Chapter 29 #2
Zach fumbled to obey, ripping off his shirt and struggling to get his pants and underwear off as quickly as possible. Seconds later, he was back in the same position, fully naked. Miles looked him over slowly, his lustful stare burning into Zach’s skin, making him melt into the mattress.
The fog at the edges of his consciousness took over as Miles restrained him, cuffing his wrists to the headboard and wrapping the smooth ropes around each ankle before tying them to the legs of the bed.
His body was on full display—every inch of naked skin spread bare and on offer for Miles, who stepped back and made a satisfied noise.
Zach couldn’t remember ever being this vulnerable with anyone. For all his love of being tied up, no one had ever fully immobilized him until he was completely helpless. The thought made his dick even harder. He loved being at Miles’s mercy.
Miles appeared to love it too.
“My little slut likes showing off.” He sauntered over and dragged a calloused thumb across Zach’s slit, swiping through a drop of precome. “Doesn’t he?” He moved maddeningly slowly, gliding up without breaking eye contact, then hovering the glistening fingertip over Zach’s face.
Zach lunged up and closed his lips around it, licking and sucking the salty skin like the most irresistible treat in the world. Miles pushed in deeper, pressing down on his tongue until saliva flooded his mouth, then pulled out slowly. “Hungry little thing, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Zach whined, vibrating with need. “Please, Miles.”
“What does my sweet little toy need?” Miles smirked, just out of reach, and Zach thrashed against his restraints. He needed to be closer to Miles, needed to touch him, taste him, drown in him. An intense, urgent need consumed him like wildfire, unlike anything he’d ever felt.
Full sentences were beyond him.
“Everything,” he let out breathlessly. “Touch me. Make me yours.”
Miles hummed and kicked off his shoes, then yanked his t-shirt off in one swift motion.
Zach’s eyes hungrily roamed around the broad frame—the dusting of hair across the pecs, the hardened nipples he desperately wanted to feel on his tongue, the powerful abs with the beginnings of a happy trail that disappeared under the jeans Miles was unbuttoning at a frustratingly slow pace.
Finally, his hard cock sprang free, jutting upward—as thick and irresistible as Zach remembered. His hole clenched with anticipation, and an impatient groan ripped out of his chest.
He needed that cock inside him.
Now.
Despite Miles’s nonchalance, fire danced in his eyes as he stalked toward Zach. “Patience, my sweet thing,” he tutted, dangling a blindfold from his fingers. “I think this will be a great addition to your outfit, don’t you?”
A purely rhetorical question. Zach had no say in what happened next, and that was exactly the way he wanted it. Miles could blindfold him, gag him, chain him up, keep him splayed and whimpering for hours, and Zach would welcome all of it.
Would beg for it.
The last thing he saw before the silky fabric slid across his face was a dangerous glint in Miles’s expression. Then, everything went dark.
Zach tried to attune himself to the noises Miles made, the vibrations in the air as he moved around, but fighting against the pleasant fog of submission proved too difficult. Time became a foreign concept as he floated in and out of awareness, waiting for Miles to make his move.
A click came from somewhere above him—a bottle of lube.
Zach tried to spread his legs on instinct, even though the ropes already had him opened wide.
He briefly wondered if he should have suggested sliding a pillow under his back for a more comfortable position, but the thought faded away as quickly as it had appeared.
For all his inexperience, Miles had known what he was doing every step of the way.
His body was on full alert, consumed with the anticipation of Miles’s touch.
Being deprived of one sense was supposed to sharpen all others, but Zach couldn’t hear anything over the rush of blood in his ears, and Miles’s heavenly scent had infiltrated his every pore.
The only sense he had left was touch, and his skin tingled with need.
Expecting slick fingers to slip into his crease, he was surprised by Miles’s lips grazing his hip before wet heat surrounded his cock, triggering a full-body spasm. He almost came on the spot, tensing his muscles to hang on as Miles started bobbing up and down.
Zach couldn’t be disappointed with the turn of events.
Miles’s tongue swirled around his shaft, putting delicious pressure on his frenulum before dipping into the slit, taking the time to explore every millimeter.
Despite his slow, measured movements, Zach’s moans became louder and louder as he hovered on the edge of release without tipping over.
When he couldn’t take it anymore, a shout ripped out of him. “Miles, please! I need to come.”
Miles hummed around him, teasing with soft vibrations, making it known that he wasn’t planning on putting Zach out of his misery anytime soon.
He resumed the slow pace—burying Zach’s cock in his throat until he gagged, sucking the tip like a lollipop, alternating the sensations over and over—while Zach sobbed out plea after plea and tugged against the restraints, knowing full well that he couldn’t move, yet incapable of staying still.
He needed Miles.
Their declarations of love made Zach raw, vulnerable, and he needed to balance it out with something rough and primal. He needed Miles to claim him, mark him, make him his own.
As if on cue, Miles gave him one last lick and replaced his mouth with a firm grip.
The mattress dipped under the weight as Miles straddled him, pinning him down.
Zach’s straining cock nudged against Miles’s ass, and he whimpered at the contact.
Miles ground down and hissed, digging his fingertips into Zach’s sides until he was sure they’d leave marks.
“You’re mine, Zee.” He bit down on Zach’s earlobe, sucking it in between his lips, nibbling on it. “All of you. Every single inch, every sound, every fucking hair on your head. Mine.”
“Yes,” Zach exhaled.
“Say it.”
The steel in Miles’s voice stoked the fire burning inside him. How could this be the same innocent boy who confessed his love for Zach minutes ago? His sweetness was replaced with a determined ruthlessness that made Zach want to get on his knees and worship him.
Since that wasn’t an option, he settled for throwing his head back and crying out, “I’m yours, Miles! I’ve always been yours!”
A satisfied hum reached his ears, and the hand pumping his shaft slowed to a crawl. Miles shifted, and Zach finally understood what was about to happen.
He took a sharp breath in as Miles carefully sank down onto him, enveloping him in tight heat.
Miles was truly planning to claim every part of him.
Even the one Zach hadn’t expected to be claimed.