Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 59951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Riley looked at all the cabs jamming the street. “I’m sure you’re right.”
As they waited for the crossing signal, Riley squeezed Thorne’s hand. “That was beyond anything I imagined. I really owe you for all this. Tonight. This whole trip. Knowing what I would like.”
The light turned, and they hurried across Forty-Sixth Street. The press of people around them and the noise of honking horns and drivers yelling made it impossible to talk until they were farther up Seventh Avenue. Once Riley could hear him again, Thorne said, “You don’t owe me anything. And even if you did, seeing you this excited is payment enough.”
“I’d like to give you something anyway.” Riley grinned at Thorne, the energy of the night turning sexual.
Thorne slapped his ass as they crossed the next street. “I have an idea how you can thank me.”
“Oh, do you?”
“Yes, and be as creative as you’d like. Seeing you so full of energy makes me want to give in to anything you want.”
“Anything?” Riley asked, cock hardening at the thought.
“Yes.”
***
When Thorne closed the door of their hotel room, Riley turned to look at him. His wicked grin almost made Thorne change his mind about his anything-goes proclamation, but Riley had never done anything he hadn’t liked, even if Thorne was apprehensive at first.
“I’ve played around with making you wait, and you’ve worn a dildo to keep you thinking about what was ‘coming.’ But…”
“Yes?” Thorne was sure he was going to hate this and love it and hate it.
“I want to tie you up and play with you. Get you close, really close, and then stop.”
“Stop?”
“Just until you’re right on the edge. Then I’ll do it again.”
“Oh God, Riley.”
“Bringing you close and then retreating until you’re ready to lose your fucking mind.”
“Riley, I don’t think—”
“You don’t have to. I’ll do the thinking. You just feel and breathe.”
“And then?”
“Then I’ll make you come, and it will be so intense, so amazing. You’ll be glad you waited.”
Thorne’s cock was already so hard he wanted to beg. He licked his lips. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
“We don’t have any early plans do we? Because it’s late and this will take a while.”
Thorne shook his head. “We can sleep as late as we need to. I don’t care. I want…”
“Take off your clothes, and lie down on the bed.”
Thorne held Riley’s gaze as he unbuttoned his shirt and let it slide from his arms and hit the floor. Riley smiled. “Very nice. Keep going.”
He continued to watch Riley as Riley’s gaze dropped lower. He opened his pants, and Riley sighed. The fact that he could still get a reaction like that after over a year together amazed him. He hoped it would always be like this between them. Heat. Need. Love.
When he was naked, Thorne climbed on the bed and stretched out on his back.
“Arms over your head, wrists together.”
“Riley?”
“Are you okay with this?”
Thorne nodded. “Yes. Completely. But I want you to tie my ankles too.”
“Then I will. I brought a lot of rope. I was a little surprised the TSA didn’t question it at the airport.”
Thorne tilted his head back so he could see what Riley was doing. The headboard had no slats in it, so Riley tied a rope all the way around it, crisscrossed it, and then tied Thorne’s wrists.
“Don’t struggle too hard, or you might break the bed.”
The headboard was the least of his concerns. “I don’t give a fuck. I’ll pay for a new one.”
“But you might get hurt; that’s what I care about.”
Thorne nodded. “I’ll be careful.”
“Now for your ankles.” Riley wrapped rope around the side rails of the bed and then pulled the ends up on the mattress. “Bend your knees,” he ordered.
Thorne did, and Riley tied the rope around Thorne’s ankles.
“Test that.”
Thorne tried closing his legs and couldn’t.
Riley smiled. “Perfect. I wanted to have access to your ass.”
“Riley. I’m already losing my mind. The way you look at me when you tie me up is so fucking hot.”
“That’s because you are so fucking hot with these ropes around you, restrained, helpless.” Riley sighed. “I could do anything to you.”
“Please.”
Riley grinned. “I love that you’re such a slut for me.”
“Always, Riley. Please!”
Riley laughed, the sound pure evil. “It’s going to be a long time before you get what you want from me.”
“Maybe this isn’t—”
“No talking. I don’t want to have to gag you.”
“Fuck!” Thorne sucked in his breath. Dash—he was clearly Dash now—wasn’t usually so harsh, but it was just what Thorne needed.
Dash pulled a plug from his bag of tricks, a modest one, not the thick one he’d tormented Thorne with several times before. He slicked it up and pressed the tip against Thorne’s ass. “Bend your legs for me.”
Thorne did, enjoying the sensation of the bonds around his ankles.
Dash pushed the plug in, and Thorne closed his eyes, enjoying the slow stretch.