Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 116254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Just keep touching me. Don’t ever stop.
Kai smiled and cupped Breck’s cheek, then slid his hand down to the side of his neck. “You’re doing awesome. I’m almost done.”
Breck held his gaze, his heart thumping. Very rarely were they face to face like this, so close that Breck could smell his skin. And, God, was that face fucking gorgeous. Those dark, entrancing eyes, that refined, perfect nose. And lips so criminally luscious, it made Breck’s mind do a sit-and-spin. A face so masculine and yet so flawless, ethereal and yet so fierce. Framed by the glossiest mane of silky black hair. Breck stared at him, captivated, then his eyes locked on Kai’s mouth.
Kiss me, something inside him whispered.
Breck stilled, then blinked. Whoa, what?
Kai smiled and dropped his hand. Unhurriedly, he circled Breck’s trussed-up body. Breck shifted on his remaining leg. And then he felt it. Kai’s short blunt nails dragging casually across the back of his thigh. As if telling it teasingly, wordlessly, heads up: you’re next. More goosebumps as a shiver rocked him. Breck listed sideways, fighting a moan. Kai chuckled and casually righted him. Then just like that, he was back to work, binding Breck’s remaining leg like he’d done to the other.
Breck groaned as Kai maneuvered his body, resituating his limbs just how he wanted them to be. Not exactly a position Breck took on every day. He imagined it looked as though he’d started off standing, but with his feet spread far apart, then had gripped his arms from behind and dropped into a squat. Only, he was bound in that position. And was dangling a good four feet off the fucking ground.
He watched as Kai tightened the last knot. All limbs were accounted for. There was nothing left to bind. Surely, he was finished.
Kai regarded his finished futumomo, then set in to checking and testing and straightening. “Still good?” he asked as he transitioned to caressing. Up and down and all around Breck’s leg, sometimes mere centimeters away from making contact with his crotch. Breck bit his cheek in an effort not to moan. Kai’s fucking hands should be fucking illegal. Damn near capable of making Breck forget his current state. Nearly, but not quite. After all, he must look absurd. If his friends ever saw him like this, he’d die on the spot.
Kai dropped his hands and stepped away. And what do you know, Breck could finally focus. Shifting his hips, he tried to move his legs. Not happening. And thankfully, nothing was falling asleep. “Yeah,” he grunted. “Still good. I’m just… you know… feeling a little bit awkward and a whole lot ridiculous.”
Kai smiled and moved close again. “Change your mindset, Breck. You’re doing amazing.” He roamed his hands over Breck’s shoulders, then moved them lower and cupped his pecs. Holding Breck’s gaze, he thumbed his nipples.
Breck’s lashes fluttered. “Thanks...” He was lost again. Lost in those eyes. In those mesmerizing onyx pools of sensual promise.
Kai rumbled softly. Breck’s gaze dropped to his mouth.
Kiss me, came that whisper again.
Jesus. Did Breck actually want him to?
He swallowed, not entirely sure. But then Kai smiled and squeezed his pecs. “Almost done, I promise. Hang tight.”
Breck coughed a laugh and shook his head. “Yeah. Pun intended.”
“But of course,” Kai drawled silkily. Again, he moved behind Breck. A heartbeat later, those hands were back, rounding Breck’s sides and sliding up his chest. Then lazily gliding right back down to skim his stomach and thighs. Breck shivered as Kai’s fingers teased him, the feel of his warmth against his back a seductive balm. And then his velvet voice whispered past Breck’s ear, “Okay, Breck, gonna reposition you now.”
His touch receded, then dropped away. A sensation so much worse than contorted muscles. Or straining tendons. Or protesting limbs. Maybe even that bad kind of pain. But, hell, that couldn’t be good. Almost sounded like Breck was getting addicted. Which he absolutely could never do. It’d make life miserable when he was back in the grind.
His chest harness jogged a little, followed by a small, distinct tug. Next thing Breck knew, his upper body was being lowered down. Bracing, he eyed the ground. Lower. Lower. His pulse accelerated. Only when his body was fully horizontal did things finally stop. Blinking, he peered at the floor.
Jesus, this whole thing felt so bizarre.
Again, Kai did another inspection. Hands everywhere, checking pressure points, making sure every rope was flat. Breck tried to twist but could barely move. Yet he was in continuous motion, each of Kai’s tugs and little pulls causing his body to sway.
“Doing alright still? Nothing tingly? No bad pain?”
As if guiding Breck through his next assessment, Kai ran his palms over all the places he wanted Breck to check. Which, ironically, made it harder for Breck to concentrate. Forcing himself to focus, he tracked Kai’s drugging fingers. Muscles were tense and joints were straining. And God, his mind felt entirely upended. But other than that, his overall discomfort was… oddly arousing, his current position a kind of erotic he couldn’t explain. He’d never felt so vulnerable in all his life, and yet at the same time, his dick was harder than hell.