Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
There’s something wrong with me, because despite being here against my will, despite knowing who this man is, I cannot help the arousal making my balls tighten and my cock fill as I feast my eyes on his handsome features and broad chest.
“And by the way, I’m inexperienced, not modest,” I tell him, determined to stand my ground.
My face flames when he pulls down his jeans, revealing muscular thighs and black briefs that tent a little over his package.
When he climbs onto the bed in his underwear, my breath quickens. I’ve never been more aroused in my life. My survival brain has been overridden by sex drive and all I can think about when I stare at him is how badly I want my head between his legs.
He kneels by me, and I didn’t think it was possible for the air between us to become denser with lust, but here we are.
Nico leans over me, one hand by my head, and just as I think he’s going to kiss me, it turns out he’s reaching for the drawer in the night stand on my side.
It’s happening. He’s getting a condom. Or lube. Both?
But… no. Something rattles and he straightens up with a pair of handcuffs.
“Now, let’s get you ready for bed.”
A soft whine leaves my lips. “You’re into that kind of thing?” I ask as my cock sucks blood out of my brain at a rapid pace.
Nico’s eyebrows rise. “What…? No. I mean, yes, but also, no, that’s not what they’re for tonight.” He strokes my cheek and grabs my wrist. “I trust the incriminating evidence you gave me, but there’s only so much risk I can take if I’m to sleep next to you.”
I’m such an embarrassment, but how can I be expected to think straight in a situation like this one? This is the first time I’m in bed with another man, who, by the way, looks like my wet dream, and the adrenaline of knowing his secret identity seems to fuel my fantasies rather than extinguish them. In an alternative world, where Nico is just a fit guy, I’d want him to kiss me. First on the lips, then down my neck as his hand slides into my pajama and holds my painfully stiff prick—
So why does the fantasy morph to him wearing a fucking balaclava and watching me with intense eyes?
Nothing like that is going to happen, nor will I get to make a quick phone call, because when the first cuff closes around my wrist, it’s obvious I won’t be able to slide my hand out.
Fuck.
“Sweet dreams,” Nico says and gives me a kiss… on the fucking forehead?
He then lies down under the thick comforter, and closes his eyes, peaceful as a baby while I stew in my horny juices, dick as hard as a damn candy cane.
With the lights off and my arms cuffed to the headboard, I have no choice but to try willing my erection down, because my host wouldn’t have built a pillow wall between us if he wanted to unleash his lust on my restrained and defenseless body.
Typical, just typical. First, he teases me, then doesn’t even follow up on his unspoken threats. The part of me that wanted him to itched for an excuse to go with it, but he gave me blue balls instead.
His breathing evens out, until I’m certain he’s asleep, but dreams refuse to claim me too, so I stare at the ceiling, bathed in the warm scent clinging to the sheets. I’m about to drift off when Nico moves on the other side of the partition between us, and I consider if I really want him to molest me after all, but when his arm slams my ribs, and a soft snore comes from his direction, I know the night is lost.
Chapter 9
Nico
When I wake up after my four hours sleep, I get so excited to find myself hugging Blake I have to remove myself from the bed before I can do something I’ll regret. Fortunately, my precious captive sleeps through me untangling myself, as if he’s a hibernating bear.
Even though I need to deal with my hard-on in the shower, I still start the day on a positive note simply because he’s here, in my bed, after a lovely dinner date and some sizzling flirting. He can play hard to get all he wants, but I noticed his excitement, his flush, and even though he hit me and tried to run away, before that, our kiss was real.
I’m an understanding guy, I can see that he’s under a lot of pressure. He’s found out that someone is after him, which has to be extremely stressful, and he doesn’t know me that well yet. I’ll need to reassure him, prove to him how worth his time I am and that he doesn’t need to be afraid of me. All the other inconveniences will be sorted out.