Damn, this is so hot, the way his body jerks with every hit, the way his ass cheeks are now redder than the surrounding area. I could get addicted in no time.
Running my tongue over my bottom lip, I grab the left cheek and squeeze it, then pull to the side so I can get a peek of his hole. It clenches and unclenches under my attention, teasing me shamelessly.
“Will you do as I say now, huh?”
I know the answer before it leaves his smart mouth. “Fuck you.”
I grin. “I think this wasn’t enough. I need to teach you a lesson, don’t I?”
“You wish. I bet you don’t even know how to use your dick.”
He grumbles something else too, but it’s lost on me as I reach for the lube and condom one-handed. I can’tafford to let go of him or he’s sure to try something. Part of me finds that exciting, but another, bigger part wants to sink in that tight hole and teach him his place. Never did I think that my first hookup since coming back to the States would be with someone who’s got such a natural compatibility to my kinkier side, but here we are.
With a bit of effort and a lot of creativity, I put the condom on and a generous amount of lube on my fingers. Tightening the hold I have of his arms, I rub in the slick substance against his puckered skin, dipping my little finger in and out while doing so. That gets him to stop trying to get free and allows me to reposition myself so I’m on my knees and can use my legs to pin his down.
“You like that, hmm?” I switch to my middle finger, applying more pressure without pushing it in.
“Fuck.” He shivers, canting his hips in an attempt to push against it.
But I don’t let that happen, moving with him so he can’t get what he wants. “You have such a pretty hole,” I muse, rubbing the rim.
“It will be even prettier with your dick shoved inside it,” he growls, shaking his ass as best as he can given the restraining position. His voice comes out desperate and needy, almost making me lose it.
“Is that what you want, hmm?”
“Yes,” he clips, turning his head to the side so our gazes can meet.
I smile, tasting victory. The truth is that I’m this close to saying fuck it and doing what he wants because I want it just as badly. But that would undermine all my efforts so far, all the foreplay and teasing.
“Yes, what?” I prompt, leaning down and licking a line up his spine.
His eyes flutter and he sighs deeply, but he still doesn’t say what I want to hear, gritting his teeth just when I think that he might.
“Yes what,brat? Unless you ask me nicely, we’ll be here all night.”
A shock of pleasure ripples through me as he sets a vile glare at me. I know it’s coming, I can feel it. The air crackles with anticipation, my hackles rise, my cock twitches, desperate and leaking.
On an exhale that reverberates from his body through mine, he says, “Yes,please. Fuck me already, you asshole, or I’m gonna die from blue balls.”
Satisfaction blooms across my chest, bubbly and overwhelming. “There, was that so hard?”
He opens his mouth, but all that comes out is an obscene moan as I shove two fingers inside him and start pumping. I intended to take this slowly, to build up to it, but I really can’t wait anymore. I need to be inside him, like yesterday.
“Ass up. And hold onto the headboard rail,” I command, shuffling us up the bed.
With my weight off his legs, he complies and pushes his knees up to lift his ass. It’s red from the spanking and slicked, begging to be taken. I pop my fingers out and get into position, electricity crawling across my skin. Then I line up my cock and push inside him.
“Oh fuuuuck,” he cries out, pushing his ass out even more. “Yesss, fuuuuck.”
I grab his ass cheeks with both hands and start moving. My thrusts are fast and deep, and I can tell I am tagging his prostate with almost every hit because he’s a mess only seconds later.
“Yes, so good. Fuuuuuck. Harder. Yes. More…”
I let go, my mind emptying of thoughts. I can only feel as arousal takes control of my body, his tight heat too much for my brain. I’ve had sex, but not like this, not with this kind of buildup. It’s too much in the best way, too intense. The brat’s scent is all around me, closing in on me like a noose around my neck. His taste lingers on my tongue, and his ass shakes under my palms.
“That’s it. So good,” I praise him, groping and kneading those firm globes. “You are taking my cock so well.”
I spread his ass, wanting to see it better. My dick disappears inside him, reappearing partially as I keep railing him with abandon. It’s hypnotizing, the way our bodies connect, the way his is letting mine claim it.
