(WARNING: Yes—as you may already know, there's more smut. And mild BDSM.)
Before Ambrose knew what was happening, Loki had him kneeling on all fours, his wrists tied with ropes that were attached to the headboard.
Yes.
Freaking ropes!
Although he wasn't complaining since it wasn't knotted too tightly, being like this—ass up and spread wide before five males—sent pulses of heat, anxiety and renewed arousal through him.
His dick was already pumping as though he didn't orgasm a couple minutes ago.
"Good boy." Loki's voice was the first thing he heard before a hand smacked his ass cheek hard enough to burn. "Fuck. So fucking soft. Guys, take a feel of him."
Ambrose shuddered as more hands joined the first one, fondling from his ass cheeks to the cleft of his back side and even down to his balls and hardening cock.
"Already hard for us again, eh?" Devon drew. "Don't worry. By the time we're done you won't need to fuck for days."
