed skin.
“Look at you,” he murmured, closer now, his breath warm against my ear. “All ready for me and leaking. So fucking beautiful.”
I shivered at his words, my cock twitching against the restraint of the ring. I felt his fingertips then, just barely ghosting across my shoulders, down my spine, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
“Did I excite you that much?” he asked, his voice dropping to that low register that always made my insides melt. “Couldn’t even wait for me to get home before you got yourself ready?”
I nodded, not trusting my voice.
“Use your words, beautiful,” he commanded softly, his hand coming to rest on the back of my neck.
“Yes,” I managed, my voice already wrecked with need. “I wanted to be ready for you.”
His hand tightened slightly on my neck, a gentle pressure that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my groin. “You remember what you said at the diner? About the rope?”
I nodded again, then quickly added, “Yes. Please.”
I heard him chuckle, the sound warm and rich in the darkness surrounding me. “So polite. You’re being such a good boy for me tonight. I think that deserves a reward.”
The praise washed over me like warm honey, making me arch toward his touch. I heard the rustle of fabric as he moved away, then the unmistakable sound of his belt being unbuckled. My mouth watered at the thought of what was coming.
“Stay just like that,” he instructed, his voice moving around the room as he gathered what he needed. “Don’t move a muscle.”
I froze, trying to control my breathing as I listened to him moving about the tiny house. The anticipation was exquisite torture, every sound amplified by my blindfolded state. I heard the soft thud of his boots being removed, the whisper of clothing being shed, the creak of a drawer opening.
When he returned, I could feel his naked presence before me, the heat of his skin radiating toward me like a furnace. The scent of him filled my senses, leather and sweat, hay and that undercurrent of masculinity that was all Alex. I breathed it in deeply, my body trembling with need.
“Arms behind your back,” he commanded softly.
I complied immediately, crossing my wrists at the small of my back. The position thrust my chest forward, leaving me even more vulnerable and exposed. I felt the first touch of rope against my skin, soft yet unyielding as Alex began to wrap it around my wrists with practiced ease.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, his voice a low rumble as he worked. “To be completely at my mercy?”
