Page 81 of Zero Confusion

The mischievous glint in Miles’s eyes disappeared, replaced by a worried frown. “If it’s too much, you don’t have to go. I’m sure Ray would understand.”

“No, I’ll go.” Zach sighed in resignation. “Better to get it over with, right? I’m going to worry and overthink it, whether it happens in a week or a year.”

“Okay, sweetheart.” Miles’s husky voice fluttered across his skin, setting off an explosion of sparks in Zach’s stomach. With the decision made, he was ready to lose himself in the man sitting next to him. Judging by Miles’s hungry expression, they were on the same page.

“Miles…” He begged without knowing what he was begging for. He trusted Miles to know exactly what both of them needed.

In a flash, Miles grabbed him and tugged him onto his lap. It was disturbing how easily Miles could throw him around and move his body exactly where he wanted it. Zach was deceptively strong, much stronger than his typical hookups, and he wasn’t used to being overpowered. As Miles’s hands circled his waist, he felt almost delicate.

It was intoxicating.

Miles’s cock stiffened under his ass, and he tried to roll his hips, but Miles held him firmly in place until a pleading whimper escaped him.

“I love it when you beg.” Miles planted an open-mouthed kiss on his neck, licking his way up until reaching the sensitive spot behind Zach’s ear. His tongue swirled around before he bit down, causing tingles of pain to reverberate across Zach’s body, waking up every nerve ending along the way.

Rising to his feet, he effortlessly drew Zach up with him. Zach’s legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and he clung on while Miles carried him across the room, then crouched down without letting go. “Is your fun box in the same place?”

“That’s an interesting name for it, Miles. You know you can say ass, right?”

Miles chuckled and playfully slapped his thigh. “Your toy box, brat.”

“It’s in the same spot you left it. I haven’t touched it since,” Zach confessed. “I’ve only slept in the bed once since I’ve been back. Couldn’t bring myself to erase the evidence.”

Miles’s face softened, and he pecked Zach’s cheek with tenderness. “We’ll create more evidence, love. And there will be no sleeping.” He reached under the frame and groped around blindly until he found what he was looking for, then stood up and dropped Zach onto the mattress. Zach bounced on impact and stayed still, waiting for whatever came next.

Miles rooted inside the plastic tote, emerging with cuffs and several coils of rope. Zach’s dick twitched at the idea of being tied up, and Miles’s wicked smirk made it clear he was equally excited.

“Clothes off.”

Zach fumbled to obey, ripping off his shirt and struggling to get his pants and underwear off as quickly as possible. Seconds later, he was back in the same position, fully naked. Miles looked him over slowly, his lustful stare burning into Zach’s skin, making him melt into the mattress.

The fog at the edges of his consciousness took over as Miles restrained him, cuffing his wrists to the headboard and wrapping the smooth ropes around each ankle before tying them to the legs of the bed. His body was on full display—every inch of naked skin spread bare and on offer for Miles, who stepped back and made a satisfied noise.

Zach couldn’t remember ever being this vulnerable with anyone. For all his love of being tied up, no one had ever fully immobilized him until he was completely helpless. The thought made his dick even harder. He loved being at Miles’s mercy.

Miles appeared to love it too.

“My little slut likes showing off.” He sauntered over and dragged a calloused thumb across Zach’s slit, swiping through a drop of precome. “Doesn’t he?” He moved maddeningly slowly, gliding up without breaking eye contact, then hovering the glistening fingertip over Zach’s face.

Zach lunged up and closed his lips around it, licking and sucking the salty skin like the most irresistible treat in the world. Miles pushed in deeper, pressing down on his tongue until saliva flooded his mouth, then pulled out slowly. “Hungry little thing, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Zach whined, vibrating with need. “Please, Miles.”

“What does my sweet little toy need?” Miles smirked, just out of reach, and Zach thrashed against his restraints. He needed to be closer to Miles, needed to touch him, taste him, drown in him. An intense, urgent need consumed him like wildfire, unlike anything he’d ever felt.

Full sentences were beyond him.

“Everything,” he let out breathlessly. “Touch me. Make me yours.”

Miles hummed and kicked off his shoes, then yanked his t-shirt off in one swift motion. Zach’s eyes hungrily roamed around the broad frame—the dusting of hair across the pecs, the hardened nipples he desperately wanted to feel on his tongue, the powerful abs with the beginnings of a happy trail that disappeared under the jeans Miles was unbuttoning at a frustratingly slow pace.

Finally, his hard cock sprang free, jutting upward—as thick and irresistible as Zach remembered. His hole clenched with anticipation, and an impatient groan ripped out of his chest.

He needed that cock inside him.

Now.

Despite Miles’s nonchalance, fire danced in his eyes as he stalked toward Zach. “Patience, my sweet thing,” he tutted, dangling a blindfold from his fingers. “I think this will be a great addition to your outfit, don’t you?”