It was a feeling that was very much mutual.
Rhys was always hot. But naked Rhys? Naked andarousedRhys?
All that ink.
His hard cock.
The cut indents and ridges of his muscles.
His hard cock.
The masculine and insanely sexy hair on his chest that thinned to a trail.
One that led down to his hard cock.
I could’ve looked at him all night, but he was evil enough to order, “Eyes closed, Luna.”
I did it.
Mostly.
“I see you peeking. And that little pout. That mean you don’t like what we’re doing? I could go into the living room and use your panties to jack off, instead.”
I scrunched my eyes closed before he finished issuing the threat.
“That’s what I thought.” It was disorienting to hear his muffled movements, but to not know where he was until he touched me.
A graze of his fingertip down my spine.
His thumb dragging across my lips.
Then somehow on my other side to squeeze my thigh.
The mattress dipped, and then Rhys’s body was curved over mine. His hard-on was nestled between my pussy lips to stretch up my stomach.
So close to where I needed him, yet nowhere near close enough.
“Have I told you how damn obsessed I am with this sweet pussy?” he asked in my ear. His hands wrapped around my upper arms before sliding down to squeeze my wrists and push harder against me.
“Please,” I pleaded.
“Begging won’t work. I won, baby. And I plan on taking my time to enjoy my prize.” He released my wrists.
Only to replace the cuffs of his hands with literal handcuffs.
I rarely let my guard down enough for someone to get the jump on me, but I hadn’t even heard the rattle of the metal before he quickly secured them in place.
Breaking the rules, my lids shot open, and I looked toward the pile of my stuff that was near the closet. It was exactly how I’d left it.
“Don’t worry, they’re not yours,” Rhys reassured, reading my mind. And then his palm cracked down on my ass so hard, it nearly took me off my knees. “Now close your eyes.”
Moving discreetly, I felt around the cuff for the open latch that was usually on the novelty pairs so they could be easily removed. I didn’t feel it. And the pair on me were much heavier than the furry kind.
My chest tightened. “I thought you said these aren’t mine.”
“They aren’t. I’d never take the risk of fuckin’ with your equipment and safety.” He lifted his body from mine. “Doesn’t mean they’re not real.”
That tension that’d left my body returned, but only a bit. “Where’d you get them?”
