“So quiet,” he said, popping open the button of his pants and slowly lowering the zipper. “Do you see anything you like?” When I nodded, Salvatore tsked. “Use your words, Jesse. I want to hear them.”
“Yes. I want to see more.”
Salvatore’s hands stilled on the zipper. “Maybe if you ask nicely.”
“Please?”
“Please, what?”
“Please, Salvatore. Let me see all of you.”
Even from where I was splayed out, I could see the heat flare in Salvatore’s eyes. Then he reached inside his briefs and pulled out his cock, stroking it as he leaned over me on the bed.
“Outside the bedroom, you can call me Tor,” he said, giving his thick length steady pulls through his fist, and it had my own dick dripping with pre-cum. “But when you’re naked and beneath me? Call me Wolfe.” Then he lowered his head, and his tongue came out to swipe a warm, wet path across my cock, licking me clean before he straightened.
My hips bucked up at the loss of his mouth, and a savage smirk crossed Salvatore’s—Wolfe’s face.
Wolfe’s thumbs teased the edge of his briefs, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away, waiting for a glimpse of what would soon be inside me. He slid his pants and briefs down slowly, and when he stepped out and kicked them away, my mouth watered and I arched my back. I’d never needed anyone so desperately in my entire life, and today had been a lesson in restraint. First, in not being able to touch after our heated phone call this morning, and then having to spend the entire evening thinking about this moment right here, right now. I was surprised I hadn’t come just from looking at him.
“So…do you like what you see?” Wolfe asked me again, and this time I didn’t hesitate.
“Yes. I like everything I can see.”
“Would you like a closer look?”
As Wolfe strode up the side of the bed to where the lamp sat, I turned my head on the pillow to follow his path. His stride was steady and purposeful, as though he were fully clothed, and it made me achingly aware that he was just as comfortable out of his clothes as in them.
My eyes traveled over every inch of skin he had on display, and there was a whole lot as he got closer. When he stopped in front of the bedside table and opened a drawer, I lowered my eyes to it, wondering what was inside.
“Curious?” he asked, eyebrow arching.
“Yes.”
Wolfe let his gaze roam down my bound and naked frame, and then his lips curved into a naughty smile. “I like that.”
His short, clipped answers were as effective as if he were issuing an order. As if he already knew all the answers and I knew nothing—which was, in fact, the case. Wolfe reached into the drawer and pulled out a bottle and a couple of square packets, and as he dropped them on the bed and then climbed onto it, my eyes flew up to lock with his.
“While you make a delightful picture lying here as you are, I think there’s something missing.”
With his muscular thighs by my side on the bed, and his thick, veiny cock jutting from a tightly cropped covering of curls, I couldn’t look away even as he spoke. He was so close that if my hands had been free I could’ve touched him, stroked him, sucked him. But that must’ve been his plan all along, to distract me, because before I knew what was happening, Wolfe took hold of my bound wrists and directed them above my head, hooking the belt over a— What the hell?
I tore my eyes away from his body and craned my head back on the pillow, and sure enough I spotted a hook on the headboard.
“There…” Wolfe said in a voice that went straight to my dick as he moved down the bed and straddled my thighs. “Now I can see, touch, and taste all of you. And you can’t run away.”
My chest heaved as I looked up at the man now kneeling over me, and shit, I really hadn’t thought about what being in a bed with Wolfe would be like. Because never in my wildest imagination could I have come up with this. I was completely exposed to this man. One hundred percent at his mercy. Yet as I lay there with my throbbing cock and thundering heart, all I could think was: I want more.
Wolfe picked up the bottle by his leg and snapped open the top, and with each move he made, the more restless I became. A desperate sound left my throat that was somewhere between a moan and a whimper, and I couldn’t keep my hips still to save myself. Please let him touch me. Please let him wrap his slicked-up palm around my dick and touch me. And whoever was listening must’ve decided to put me out of my misery, because Wolfe reached down and wrapped his warm palm around my shaft.