Unspoken Vow (Steele Brothers 2)

“I want you inside me,” I challenge.

“Dammit. I was gonna defy whatever you wanted just to prove who’s really the one in charge, but I can’t say no to that.”

“So, I win.”

“By default. Roll over and show me that hole of yours, because I can’t wait to be inside you.”

“Okay.” I stare up at my restraints. “Umm, how?”

He pulls on one of the straps. “They have a bit of give in them.”

It’s a bit awkward, but I manage to turn over, the straps crossing and bringing my wrists together above my head. There’s not quite enough slack to rest my elbows on the mattress, so I can see my arms tiring easily.

“Butt up,” Anders demands and gives me a small smack.

I wriggle my knees underneath me, putting my ass in the air.

Anders groans. “You look hot tied up.”

“I look hot all the time. It’s like you keep forgetting that.”

“Right. Sorry. How do you feel about rimming?” He reaches for supplies.

“Love giving. Don’t have much experience with receiving.”

“Then you’re in for a treat. And remember your safe words.”

“Green all the way. Like, I’m pretty sure I could get a tramp stamp of that word. I’m that confident in your abilities.”

“Mmm, pressure.”

I don’t want to spook Anders because this is the most relaxed and confident he’s been around me, just like last night while I was tied to the chair.

With me unable to use my hands, he becomes this whole other person. I wonder if this is the Anders he used to be before his attack.

There’s no time to think about that, because the first touch of a finger to my hole has me tensing, but when Anders’ tongue joins it, I relax enough to let him in.

He works me open with his mouth and fingers, going slow.

My arms ache already, my biceps bunching and contracting.

When his fingers inch their way in and press against my prostate, there’s a small sting of pain, a burst of pleasure, frustration from being restrained, and freedom from not being able to do anything to change it. I experience it all.

If he can get me to this level with only his fingers, I can’t wait for his cock.

This is already by far the best anal I’ve ever had, because I can tell Anders cares about me.

Not that the other guys I’ve done this with didn’t, but this part has always felt like a necessity to get to where we need to be than something to enjoy.

Anders takes his time. It’s not rushed, and the need builds with every second that passes.

As Anders pushes his fingers back in faster and harder, bringing me closer and closer, I come way to close to the edge.

“Wait, wait …” Fuck, safe word. “Uh, yellow.”

He slows but doesn’t stop, and I can hear his heavy breathing as he asks, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m about to come.”

“And there’s a problem with that?”

“Yeah. I want your cock.”

“If you insist.” He quickly suits up, and the lube bottle makes that squidgy noise as he adds more. “Definitely ready?”

“So ready.” I’ve never been more ready. My balls ache and my cock is hard and needy. My whole body trembles in anticipation and want.

Anders goes slow when he eases inside. The thick head of his dick stretches and fills me more than his fingers could.

My head lolls to one side, resting on my biceps as my hands cling to the straps connected to the cuffs.

I wait for the awkwardness of needing to adjust, but it’s not like that with Anders. He took so much time and effort to prep me, he glides in and out smoothly, giving me the chance to open up more.

So this is what it’s supposed to be like.

I wonder if I should’ve done this bondage thing sooner or if maybe it’s an Anders thing.

It’s weird to think that being tied up somehow relaxes me, but it does. It gets me out of my head, out of the stresses of my world, and allows me to fixate on one thing—Anders.

And right now, he’s turning me out like nobody’s business, and my body responds in a way it never has during sex before.

Every thrust and every touch of Anders brushing past my prostate has my cock demanding more. My hole accepts him greedily. He’s so hard, I’m going to be feeling it in my ass for days to come, but I don’t even care right now.

Anders picks up his pace, and all I can do is take it.

There’s no wrestling, no playfulness. It goes from sex to primal fucking in the blink of an eye, and I never knew it could be so hot. I definitely never thought I’d be in a place where I’d be begging for it harder.

Anders’ grunts fill my ears, and one of his hands grips my hair tight.

My cock leaks like crazy, and for a split second I think I’m going to come hands-free.