Jamie’s eyes were watering. He wiped at them while still swallowing the remnants of Brendan’s seed. He looked at Tuck, whose dark eyes were shining, the tip of his tongue showing between parted lips.They turned toward Brendan who lay limp, eyes closed, mouth open. He looked incredibly hot, his thickly muscled arms pulled taut, his broad chest tapering to a narrow waist and the thick cock, now at half-mast against dark blond curls. He opened his eyes and looked from Tuck to Jamie.Jamie well understood the burning, fierce light he saw there. He knew the orgasm they’d given him had been rendered tenfold more exciting by the restraints. He recognized in Brendan’s ardent reaction that Brendan, like himself, was deeply aroused by the sensual helplessness engendered by the cuffs.In their time together so far, Tuck and he had experimented with bondage from both sides. Tuck had permitted Jamie to bind him by wrist and ankle to the bedposts, but there had been no thrill. Tuck didn’t seem to have whatever gene it was that turned vanilla sex into molten passion when one was bound and at the erotic mercy of another.
