I had one ace up my sleeve, though — one way to even the playing field, even though Landon was almost always a step ahead of me.
I lowered myself down, letting the head of my cock nudge between his legs, pushing behind his balls and showing him what was coming next.
Landon tipped his head back and moaned, parting his thighs and giving me more room to work. His cock rose, tenting the front of my stolen boxers, which sat loose enough on him to give it plenty of room.
His hands flailed over my shoulder blades.
Right. I'd promised to tie him up, and I liked to keep my promises.
"Hold still," I said in his ear, and licked a stripe up his neck. "I'm going to get some rope."
Landon did go still under me, but not in the I'm obeying your orders, alpha sexy kind of way.
I left his neck alone so I could take a look at his face. He was biting his lip, looking guilty.
Guilty?
"I'm sorry," he said. "I'm — I trust you. Just. It
