Coda Books 04 - Strawberries for Dessert (MM)

know I don’t mind. And even if I did mind, it wouldn’t stop you. You’d probably do it just to annoy me.” He still hadn’t relaxed in my arms, but he hadn’t pushed me away yet either. I kissed the back of his head.
    “How long are you staying?”
    “I don’t know yet. As long as you’re here, I guess. I….” He stopped, sounding hesitant, which wasn’t like him at all. “I wanted to see you,” he finally said, and it almost sounded as if he was surprised at his own words.
    “Thank God,” I sighed, “because I haven’t missed you one bit.”
    “I got in a couple of hours ago. I thought you’d be here. I was worried maybe you’d gone out, to the bathhouse, or….” He let his words trail away, as if he hadn’t meant to say them at all.
    I debated telling him that I wanted nobody but him, but I feared it would only make me sound ridiculous. “We had to work late,” I said instead. “It’s not going well. I have to be back in by seven tomorrow.”
    He turned in my arms and looked up at me flirtatiously, although his cheeks were still red. “New York was no fun at all.”
    I leaned down to kiss him, lightly sucking on his lower lip. “What about Raul?” I asked, trying hard to keep my tone light.
    He put his arms around my neck. “Like I said, love,” he whispered against my lips. “No fun at all.”
    I kissed him, and he let me. He tasted like something fruity and sweet, and I realized it was probably five-dollar wine. It only made me want to kiss him more.
    I felt his hands fumbling at my belt, and I gently pushed them away. I took his face in my hands and kissed him again, making sure not to push too much, to allow him to decide how deep it went. But I wanted to keep tasting him. He kissed me back for a moment, but then I felt his hands at my belt again. I grabbed his wrists and pinned them behind his back. His eyes when he looked up at me were huge and wary.
    “Are you really so impatient, or are you trying to make me hold you down again?” I asked.
    He strained against me, his breath shaky. “Yes.”
    I couldn’t help but smile. I held his wrists tighter and bent to kiss him lightly. “Yes to which?” I asked in a whisper before biting gently on his lower lip. He moaned and let himself go limp against me. I shifted both of his thin wrists to one hand. I used the other to unbutton his pants. I slid my hand inside of them, rubbing his swollen dick through the silky fabric of his briefs. “Well?” I whispered against his lips. “Which is it?”
    He made a ragged sound that was almost a laugh. “Both.”
    I pushed him roughly back onto the bed and with one quick motion pulled my tie from around my neck. I climbed on top of him, using my weight to hold him down, and pulled one of his arms toward the headboard.
    “A tie?” he asked, although his voice was thick and breathy.
    “Isn’t that rather cliché, love?”
    I secured the knot around one wrist, looped the tie around one of the posts on the headboard. “It may be,” I told him, “but it’s very effective.” I grabbed his other hand and brought it toward the headboard. I knotted the other end around his wrist. There was about a foot of fabric between his hands, where it looped around the frame of the headboard, so he had some slack to move around in, but it would keep him from being able to rush me.
    I stood up and got rid of the rest of my suit as quickly as I could.
    He watched me in silence, his eyes wide and apprehensive, but the bulge in his pants told me he was turned on as well. I pulled them off of him. It was incredibly arousing, looking down at him, knowing that he was restrained and that I could do whatever I wanted to him, within reason of course. The crazy thing was I didn’t want to do anything rough or domineering. I only wanted more time to touch him and to kiss him. I wondered how many other people had to restrain their partners in order to have more foreplay.
    I moved on top of him so I could look down into his wide eyes.
    “Now,” I said, my voice thick with arousal, “what should I do with you now that I have you tied down?”
    He wrapped his legs around me, pulling me down against him.
    “Fuck me,” he whispered, and I laughed.
    “You’re too impatient. That’s what got you into this, remember?” I teased.
    “Please,” he said, grinding against me.
    “Not yet.” I kissed his neck and his ear. I caressed his hip. I loved the way it seemed to fit against my palm so perfectly. I