Tied in Knots: A Tied Together Novella Read Free Page A

can’t resist the donut.”
    Brandon suggested we change out of our tuxes for the trip. It took a little longer because I couldn’t keep my hands off him when he was taking of his tux. He eventually locked himself in the bathroom to change because he said we’d never make our plane if I continued to grope him and there would be plenty of time for that when we got to our destination.
    After we finished getting ready—and some very hungry kissing—we got a cab and headed to O’Hare. “So where are you whisking me away to?” I asked as I rubbed Brandon’s thigh. He put his hand on top of mine to stop it from going any closer to his crotch. I went for the next attack, which was kissing his neck. He turned his head enough so he could whisper in my ear.
    “Ryan, if you don’t stop. I will zip down my jeans and make you ride me until we get there.”
    “How is that a threat?”
    “Because we’re at the airport, so I can’t make good on the threat.”
    I looked out the window, and sure enough, we had arrived.
    “Damn it, now I have to go through security with a raging boner. I can just see myself being detained by TSA for having a battering ram in my pants.”
    We got out of the cab and made our way into the airport. Before we went to get our boarding passes at the counter, Brandon stopped me. “What is the one place you said you always wanted to go to?”
    I had to think about it. “Shopping in New York.”
    “Think more romantic.”
    “That is romantic. My heart beats deeply for all that designer wear.”
    Brandon closed his eyes and shook his head. “Think romantic for the both of us.”
    “An island in the Caribbean where no one would ever find our decomposing bodies because it’s too small for more than two people?” I brought my fisted hands up to my mouth in excitement.
    “Close enough; we’re going on a cruise.”
    The whole airport had to have heard my screams of delight as I jumped up and down like a kid on Christmas morning. I hugged Brandon tightly and then ran up to the check-in counter to get our new life as Mr. and Mr. started.
    A few hours later, we were settled into our hotel room in Ft. Lauderdale since we wouldn’t be able to board the cruise ship until the next day. I was looking out at the ocean through the hotel window. It was night, but the moon was full and reflected off the water. Strong hands came around my waist, and I felt the heat of Brandon’s chest against my back. He bent his head to kiss my neck, and I tilted my head to the side to give him better access.
    “What are you thinking about, my husband?” he asked in between kisses.
    “I was thinking about how our lives are kind of like the ocean. You can see part of it, but then it disappears into the horizon, and you don’t know what it has in store.”
    “Really? That’s what you were thinking?”
    “No. I was thinking how I want to fill your ass with my throbbing dick. I have major blue balls from you denying me all day.” I twisted around and pushed him back until he fell onto the bed. I crawled over him and pinned his arms above his head. I leaned down so our lips were almost touching.
    “How shall I torture you the way you’ve tortured me the last few hours? Do I suck on your dick without letting you come? Or do I eat your ass?”
    Brandon’s smile was nothing less than diabolical, and he used his force to roll us both over so I was on my back. “I don’t think so. I’m the one in control tonight, and I want you to feel how much I love you.”
    “I do feel that—every day.”
    He didn’t say anything else but stood up and walked over to the luggage. While he wrestled with whatever he was looking for, I pulled my shirt over my head, unzipped my jeans, and released my straining erection. I took it in my hand and began stroking, starting from the base all the way to the tip.
    Brandon returned to the bed, dangling a blindfold from one of his fingers and holding a bottle of lube in the other hand. “Forget