I scramble to obey, climbing onto my mattress and positioning myself as instructed, arms stretched above me. Gray picks up his tie from where he set it on the dresser, approaching the bed with measured steps.
“Wrists together,” he commands.
I press my wrists together, watching with wide eyes as he wraps the silk tie around them. He checks the knot carefully, making sure it’s secure but not too tight. “Can you feel your fingers?”
I nod, testing the restraint. It’s snug but not painful, more symbolic than truly restrictive. I could probably get free if I really tried. But I don’t want to try. I want to be exactly where Gray has put me.
He steps back, shedding the rest of his clothes with efficient movements. He stands at the foot of my bed, completely naked now except for his dog tags. The sight of him steals my breath—all hard muscle and toned skin, his cock standing proud from a nest of dark hair.
He climbs onto the bed, settling between my legs, pushing them wider with his hands. “You’ve been so good.”
The praise makes my cock jump against my stomach, leaking precum onto my skin. Gray notices, a small smile curving his lips. “You like that, don’t you? Being told you’re good.”
I nod, beyond words now, beyond anything but need and want and the desperate desire to please him.
Gray lowers his head, but not to my cock as I expect. Instead, he nuzzles against my inner thigh, his stubble rough against the sensitive skin. The contrast of sensation—soft lips, scratchy beard—makes me gasp, my back arching off the bed.
He works his way higher, purposely avoiding where I most want his mouth. His hands grip my thighs, keeping them spread wide for his exploration. When he reaches the crease where thigh meets groin, he pauses.
“Gray,” I plead, unable to help myself. “Please.”
“Please isn’t an answer.” His mouth ghosts over my skin. “Tell me exactly what you need.”
“Your mouth,” I gasp. “I need your mouth on me.”
Gray hums against my skin. “Where? Here?” He places a light kiss on my hipbone. “Or here?” His tongue darts out to lick at my balls, making me jerk against my restraints.
“Everywhere,” I pant. “Anywhere. Just please—”
He chuckles, the sound dark and satisfied, before suddenly flipping me onto my stomach. The movement is so swift, so controlled, that I barely have time to register it before I’m facedown on the mattress, my bound wrists now stretched in front of me, my ass exposed to the cool air of the room.
“Gray?” I ask, uncertainty creeping into my voice for the first time.
“Trust me,” he says, his hands kneading my ass cheeks, spreading them slightly. “If you want me to stop, say ‘red.’ Otherwise, I’m going to make you feel so good, Wyatt. I promise.”
I nod into the pillow, my heart racing with anticipation and a touch of fear. I’ve never been touched like this, never even considered it. But I trust him in a way I’ve never trusted anyone.
His thumbs trace the cleft of my ass, parting me gently. I tense, instinctively trying to close my legs, but Gray’s body between them prevents it.
“Easy,” he murmurs. “You’re safe with me.”
I force myself to breathe, to release the tension in my muscles. Gray rewards me with a soft kiss on my lower back, then another, working his way downward. When his tongue finally makes contact with my hole, I nearly come off the bed.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, the sensation so intense that I can barely process it. Gray’s hands hold me firmly in place as he continues, his tongue circling the tight ring of muscle, occasionally darting inside.
It’s the most intimate thing I’ve ever experienced, more vulnerable than I’ve ever let myself be. I’m making sounds I didn’t know I could make, high and desperate, muffled against the pillow. My cock is trapped beneath me, grinding against the sheets with every helpless thrust of my hips.
Just when I think I can’t take anymore, when I’m right on the edge of coming just from this, Gray pulls back. He flips me over again, and I go willingly, pliant in his hands.
“God, Wyatt,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
Before I can respond, he takes my cock into his mouth, swallowing me down in one smooth movement. The wet heat of his mouth is overwhelming after the teasing of his tongue elsewhere. I cry out, my bound hands coming down to grip his hair.
Gray doesn’t stop me or pull away. He takes me deeper, his throat working around the head of my cock, his hands still spreading my thighs wide. One of his fingers, slick with saliva, circles my entrance, pressing gently but not breaching.
It’s too much. The dual sensation, the sight of Gray’s head between my legs, the knowledge that I’m completely at his mercy. My orgasm builds at the base of my spine, a tidal wave I have no hope of stopping.
“Gray,” I warn, tugging at his hair. “I’m going to—I can’t—”
