Chapter 35
“I’ll be with this guy for a few hours. You have his address. There should be enough time for you to check his place out, top to bottom. Check his computer, too, if you can. I’ll give you a flash drive. See if you can find anything useful. Take pictures of stuff at his place that might be pertinent. Be as thorough as possible within the time constraints. Meet me back at my place around midnight. Got it?”
Tyler took a deep breath. “I’ll do my best. You can count on me.”
“I know I can. And you can trust me with this guy, okay? I may have to kiss and fondle him a bit, but we won’t have sex. It’s just part of the job, to get what we need. I hope you’re okay with that?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” He cleared his throat and looked away.
“I think it bugs you, but you won’t admit it. Maybe I need to convince you that I’m serious about us?”
“Again with that stuff. Come on, Felix. What we have is hella good, but how can you be sure, after such a short time…”
“I’m sure. My instincts are never wrong. You just need to get with the program,” I said, with a smirk.
“God, your ego.” He shook his head.
I poked his leg under the table with my foot. “You love it, admit it.”
“I refuse to admit to any such thing,” Tyler retorted, attempting but failing to hide a smile.
My foot went higher and found his crotch. I nudged it, and he jumped. “You sure about that, baby? I might be able to make you talk.”
“That a challenge?” he gasped, pushing against my foot.
“A promise,” I assured him.
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Minutes later, our food forgotten, Tyler lay spread-eagle on the bed, naked, with his wrists restrained with a couple of silk ties to the slats in the bed frame behind him. His eyes were covered with a blindfold, and his legs were tied to the frame at the foot of the bed.
I kneeled between his legs and placed a condom on the bed. “Ready to tell me how much you love my ego?” I asked, using my hands to brush gently over his torso.
“Nope. Not a chance,” Tyler said, shaking his head on the pillow.
“We’ll see.” I proceeded to rub my fingers over his pecs and nipples in a gentle massage. Tyler arched against them. I pushed him back down.
“Shh, baby. I’ve got you. Just let me take care of you.” I took the bottle of baby oil from the nightstand and poured some into my hand. I rubbed it between my palms, then proceeded to spread the substance all over Tyler’s chest, from his collarbone to his pelvis.
“Jesus, that feels so good,” he said, writhing as much as he could with his hands and feet tied as I worked my way back and forth across his upper body.
“I’m glad. I want you to feel good, always.” I poured more baby oil into my hand and moved down his legs, massaging his muscular calves and shapely feet—he wasn’t ticklish—deliberately ignoring the muscle between his legs that was at full staff.
“Fuck, Felix. I’m so turned on, I can’t…uh!” I looked up to see his head moving frantically from side to side.
“You can, love. I know you can.” I moved back up his body to lie on top of him. I kissed his cheekbones, his nose, his cloth-covered eyelids. My hands were slippery on his face, but neither he nor I cared. Our mouths met, and the taste of him was almost enough to make me go over.
“Christ, honey,” I said, licking his lips and nipping his chin. “You’re it for me.”
“It’s too soon,” Tyler said, but I shut him up in the best way possible. It didn’t take long before that wasn’t enough for both of us, and we started grinding against each other, our cocks hard and leaking, his body slick with oil and sweat, moving against mine in such sweet agony.
“I need to fuck you, babe. Or do you want to come like this?” I asked as I sucked on his neck.
His head back, body pushing up against mine, Tyler said, “Fuck me, definitely. I need it, man.”
“You admit you love my ego, boy, and then maybe I’ll let you have my rock-hard cock.” I moved down his legs, hands caressing the hard muscles of his body as I finally touched his dick.
“I…yes, okay? Yes, I love how take-charge you are, how hard you make me when you go all…uh!”—I pulled slowly on his cock while keeping a firm grip at the base—”all Alpha on me. That ego of yours is a huge turn-on.”
“See, now was that so hard?”
“I am hard, you bastard. I told you what you wanted to hear. Now give it to me. Come on!” Tyler’s arms and legs strained against the ties, and his cock grew harder.