Page 132 of Edging Coach
“Yes.”
His eyebrows flicked up.
“It still scares me,” I whispered, covering his hand with mine, “but I know I’m safe with you. Always.”
Heat and wonder both danced in his eyes. “You’re always safe with me.”
I smiled at him. “I know. I’ve never doubted that for a second.”
He stared at me a second longer, then drew me into a perfect, languid kiss. It felt like it went on for ages, but when he broke away, it seemed like it had only been half a heartbeat.
Come back.
He didn’t. Instead, he nodded toward the bed. “Take off the robe and lie on your back.”
Sir, yes, Sir.
I did as I was told, and Devon loomed over me, still fully dressed as he coiled and uncoiled the belt in his hands. He raked his eyes up and down my naked body. I couldn’t decide if he was just enjoying the view, or if he was plotting how he was going to tie me when he only had one piece of “rope” at his disposal.
Whatever the case, there was no hiding how much this whole scene turned me on. Stretched out in front of him like an offering, I was rock hard. When his gaze lingered on my cock, my toes curled and my spine tingled; I had no idea what he planned to do with me, but Jesus Christ, I wish he’d get to it.
Except this was hot, too. Here was this absolutely stunning and much-younger man, this sculpted athlete who could’ve had anyone he wanted, visibly hard himself and drinking in the sight of me like he had no idea where to start.
“When we’re back in B.C.,”he’d told me a moment ago,“and we have a night away from both our teams… fuck, Jack, I’m going to do so many filthy things to you.”
“Devon…” His name rolled off my tongue. I didn’t even know if I was pleading for him to do something, or if I just needed to say his name because on some level, I still couldn’t believe we were here. Both, maybe.
At the sound of his name, his eyes flicked toward mine, and he smiled. “I definitely should have brought my toys.” He swept his gaze over me again, fondling himself through his jeans as he did. “So many things I want to do.”
“Yes, please,” I breathed.
He licked his lips again. Then he glanced down at the terrycloth belt in his hand again, and the smile turned to a grin.Gazing at me with wicked eyes, he said, “Remember when I made you jack off without coming?”
I bit back a moan of both arousal and frustration. “Which time?”
Devon gave an evil little laugh as he climbed onto the bed beside me. “Exactly. Arms up above your head.”
I obeyed, and he wound the belt around my wrists. Not tightly, but enough I’d have to work at it to get a hand free. This being a hotel bed with a solid headboard, there was nothing to tie themto, but a sharp order of, “Don’t move your hands until I untie you” was as good as a pair of iron cuffs. I wasn’t going anywhere until he told me otherwise. The bondage was more symbolic than anything—not like when he’d wrapped his ropes around me—but I loved it. Just being immobilized by his words was exhilarating.
The fact that I couldn’t easily free my hands still sent a ripple of fear down my spine. There was still that knowledge that if I suddenly wanted to get loose, I’d have to fight to get a hand out was enough to make my skin prickle as adrenaline rose in my system. Irrational, maybe, but that claustrophobic feeling didn’t need a rational reason to elbow its way in.
A warm hand ran down my arm, the sensation both ticklish and soothing. “You all right?”
I nodded. “Y-yeah.” Beat. “Yes, Sir.”
He smiled down at me. “Good. Color?”
I gave myself a second to really consider the question, but I didn’t imagine he was any more surprised than I was when I whispered, “Green, Sir.”
“Very good.”
His hand continued down my arm, then my chest, and as his fingertips danced along my abs, I gasped. My erection had flagged a little while I’d been getting used to being tied,but it was very quickly coming back to life as his fingers drifted closer.
“If we hadn’t just eaten,” he said, “I’d ride your dick and refuse to let you come.”
“Fuck,” I whispered.
He laughed. “That would be torture, wouldn’t it? Especially when I came all over your chest?”
