Roped (20 page)

“Jamie,” Tek warned.

Jamie ignored the threat in Tek’s voice and pulled his cock out and tapped it against Tek’s jaw. “Yes, Tek?” he questioned with a grin on his smug face.

Tek snapped at it in a halfhearted attempt to sink his teeth into the delicate flesh. “You wouldn’t dare,” Jamie snorted and jerked back.

“Try me,” Tek grumbled and snapped his teeth again.

“Nah, that’s not the wet, warm hole I had in mind,” Jamie taunted and worked his way backward until he was straddling Tek’s thighs and unbuckled his belt. “You have other”—he popped the button on Tek’s pants—“less dangerous ones,” he murmured and slid down Tek’s zipper.

Tek’s body thrummed with arousal, the predatory look on Jamie’s face fueling Tek’s desire even more, but he wasn’t going to make it easy for him. “Figures you’d take the easy way,” Tek grunted and made an attempt to shove Jamie off him.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Jamie tsked and grabbed Tek’s bound wrists. He pulled Tek’s belt from his waistband, and looping it around the other belt, he leaned over Tek, pushing his chest into Tek’s face as he secured his hands to the leg of the couch.

Tek was a little more than curious as to what Jamie would do. Heat raced through him, and his cock throbbed in anticipation. Tek was more than curious; he was fucking excited to find out. Still, as Jamie finished hooking up the belt, Tek sank his teeth into the hard muscle of Jamie’s chest.

“Ow!” Jamie howled and jerked upright. He pulled up his shirt and looked down at his chest and frowned at the teeth impressions. Jamie raised his head slowly and smirked at Tek. “You’re going to pay for that,” he said huskily.

Tek shuddered. He watched Jamie appreciatively while he pulled off his shirt, tossed it aside, and then stood over him. Tek licked his lips and swallowed hard as Jamie shoved his pants and briefs down and off. Jamie had an impressive physique, but when his skin was flushed with arousal and his fat cock hard and straining upward, he was beyond stunning.

Jamie went to his knees next to Tek and struggled to pull down the tight pants. Tek laughed as Jamie huffed out a frustrated breath when the garment refused to cooperate.

“Should have thought about that before you tied my hands,” Tek sniffed. Jamie’s eyes narrowed and his grip tightened. “Don’t you fucking dare rip these,” Tek demanded.

“Then lift your damn hips,” Jamie scoffed.

Tek lifted his hips and allowed Jamie to pull them down. He shuddered again when his ass made contact with the cold hardwood floor. “Wouldn’t this be better on the bed?” It sure as hell would be for Tek’s ass and back.

“No headboard,” Jamie said curtly and reached beneath the cushion of the couch. “Plus we have everything we need right here,” he informed him as he pulled out some lube and a condom.

Tek raised a brow at him. “How long have you been planning this?” he asked suspiciously.

Jamie just shrugged, his lip twitching as he situated himself between Tek’s legs and leaned down until their chests were barely touching, propping himself up on his forearm next to Tek’s head. “Always good to be prepared,” he said against Tek’s lips.

Tek closed his eyes as Jamie’s other hand began to roam across his shoulder, up his bicep and forearm, then back down to his side as he pressed his groin against Tek’s. They both hissed with the contact, their hips moving in a familiar dance.

“Ropes,” Jamie murmured against Tek’s cheek.

“Huh?” Tek asked, not really caring since his focus was on the way Jamie’s cock was sliding against his, the friction and heat so damn good.

“I think you would look even hotter bound in ropes,” Jamie informed him, licking a path to Tek’s ear and nipping at the lobe.

Yeah, sure, whatever
. As long as Jamie kept his hips moving and those warm lips and tongue against his skin, he could do whatever. Jamie must have known he had Tek right where he wanted him too, because the click of a top opening sounded seconds before slick fingers traced over Tek’s thigh as Jamie sat back, a knowing grin curling his lips.

“Thick ones,” Jamie commented and shoved Tek’s right leg up and out, holding it up with his hand as the fingers of the other teased at the sensitive skin behind Tek’s balls. “Thick black ropes around your wrists.”

Tek could only nod when Jamie’s slick finger pressed against his opening, breaching the tight ring of muscles. Tek nodded again; hell, he didn’t even know what he was agreeing to, but anything Jamie wanted in that moment he’d give him if he kept pushing that lubed finger deeper.

“Bind you to the ceiling, more black ropes around your ankles,” Jamie murmured as he began sliding that finger in and out of Tek.

Tek squirmed and groaned, it sounding more like a whimper when Jamie added another finger alongside the first. “Jamie,” he pleaded, for what he didn’t know.

Tek had never bottomed well; it felt good, but he’d always liked to control the actions, Jamie’s orgasms, and movements. But for some reason he couldn’t quite explain, he liked the way the binds on his wrists affected him, made him feel submissive. It was as if he knew he couldn’t fight, couldn’t rule, and his body certainly liked the effects being bound was having. He was achingly hard, wanted Jamie buried deep inside him.

Jamie obviously knew what Tek was pleading for. He let his fingers slip from Tek’s body, and in a matter of moments, his sheathed cock pressed into Tek. “Is this what you need?” Jamie asked, voice tight as he pushed in slowly.

Tek gasped as the burning sensation flared as his body tried to adjust to the invasion. But he wanted it, wanted it badly, and he lifted his hips, begging with his body for more. Jamie read him perfectly and lifted Tek’s other thigh and then planted his hands on the floor near Tek’s chest. Tek’s legs were draped over Jamie’s biceps as he began to move. Each stroke was long and deliberate, burying himself balls-deep in Tek before pulling out slowly. Over and over, oh so fucking achingly slowly, Jamie moved, never taking his gaze from Tek’s. It felt so fucking good, but he wanted more, the gentle rocking not nearly enough.

“Is it?” Jamie asked again.

Tek clenched his teeth, instinctively tried to reach for Jamie’s hips to force him to go faster, but the leather belts bit into his wrists. “No,” he responded pleadingly. “Harder. Please, Jamie.”

Jamie pulled halfway out and thrust in hard with a grunt, rolled his hips, and then did it again with more force. Tek cried out as pleasure and pain shot through him. Jamie bit his lip, his arms trembling under the weight, and truly fucked Tek. Just fucking losing it, he was like a wild man as he slammed in and out of Tek, giving him exactly what he’d begged for. Jamie seemed to find his own pleasure with each moan, whimper, or curse Tek made.

Tek’s sweat-dampened back stuttered along the wood painfully, each thrust of Jamie’s hips driving Tek’s spine into the floor, and still Tek begged for more. “Harder,” he rasped out, voice hoarse.

Jamie went up on his knees, lifting Tek’s lower body off the floor. Jamie dug his fingers into Tek’s thighs, gripping hard. He grunted with each thrust and pulled Tek forward at the same time, going impossibly deeper.

He and Jamie hadn’t ever been what one would call gentle with the other. Both knew the powerful body of the other could take it. But this…. This was raw and visceral and carnal, and Tek loved every fucking painfully pleasurable second of it.

“Tek….” Jamie growled, his entire body shaking. It was the only warning Tek got before Jamie’s back bowed, hips thrusting erratically as he came.

Tek strained against his bonds, the look of his lover lost in pleasure nearly pushing him over the edge, but he didn’t want to miss a second of the sight above him. Tek clamped down on the reins on the orgasm racing through him as Jamie rode his out, whispering Tek’s name like a prayer.

Jamie slumped forward, struggling for breath as he pressed his lips against Tek’s cheek. “Damn, you made my fucking toes curl,” he panted.

Still buried deep in Tek’s body, Jamie wrapped his fist around Tek’s aching cock. Two firm pulls along his dick was all it took, and Tek was coming, shouting out Jamie’s name as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through him.

The scent of sweat and sex hung thickly in the air, and Tek inhaled the pleasing aroma, nostrils flaring like a winded racehorse. The analogy was fitting. Tek felt as if he’d been ridden hard and fast, chest heaving, muscles shaking from exertion. He was too exhausted to move, and white dots swam behind his closed lids. The wood floor wasn’t the most comfortable thing he’d ever been on, but he thought maybe he could just sleep for a little while, body mellow and sated. It barely registered when Jamie slipped from his body, other than the loss of heat, and he sighed.

Tek could feel Jamie standing over him, and he blinked his eyes and looked up at him sleepily. “What?”

“That’s a good look on you,” Jamie commented with a smug smile, then looked down at his cum-covered hand and wrinkled his nose. He pulled off the used condom, grabbed his shirt, and padded to the bathroom.

Tek, too blissed out to care about messes, closed his eyes again and tried to roll onto his side. He’d forgotten all about the belts, but as the euphoric high of his orgasm began to wane, he became painfully aware of the raw and irritated skin around his wrists.

“Hey,” Tek croaked. “Forget something?”

Jamie stepped out the bathroom with a towel in his hand. “Oh right, sorry,” he muttered and ran the towel over Tek’s chest.

“I meant the belts,” Tek grumbled.

“I don’t know. I was thinking I’d leave you tied up. Might want to take advantage of you again,” Jamie said wryly.

“Yeah, like you’d be able to get it up again anytime soon,” he remarked flippantly. “Now get these off, my fingers are going numb.”

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fell as he stared at Tek’s wrists. “Shit!” he cursed and rushed to free him.

Tek winced as the leather strap was loosened and wiggled his fingers to get the blood flowing. His muscles screamed as he brought his arms down and examined the angry red marks on his flesh.

“Are you okay?” Jamie asked with concern as he ran his finger over one of the marks.

Tek’s lip twitched as an idea popped into his head. He studied the marks on his flesh. His smile turned into a mischievous grin as he met Jamie’s concerned-filled eyes. “You’re gonna pay for that.” Thick black ropes sounded like a damn good idea.

I thought I had learned all I’d ever need to know growing up in Chatom, California. I had been taught by the hardest, meanest sons of bitches—the streets. I could read a man by the way he carried himself, could defend myself and those I cared about. Knew how to make a dollar, provide and survive. But I missed one very important lesson, pleasure. Sure, I had received it, given it, but I’d never truly experienced it until I learned to listen to my body, explored it, and controlled it. Oh, and holy hell, what a lesson I learned.

And taught Jamie.

Tek Cain

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HIS
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been his idea, he’d brought up the subject, had been the one to make the call and set up the meeting with Tackett, Bobby, and Rig. Now standing in a darkened club amongst sawdust, scraps of lumber, and various saws, hammers, and drills, Jamie felt like a fool. It was as if his and Tek’s sex life was being discussed, analyzed, and judged.

Jamie leaned back on the workbench, felt the grit and dirt beneath his palms, and sighed. He glanced at Tek who was listening raptly to Rig and nodding. Jamie wanted to slap him for being so calm and so fucking eager.

“So it’s not that you don’t find pleasure in bottoming, it’s letting go of your need to be in control that’s the issue here, am I correct?” Rig asked he looked back and forth between Tek and Jamie.

Jesus, does he have to say it like that?
Jamie supposed it could have been worse. Rig could have said, “
Since you like dick up your ass.”
Jamie cringed. He glanced again at Tek, who was still nodding.

“Jamie?” Rig asked.

“Oh sorry, umm, yeah, that’s it,” he responded, his cheeks heating. He was so going to beat the shit out of Tek later.

“Are you okay?” Bobby asked Jamie with a concerned look on his face.

Jamie scrubbed his hand over his week-old beard. He was finally letting it grow back in, but it was driving him nuts. His pants were too tight, his hands dirty, and he was fucking embarrassed. No, he wasn’t all right.

Tek nudged him with an elbow. “This was your idea,” Tek reminded him.

“I know, but I didn’t think it would be this hard,” he muttered for Tek’s ears only.

“Ah, thank you, Vincent,” Tackett said as the waiter set down a tray full of glasses and a bottle of scotch.

“You’re welcome, sir. Anything else I can get for you? Anything?” Vincent asked, his voice low and seductive.

Vincent was small, his features pale under bright auburn hair, his posture and aura, from what Jamie had learned, spoke of his submissiveness. The glint of mischief and the flirty smile he was giving Tackett as Vincent ran his fingers along Tackett’s arm was evidence of the double meaning in his question.