Page 123 of Tamed (The Courtside King Duology 1)

Kai’s thumbs grazed his nipples.

Breck stifled a groan. Shit, that felt good.

Kai did it again, quickly turning said nipples into rock-hard nubs

Breck bit his lip, eyes rolling back. Those thumbs were heaven.

“So handsome and little,” Kai mused. “If I were to play, I would play with these.”

Another graze. Breck fought a shiver.

“Extend your tongue.”

Breck stilled. My tongue?

Kai laughed. “Just do it.” He sounded amused.

And damn if that sultry little sound didn’t drive Breck wild.

Insides thrumming, he opened and slid out his tongue.

Kai dragged something down it. Something small, with a circular surface. Hollow in the middle. Made of acrylic or something. Then just like that, it was off his tongue and pressing over his areola.

Breck jerked again. More unexpected contact.

“This is a nipple toy,” Kai murmured. “I used your saliva to strengthen the seal.”

The seal? Breck wondered what kind of nipple toys needed that.

Kai’s free hand reached across Breck’s chest, presumably to help out with said mysterious gadget. Breck felt a pull, like a suction cup stretching his nipple. He shifted against the sensation. It pulled him tauter. Then tauter still. Then finally the quiet little sound of a snap. Like Kai had closed a cap or something and locked things up. Which, in turn, held Breck’s nipple in its extended state. His muscle twitched, the sensation strange.

Kai moved to his other pec. “These increase blood flow and enhance sensitivity.”

No kidding. Breck felt more sensitive already. Something that, in truth, he’d never experienced before. He never paid attention to his nipples. Nor had anyone else, for that matter. More uncharted territory on top of the bondage.

Kai’s hands dropped to Breck’s sides. “Shall we begin?”

Breck’s pulse kicked up a notch. He gave a nod. “Lead the way.”

Kai chuckled, “Oh, I plan to.”

Breck fought a smile. “I—”

“Shh, jeja.” Kai pressed a finger to his lips.

Breck rolled his eyes but played along. For now, he would bide his time.

Kai shifted on his footstool, moving closer. Then his warm hands settled casually atop Breck’s thighs. Slowly, they roamed down to his knees, skimming over the rope, then eased back up. He repeated the action down the outside of Breck’s thighs. Every nerve ending thrummed at his sensual touch. His hands slid over Breck’s knees and leisurely made their way back up, all teasing the sensitive skin of Breck’s inner thighs.

Breck held his breath as they lazily roamed higher until, finally, Kai’s fingers nearly brushed his junk. Just millimeters away. Breck’s boner pulsed. He bit his lip. But to his relief—and utter disappointment—no contact was made.

Instead, Kai drifted his fingers up his groin—Breck’s whole body tightened—then meandered them higher to his hips. Languidly exploring Breck’s skin amidst his carefully crafted web.

His touch was different now, though, compared to earlier, when he’d methodically been trussing Breck up. That contact had been solely fingers working with rope. Testing knots, checking for tightness, straightening binds. Now, however, it felt as if they’d completely switched bandwidths and no longer even registered the rope. The only thing showing up on their radar, all Breck’s smooth, naked skin.

Kai slid his hands around back and palmed Breck’s ass, his thumbs brushing the sides, his pinkies grazing that wicked G-string running the length of Breck’s crack. Breck clenched in reaction—which promptly jostled those happy knots. He stifled a curse. Those little fuckers were way too stimulating. Just the pair of them alone could keep a guy hard indefinitely.

At the moment, though, Kai’s hands were proving just as stimulating. They’d migrated lower and were now tracing the pads of his toes. Tormenting him with the faintest touch. He groaned. Shifted on his heels. Shook his head.

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