No Good Deed - Marie Sexton Page 0,25

the exam room, and his bedroom was already too small and cramped.

Jonas grinned at him. “Sounds like a damned good reason to move. Like, right this minute, if possible.”

Two deep drawers comprised the lower half the armoire, and Jonas opened the top one first. It was all about restraint—rope, handcuffs, a humbler, and lots of leather.

“Yes,” Jonas said, sorting through it. “Yes, yes, yes. Any of these. I love being trapped.”

“Well, there’s some good news,” Charlie said.

Jonas opened the bottom drawer, which was all leather—vests, harnesses, chaps, and couple of hats.

“Oh, my God, yes.” Jonas pulled out a pair of chaps and held them up to Charlie, his eyes wide.

“Want me to put them on?”

“Yes, sir.”

Charlie turned his back while he did it, still uncomfortable with Jonas seeing him completely naked under the room’s bright light. He put on the chaps with nothing underneath. He added a vest to help hide his middle, and a pair of heavy boots. When he turned around, Jonas was naked on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his hands. He sat up when he saw Charlie, eyeing Charlie from head to toe, naked lust in his eyes. It’d been a long time since anybody had looked at Charlie like that, and he had to admit, it did wonders for his ego.

“Jesus, Charlie,” Jonas said, his voice husky. “Please tell me you’re going to fuck me wearing those.”

“You better believe it.”

He took one more thing out of the cabinet first—a meter-long metal bar with cuffs at each end. Jonas didn’t even glance at it as Charlie approached the bed. He put his hands on Charlie’s hips and glanced up at Charlie through his lashes, waiting for an order. Undoubtedly expecting to be told to suck Charlie’s cock. But that wasn’t an order Charlie was likely to give. Not that he didn’t enjoy blow jobs, but he’d much rather give them than receive them.

“Scoot back on the bed and lie down,” Charlie said.

Surprise flashed in Jonas’s eyes, but he did as instructed. The spreader bar had thick leather cuffs at each end. Charlie buckled them around Jonas’s ankles. Jonas’s wrists could be cuffed either to the middle of the bar or the ends. Charlie opted for the latter. It left Jonas with his knees spread high and wide and his hands trapped.

“How’s that?” Charlie asked.

He already knew the answer though. Jonas was already panting impatiently, his cock at attention. “Perfect, sir.”

“Good.” The great thing about the bar was that Charlie could change his angle of approach by pulling the bar or toward him or pushing it upward, toward Jonas’s chest. “When your orgasm gets too close, you say ‘wait,’ got it?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Don’t hold off until it’s too late. As soon as it’s close, you say ‘wait.’”

“I will, sir.”

“Good boy.”

Charlie sprawled on the bed, his face between Jonas’s thighs. After having sex last night and again this morning, Jonas’s groin had a thick, musky odor, and Charlie leaned close, nuzzling the flesh of Jonas’s scrotum, breathing deep. He loved that smell. He could have brought himself to orgasm just lying there, humping his hips against the bed with his nose buried in Jonas’s flesh.

But he intended to make things last quite a bit longer than that.

He pushed Jonas’s thighs up so he could get to Jonas’s rim. He attacked Jonas mercilessly, sucking and licking and penetrating. If there was anything better than the smell of a man’s groin, it was hearing men whimper and moan as Charlie used his mouth on them. He fucked Jonas with his tongue over and over until Jonas was panting and begging.

“Sir. Please. Please, please, please.”

Only then did Charlie move up to taste Jonas’s scrotum, sucking Jonas’s testicles into his mouth one at a time, rolling them against the roof of his mouth. Then he moved up farther, along the shaft of Jonas’s cock to circle its tip before finally sucking him in deep.

Jonas groaned, the sound coming from somewhere deep in his throat as Charlie sucked him, working his cock over and over until Jonas gasped out, “Wait, sir! Charlie. Wait wait wait!”

Charlie pulled away, and Jonas’s groan of frustration made him laugh. “I can stop if you want.”

“No! God, no. Sir. Please. I’m sorry. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop…”

Charlie laughed again and put his tongue back to work on Jonas’s entrance. What drove Charlie more than anything was sound. It was the one thing about Taylor he appreciated—how much noise he made. Jonas was no different. Charlie