Roped (22 page)

“We’ve got two weeks to furnish and stock the rooms and bar, but I think we’ve got plenty of time to finish. We better,” Blake chuckled. “I think Ty is ready to string me up.”

“I’d pay to see that,” Jamie laughed.

Blake wasn’t a big guy, slightly above average in height, lean muscles. Ty, while shorter than Blake, was much broader in the chest and shoulders, yet as Jamie was learning quickly, size had nothing to do with dominance. Blake had an air about him that was pure alpha male. He didn’t talk the bullshit most guys who thought they were alphas did. Blake didn’t have to. He was confident without being overly cocky, and he simply commanded respect.

“Not gonna happen,” Blake told him with absolute sureness. He patted Jamie on the back. “Keep up the good work and feel free to test your work,” he said, glancing up at the steel loops in the ceiling. Blake must have noticed the stunned look on Jamie’s face because he added, “Where do you think Bobby got the safety tips he gave you? Enjoy!” And with that, Blake stepped out of the room without waiting for Jamie’s reply.

Jamie stared at the doorway long after Blake disappeared. He’d been a little shocked at first, but surprisingly, it didn’t really bother him that Blake knew about his and Tek’s meeting with Tackett, Bobby, and Rig. Everyone within the walls of the club seemed to accept everyone, which was one of the main reasons Jamie felt so at peace there. He didn’t have to pretend to be something he wasn’t, and no one asked him prying questions about his past. It was kind of cool.

Jamie studied his handiwork in the ceiling. His body heated as he imagined Tek suspended from the rings. Blake was right. A good handyman always tested the strength of his work. With a grin on his face, he pulled his cell from his pocket and hit the speed dial.

After the third ring, Rig answered. “Hello?”

“Hey, Rig, it’s Jamie.”

“Hi! How ya doing?”

“I’m good, thanks.” Jamie glanced up once again at the ceiling, his smile growing mischievous. “I’m hoping you can give me some advice on where to get some supplies.”

T
EK
WALKED
into the darkened private club. After being out in the frigid New York temperatures, the blast of heat felt good on his cold face.

“Jamie, you in here?” Tek called out. He cupped his hands together and blew into them, trying to heat them up.

“Back here,” Jamie called from one of the side rooms.

Jamie had called him earlier, sounding like a little kid. He was excited about the work he’d completed in the club and couldn’t wait to show it off. Jamie was just too fucking cute when he was fired up about something. So, as much as Tek hated the cold, he’d bundled up and trudged his way over—on his day off, no less—to check out Jamie’s handiwork. Tek shrugged out of his jacket and laid it on one of the workmen’s tables and then made his way to the only room with a light on.

“Hey—” Whatever else Tek might have been going to say was forgotten as he spotted Jamie standing in the middle of the room. He was dressed in tight black leather pants and nothing else. Wrapped around his left wrist was a thick black nylon rope. He was stroking the other end with his other hand. Tek’s pulse quickened at the sight of his man dressed like that, showing off all those luscious muscles.

“Shut the door and lock it,” Jamie commanded. Tek didn’t even hesitate, did exactly as Jamie asked without ever taking his eyes from him. “Now strip,” Jamie ordered as soon as the door was locked.

“What the hell have you got up your sleeve?” Tek asked suspiciously, but he began unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt. Tek cocked his head. “And where in the hell did you get those pants?”

“You like ’em?” Jamie asked, ignoring Tek’s first question as he continued to run his hand along the rope.

“They’re fucking hot,” Tek assured him and waggled his brows lewdly.

“Thanks,” Jamie responded, pushing his chest out, preening a little. “Rig hooked me up. Now will you strip already? Sheesh,” Jamie complained.

Tek pulled his shirt off. After scanning the room and seeing nowhere to hang it, he let it drop to the floor. Tek bent and untied his tennis shoes and looked up at Jamie as he pulled them off. “Are you going to let me hold that rope while you pry those tight pants off?” Jesus, the things he could do to Jamie while he was bound. Naughty things. Things that would drive his lover out of his mind with lust. He’d been thinking about it ever since Jamie first mentioned ropes. Dreamed about it constantly. The fantasies kept getting hotter and hotter ever since Jamie had tied him to the couch. Now seeing Jamie with the black rope in his hands and dressed in leather, Tek was instantly hard and his skin tingled with anticipation of fulfilling some of his naughty dreams.

“Nope.”

“What do you mean, nope?” Tek countered as he pulled off his socks and tossed them and the shoes aside.

“Just what I said.” Jamie smirked. “Nope.”

“If you say nope one more time, I’m going to spank your ass.” A drop of sweat rolled down Tek’s spine, and he shuddered. He’d gone from freezing his ass off to being cooked alive within minutes. “Why the hell is it so hot in here?” Tek complained.

“Wanted to make sure you wouldn’t be cold, since I plan on having you naked for a while.” It was Jamie’s turn to cock his head and study Tek for a moment. “Are you going to bitch about everything tonight?” Under his breath he muttered, “Should have gotten a gag.”

Tek heard it and rolled his eyes at Jamie without commenting on the jest. Tek slid out of his pants and boxers and added them to the pile of discarded clothes. Now he just had to figure out how to get Jamie out of his pants and the rope out of his hands.
Shouldn’t be too hard
, he thought. He was very, very good at distracting Jamie. After knowing each other since birth, Tek knew all Jamie’s weaknesses.

“So,” Tek said conversationally. “Shall I assume the position?” He slid his hands behind his back and clasped them above his ass. He jutted his hips out, putting his erect cock on display.

Jamie eyed him suspiciously as he went to turn down the heat. Tek could tell Jamie was stubbornly refusing to look down any farther than Tek’s eyes by the way his jaw was clenched and the fact that he wasn’t blinking. That was fine with Tek. Jamie would eventually step up close enough for Tek to get his hands on him. For the moment Tek stood naked as a jaybird, swaying his hips. Trolling.

“It’s not going to work,” Jamie said knowingly as he moved back in front of Tek just out of his reach. He twirled the rope in his hand, holding Tek’s gaze. “Turn around and keep your hands clasped.”

“I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about. What won’t work?” he questioned innocently and added more swing to his hips, swaying back and forth seductively, his hard cock bobbing as he moved.

“Uh-huh. Sure, you don’t,” Jamie remarked. “I can see it in your eyes you’ve got something up your sleeves, and I’m telling you. It won’t work. Now, assume the position.”

“Nothing up my sleeve.” Tek brought his hands to the front and held them up for Jamie’s inspection. “See. I don’t even have any sleeves.”

Jamie took a step back and narrowed his eyes. “Dammit, Tek, would you stop it? I spent all afternoon setting this up. The least you could do is play along,” Jamie complained and pushed his bottom lip out.

It was an honest-to-god real pout, which looked totally ridiculous on his big beefy lover, and Tek had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing. “Alright, fine,” Tek conceded. He turned and clasped his hands once again behind his back.

Tek had no sooner turned around than Jamie pounced, grabbed Tek’s hands in a tight grip, and leaned in close to Tek’s ear. “Obviously, my pout is more effective than your trolling,” Jamie chuckled.

“Bastard,” Tek grunted indignantly.

“Aww, don’t be a sore loser, babe,” Jamie teased as he wound the rope around Tek’s right wrist. “I obviously know your weaknesses better than you know mine,” he said against the side of Tek’s neck and then kissed the sensitive spot just below Tek’s ear.

Tek started to utter a snappy comeback, but Jamie spun him and smashed their lips together and short-circuited Tek’s brain with a blistering kiss. Tek moaned into Jamie’s mouth as his hard shaft came in contact with the soft leather pants. The material was cool against his heated flesh and he thrust his hips, looking for more of the tantalizing friction.

“You’re so easy,” Jamie said against Tek’s lips when the kiss ended.

“Only for you,” Tek reminded him breathlessly.

“Damn right,” Jamie affirmed. “How does that feel? Not too tight?”

Tek opened and closed his hand a couple of times, testing the rope. It was secure, felt good against his skin. “No,” he said, voice thick with growing arousal, and shook his head.

It still surprised him how quickly he could go from trying to outsmart Jamie to becoming passive, and he allowed Jamie to attach the rope to the rings in the ceiling and pull his arm over his head. He watched Jamie carefully as his lover lifted Tek’s other arm and wound the rope around it. It was part of what made their sex so much fun. The playful battles between them to see who would end up with the upper hand kept it new and fresh and smoking hot.

“How’s that?” Jamie questioned when he was done securing Tek’s other arm.

Once again, Tek opened and closed his hand, testing the strength of the ropes. “I think you got me,” Tek surmised with a grin and pecked Jamie on the cheek.

Jamie’s smile turned brilliant. “Oh and the wicked things I’m going to do to you now that you’re mine.”

Jamie walked over to the far wall and bent to retrieve another rope. Tek watched him, Jamie’s muscles flexing and rolling with each movement. Everything about the man ignited Tek’s passion, and he licked his lips when Jamie went to his knees in front of him. Tek couldn’t help but sway his hips seductively at Jamie.

“Any of those wicked things you’re brewing up involve you staying in that position?” Tek asked hopefully. Those lips had wrapped around his dick so many times, and yet Tek could never get enough of that warm mouth and talented tongue.

“Maybe,” Jamie said with a shrug as he wrapped the rope around Tek’s ankle, secured it to the floor, and did the same with the other. “Now that’s what I call a work of art,” Jamie commented and sat back on his calves as he took in Tek’s body with an appreciative expression on his face.

Tek’s legs were only shoulder-width apart, but the rope was tight enough to keep him from going up on his toes, nor could he move them in either direction. Like the binds around his wrists, they weren’t too tight, yet he was acutely aware of them. He liked the sensation. More so, he loved the look on his lover’s face and his position.

“I’m your canvas to paint,” Tek replied lewdly.

Jamie stroked his knuckles up and down Tek’s thigh and then leaned in and pressed his lips to it. “I’m sure I won’t be the only one doing some painting,” he said against Tek’s flesh.

Goose bumps bloomed across Tek’s skin as the tingling sensation from Jamie’s warm breath and soft lips rushed through him.

“But not yet,” Jamie added, his voice a little deeper, rougher. He then slid his palm over Tek’s other thigh before kissing it as well. “You can’t come until I tell you.”

“Well, he sort of has a mind of his own,” Tek snorted.

“This might help him change his mind,” Jamie announced and pulled a small black string the size of a shoelace from his pocket and held it up.

Tek studied the lace and gave Jamie a questioning glare. “What are you going to—” Jamie looped it around Tek’s nuts. “Hey, wait,” Tek sputtered. “That’s some delicate equipment you’re messing with.”

“I know,” Jamie purred and kissed the head of Tek’s cock. His tongue lapped at the precum seeping from the slit.

Tek watched Jamie eagerly lick at the engorged head as he gently wound the string around Tek’s sac snuggly and then around the base of his cock. “You…. Damn that feels good…. You sure that’s safe?”

“Of course,” Jamie assured him, his lips brushing along the length of Tek’s cock as he spoke. “I’d never do anything to damage this.” He followed back up the same path of his lips with tongue.

Tek was too consumed by pleasure to care that his cock was now bound. He liked the way it caused his erection to grow impossibly harder and throb. Or maybe that was due more to seeing Jamie on his knees with his mouth on him, but either way, he really liked the way heat fused through him and ignited his nerve endings. He rocked his hips, the pleasure intensifying.

“God, Jamie. Suck me,” Tek moaned as the throbbing increased. “Stop teasing.”

Jamie looked up at Tek, his blue eyes full of lust mingling with a hint of mischief as he swirled his tongue around the head of Tek’s cock. “I’m not teasing. I’m building the anticipation,” he corrected. “You always said it was half the fun.”

Tek shifted in his restraints.
Shit!
He wanted to grab Jamie’s hair and force his head down on Tek’s straining erection. The ropes were both stimulating and frustrating as hell in equal measures. Instead, he could only stand there as Jamie continued to lightly lick at Tek’s cock and moan as he tried to find a balance with the conflicting sensations and needs. For long moments, Tek’s voice was too thick, brain too scattered to form proper words. And then he didn’t need words, didn’t need to beg or complain because Jamie was swallowing him down, his throat contracting around Tek’s dick as he swallowed.

“Ah, fuck! That’s it, Jamie. Just like that.”

Tek thrust gently against Jamie. It was impossible to not move as Jamie began to suck him in earnest. His dark head bobbed as moaning and slurping sounds poured from Jamie while he feasted on Tek’s cock. Seeing Jamie like this only added to the eroticism, and he thrust harder, wanting, needing more as the fire within his belly raged to an inferno.

“Damn I love to watch you suck me off,” Tek praised huskily. “Almost as much as I love feeling it.”

Tek gasped as Jamie took him deep into his throat again, swallowing around the head several times until Tek felt his orgasm rush down his spine. “Ja…. Oh fuck…. Jamie, I’m gonna….”

Jamie jerked back and fisted Tek’s cock, making him whimper at the near-painful grip. “Not yet,” Jamie growled, his voice sounding raw.