I probably startled the neighbors two houses over with the shout of pleasure that ripped out of me. God, Gabe felt unbelievable and unlike anything I had imagined. I’d never had a man with quite his girth and certainly not while bound tightly in a very kinky version of the yoga pose plow.
He leaned over me, sweat beading on his forehead and shoulders. “You okay?”
I took a deep breath. “Yeah. Best time of my life.”
His smile was all tooth. “And I’m not even all the way inside you yet.”
He thrust deeper, and I arched against my bindings with each stroke until he ground his balls against me. I couldn’t tell his moans from mine
“Fuck, Thomas.” He paused, my body trembling around his girth, his length. That glorious burn. So full of Gabe. “You feel so good.”
“You too.” I could only whisper the words.
His chuckle vibrated my entire body. “Sherri’s fucking loss.” He withdrew and slammed into me, and I wasgone. Balls as tight as Gabe’s ropes. Cock aching, nerves screaming each time Gabe pushed back inside. Nothing languid about this. A deep, hard, harsh fuck. God, Ilovedit. Too much, though, because I was damn close to coming.
“Gabe, please. Slow. I can’t . . .”
He didn’t even pause. “Don’t you dare come. I’m not even close to finished with you yet, Thomas.”
That command, those words, wrapped around my throat like a collar. If I could have done more than suck in gasps of air every time he thrust into me, I would have whimpered. I fought against my body, against the desire that whipped inside me as furiously as Gabe’s fucking—and rode that edge. Flew along it, bound by Gabe’s ropes and utterly his. I had no idea how long he pounded me. Minutes? Hours?
Sweet pain with each stroke, pushing me higher and higher, then Gabe altered his rhythm, and I about lost it. Every inch of skin flamed, every tendon stretched like Gabe’s rope against my skin. Goddamn, I was in heaven and about to fall over into oblivion. I wanted—desperately wanted—to obey Gabe. Wasn’t sure I could.
“Fuck!”
I’m not sure which of us spoke. Gabe found my mouth, and there was nothing but harsh breathing, panting, and his tongue against mine. Everything about Gabe was desperate, needy, and hot. I wanted him to consume me, destroy me, then bring me back to life. He groaned, then broke the kiss. “Thomas, come for me.”
My orgasm ripped through me and didn’t seem to end. My vision blurred, turned white, and I probably shouted. Couldn’t tell over Gabe’s cry. He kept moving inside me, pounding as if to get even deeper before he buried himself and collapsed onto my chest.
“Holy hell,” Gabe muttered. He stirred, then pulled out of me. “Jesus. I need to . . .” His words were slurred a bit, his movements uncoordinated. “I’ll untie you. Just need to . . .” His hands trembled as much as his body “. . . come down a bit.”
I ached. Every inch of skin, every muscle hurt, but in a strange, glorious way. If this was the way a flogging felt to someone who actually liked that shit? Well, now I understood. “I’m— I can wait.”
I could, too. Wasn’t long before Gabe had me unbound, throwing the ropes off the bed as he went. Somewhere along the line he tossed the condom too, then crawled back on top of me. “Don’t tell me you’re one of those guys that needs to jump right into the shower after sex.”
I wrapped my arms around him. We were both sweaty and sticky, the air full of the musk, but I didn’t give a damn. Sex was messy, wonderfully so. “No. ’Sides, can’t move.”
He laughed and brushed my hair out of my eyes. “That was incredible. I’m so unbelievably proud of you.”
Warmth ran through me and settled deep in my chest. It had been too damn long since I’d heard those words. Moisture pricked at the corner of my eyes and my throat tightened. “Thanks.”
Gabe’s smile needed to be framed in a museum somewhere. So beautiful. “I should have jumped your bones on your first day.”
I shook my head. “We wouldn’t be here now if you had. I needed . . .” Time. Trust. Friendship. All the things I hadn’t had with Sherri or with Dominik. “I needed to fall in love with my best friend.”
Gabe tangled his limbs around mine. He kissed me with a passion that stole my breath and my heart. When we came up for air, he spoke.
“I’m all yours, Tom.”
