Page 27 of Bet On It

“No! Not until you tell me what your problem is!” Spencer tried to pin Ty to the floor, but Ty bucked his hips, knocking Spencer slightly off to the side. Ty went to roll out from under him, but Spencer pinned him again, this time using the strength of his legs to hold Ty’s down while immobilizing his hands above his head. All of his weight held Ty down, pushing him into the carpet. Damn it, Benny! Not now!

Meeting Spencer’s eyes, the storm still raging inside him, Ty said nothing. The atmosphere was so thick with sexual tension, he found it hard to breathe. They both were panting, staring intensely at each other. Spencer crashed his mouth down on Ty’s, forcing his tongue past Ty’s lips. Ty struggled to hold on to control, finding it more difficult as Spencer began grinding their cocks together. And then Ty moaned. Moaned, for fuck’s sake! Jesus, did he have any fucking willpower at all?

Spencer abruptly pulled away and stood, yanking Ty up with him. “Color.” Not a question, an order.

Goddamn it. You can make this stop. You have the control right now, asshole. “Peachy.” So much for willpower.

“Bedroom. Now,” Spencer growled. The heat in Spencer’s eyes was fierce and intoxicating. He shoved Ty through the doorway to his room, knocking him off balance. Before Ty could steady his legs, Spencer shoved him again, forcing Ty to land on Spencer’s bed. His cock was so hard, the power in Spencer’s voice transporting currents straight to it.

Tugging Ty’s shirt over his head roughly, Spencer pushed him back then grabbed the waistband of his sweats. Everything was happening so fast, and Ty seemed paralyzed to stop it, not that he wanted to. Quickly, Ty was naked and shocked, not really sure what was happening, but Benny was on board.

“You’re so fucking stubborn!” Spencer was angry now. Good!

“Finally showing some fucking emotion about this whole situation!” Ty yelled back.

“Trust me, my emotions have been in this for a whole hell of a lot longer than yours! I knew this was going to be difficult, but I have waited patiently for four fucking years!”

Four years? What the hell is he talking about?

“That’s right, Ty.” Spencer used Ty’s shock to his advantage and grabbed both of his hands, holding them above his head while he grabbed something out of the nightstand. Next thing Ty knew, he was handcuffed to the headboard.

And Spencer was beyond pissed.

Four years?

Spencer was pacing the room now. Ty watched him walk back and forth then go over to his closet. Not knowing what was going to happen next made him anxious and excited at the same time. He’d never seen Spencer this pissed. Well, he wanted a reaction, right? Way to go, Ty! You just succeeded in turning the calmest person you know into a raging lunatic!

Ty couldn’t see Spencer past the closet door. Vulnerable didn’t even begin to explain the way he was feeling right now. It probably should’ve freaked him out, but instead, his cock was so hard it ached.

Walking back into view, Spencer stood there in all his naked glory...and what do you know, there was room for Ty to get even harder. Spencer held something behind his back as he stalked over to the bed, his anger simmering into frustration.

“You know, I thought long and hard before leaving my bedroom door open that night.” Ty felt the color drain from his face as the meaning behind Spencer’s words sunk in. That night… “But once Ray said he was on board with you watching us…”

Ray? Who the fuck is..? Realization dawned. “You mean, the tied-up, begging booty call?”

“The what?” Spencer’s eyebrows drew together.

“Never mind.”

Spencer shook his head in confusion but continued, “As soon as Ray said he didn’t care if you watched, it was game on. I laughed it off every time you claimed you didn’t want to hear about my sex life, but I knew…” Spencer locked his blue eyes on Ty’s. “Deep down, I knew you were curious. I wanted to teach you a lesson, maybe even show you there was nothing wrong with it. All I wanted was for you to see how good it could feel, and I could make it happen.”

Spencer walked along the right side of the bed, stopping next to Ty’s chest. “What I didn’t expect was you rubbing your cock so fast and hard through your jeans, like you were trying to let a fucking genie out of a lamp.”

Ty’s mind was spinning, trying to take it all in. Spencer knew? All this time, he knew. Spencer pulled the flogger out from behind his back, and Ty hissed in a breath when Spencer dragged the flogger down over his body.

“Yeah, I came up with the servant part, but no limits? That suggestion from you was the green light I needed to see if you were really feeling something more. God knows, I was terrified I was wrong about how you were feeling. I had held my tongue for the last four years, keeping inside the way I truly felt.”

The way he truly felt?

“Coming out of the shower that day in my towel, those movies… They were all tests, Ty.” Spencer trailed the flogger back up Ty’s body, making him writhe on the bed.

Ty struggled to understand all Spencer was telling him. He had feelings for Ty? For four years? He’d set this whole thing up and Ty had no clue. Was he really so self-absorbed he didn’t see it?

The flogger came down on Ty’s right shin, not enough to hurt him but enough to pull him out of his daze. “I was so confused,” Spencer continued. “So, I decided to leave the choice up to you. I needed to know you were willingly going through with this whole thing. I would never forgive myself if I felt like I had pressured you. Hence the absolute need for safewords.” Spencer slid the flogger up and down Ty’s right leg. “When you chose door number two, I was sure I’d heard you wrong….I had to have heard you wrong.” Moving the flogger over, he trailed it up Ty’s left leg. “But then you stood up…and put on that loincloth— Jesus Christ, Ty, you looked so sexy. I decided, in that moment, I was going to do anything and everything to make you feel what I was feeling. I was going to make you feel things you never had before, so at the end of the bet, you’d still want more.”

It was exactly how Ty had been feeling for the past two weeks. His thoughts had been consumed with how to make Spencer still want this once the time was up. Hearing Spencer say he wanted that too was a relief.

Ty’s cock jumped as Spencer trailed the leather straps over it, smearing the liquid leaking out of the head along the way. “Then you turned Tracy down. Do you know how hard it was not to tell her to go take her fake tits someplace else? It was on the tip of my tongue.”

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