a bulky knot. Pete eyed his work critically. It wouldn’t have held a true prisoner but it worked just fine for his compliant captive.
Circling his arms around Trevor’s waist, Pete unbuttoned his jeans and then eased the zipper down. He worked the other man’s jeans and underwear over his hips and down his legs, crouching to free his feet from his shoes and socks. Trevor stepped free of the fabric crumpled around his ankles and stood naked and gorgeous, looking ten feet tall from Pete’s crouched position.
As he stood up, Pete trailed his hands up Trevor’s calves, behind his knees and along the backs of his thighs, feeling the solid columns of his legs beneath lightly furred skin. When he cupped the firm ass cheeks, Pete felt Trevor shudder under his touch. He squeezed his two handfuls of hard muscle, drawing a groan from Trevor. Reluctantly releasing Trevor’s tempting ass, Pete swept aside the silky fall of hair so he could lick the other man’s bent neck. He scraped his teeth over the muscle sloping down to Trevor’s shoulder, loving the size and the strength of him, especially as he stood bound in front of him. Pete could do whatever he wanted with this muscled, beautiful ideal of a man.
Wrapping his arms around Trevor’s chest, he played with his nipples. Trevor pushed his ass back, grinding against the stiff cock behind him. Pete stilled his hips with a gentle hand.
“Stay right here,” he ordered, unable to resist a final pinch of Trevor’s erect nipples. Trevor grunted, jerking under the sharp squeeze.
“Again,” Trevor demanded.
“Giving orders?” Pete asked silkily. “I should leave you here just like this all night for that.” He had no intention of carrying out his threat—it would punish him as much as Trevor.
“No sir,” Trevor backtracked. “Sorry. Please do that again, sir.”
“This?” The pinch was even harder this time but Trevor surged beneath the rough touch.
“Yes,” Trevor hissed.
“Now stay,” he repeated. “Don’t move.” It was harder than Pete had expected to walk away, even though he knew if was just for a minute. He glanced back when he reached the bottom of the stairs and had to stop and admire the image of Trevor, hugely 61
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erect, hands behind his back, his loose hair wild, his eyes narrow and hot, standing obediently where he’d been left.
Pete took the stairs three at a time. When he’d packed the condoms and lube in his suitcase, he’d called himself all kinds of fool for thinking he’d get any action in Honeysuckle. Now, though, he was hugely grateful for his flash of optimism. Grabbing the supplies, he descended the stairs, almost unable to believe his luck when Trevor came into view, still in the same position, still with the same hungry, defiant glare. Pete stalked up to him, stopping just inches away, and dropped the condoms and lube at their feet. Trevor’s gaze wavered and fell.
“Good boy,” Pete murmured, cupping his jaw and turning Trevor’s face to his. “So obedient.” He leaned in and kissed him. It was sweet and gentle for only a second before Pete took over the other man’s mouth, demanding entrance. Pete held Trevor’s head in both hands, controlling the angle and force of the kiss. He nibbled at Trevor’s lips, holding him back when Trevor tried to push forward, to deepen the kiss again. Pete pulled his head away.
“Behave,” he said sternly. Even as Trevor nodded, his hips were pressed against Pete’s, rubbing their stiff cocks together. The heat of Trevor’s erection against his made him go hot and cold with pleasure, but Pete fought for control.
“Turn around,” he commanded, his voice ragged. Trevor paused, his expression torn. His hips jerked, whether voluntarily or not, Pete didn’t know, but the result was the same. Seizing his upper arms, he whirled Trevor around and propelled him forward until Pete had flattened him against the wall.
Yanking at the shirt twisted around Trevor’s wrists,
Circling his arms around Trevor’s waist, Pete unbuttoned his jeans and then eased the zipper down. He worked the other man’s jeans and underwear over his hips and down his legs, crouching to free his feet from his shoes and socks. Trevor stepped free of the fabric crumpled around his ankles and stood naked and gorgeous, looking ten feet tall from Pete’s crouched position.
As he stood up, Pete trailed his hands up Trevor’s calves, behind his knees and along the backs of his thighs, feeling the solid columns of his legs beneath lightly furred skin. When he cupped the firm ass cheeks, Pete felt Trevor shudder under his touch. He squeezed his two handfuls of hard muscle, drawing a groan from Trevor. Reluctantly releasing Trevor’s tempting ass, Pete swept aside the silky fall of hair so he could lick the other man’s bent neck. He scraped his teeth over the muscle sloping down to Trevor’s shoulder, loving the size and the strength of him, especially as he stood bound in front of him. Pete could do whatever he wanted with this muscled, beautiful ideal of a man.
Wrapping his arms around Trevor’s chest, he played with his nipples. Trevor pushed his ass back, grinding against the stiff cock behind him. Pete stilled his hips with a gentle hand.
“Stay right here,” he ordered, unable to resist a final pinch of Trevor’s erect nipples. Trevor grunted, jerking under the sharp squeeze.
“Again,” Trevor demanded.
“Giving orders?” Pete asked silkily. “I should leave you here just like this all night for that.” He had no intention of carrying out his threat—it would punish him as much as Trevor.
“No sir,” Trevor backtracked. “Sorry. Please do that again, sir.”
“This?” The pinch was even harder this time but Trevor surged beneath the rough touch.
“Yes,” Trevor hissed.
“Now stay,” he repeated. “Don’t move.” It was harder than Pete had expected to walk away, even though he knew if was just for a minute. He glanced back when he reached the bottom of the stairs and had to stop and admire the image of Trevor, hugely 61
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erect, hands behind his back, his loose hair wild, his eyes narrow and hot, standing obediently where he’d been left.
Pete took the stairs three at a time. When he’d packed the condoms and lube in his suitcase, he’d called himself all kinds of fool for thinking he’d get any action in Honeysuckle. Now, though, he was hugely grateful for his flash of optimism. Grabbing the supplies, he descended the stairs, almost unable to believe his luck when Trevor came into view, still in the same position, still with the same hungry, defiant glare. Pete stalked up to him, stopping just inches away, and dropped the condoms and lube at their feet. Trevor’s gaze wavered and fell.
“Good boy,” Pete murmured, cupping his jaw and turning Trevor’s face to his. “So obedient.” He leaned in and kissed him. It was sweet and gentle for only a second before Pete took over the other man’s mouth, demanding entrance. Pete held Trevor’s head in both hands, controlling the angle and force of the kiss. He nibbled at Trevor’s lips, holding him back when Trevor tried to push forward, to deepen the kiss again. Pete pulled his head away.
“Behave,” he said sternly. Even as Trevor nodded, his hips were pressed against Pete’s, rubbing their stiff cocks together. The heat of Trevor’s erection against his made him go hot and cold with pleasure, but Pete fought for control.
“Turn around,” he commanded, his voice ragged. Trevor paused, his expression torn. His hips jerked, whether voluntarily or not, Pete didn’t know, but the result was the same. Seizing his upper arms, he whirled Trevor around and propelled him forward until Pete had flattened him against the wall.
Yanking at the shirt twisted around Trevor’s wrists,
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