Oscar froze, and I heard his breaths get quick.Then he turned right around and lifted the hand holding the wet cloth to circle my neck, as he pressed his whole entire front half against me like a horny barnacle.
“Fuck,” I said, the cold cloth on my neck and the warm man in my arms doing things to my body that made me crazy.“Need to get you naked and o’er my lap.”
Oscar groaned and found my mouth with his, kissing me like his life depended on it.He tasted of whiskey and cheese with citrus afternotes, and my arms wrapped around him of their own accord and held him fast.
“Oh…God…” I panted, letting him feast on my mouth, and plunging my tongue into his when I could.The sounds of our harsh breaths filled the small bedchamber, and we almost knocked the washbowl onto the floor.
“Come on,” Oscar said, “Get washed up so you can take me o’er your knee,” he said, slipping out of my embrace and hastening to the bed, where he laid himself out and started playing with the riding crop, his suspenders hanging down and his hair all messed up and beautiful.
I took a deep breath and grabbed the cloth, wiping myself down as quick as I could manage after stripping off my shirt.When I turned around, Oscar was watching me with a hand down his trousers.
I gave him a stern glance as I strode forward.“That there nubby is mine, Oscar Yates, and you know it.Hands off till I tell you you can touch it.”
Oscar smirked at me as he pulled his hand from his pants and leaned back on his elbows, the leather crop held lightly between the fingers of his right hand.He licked his lips as I moved onto the bed and hovered o’er him, pressing my front against his groin.
He lifted his chin and let me rut against him, bending my head down so I could kiss his neck and nuzzle into his shoulder.
“Oh, you smell like horses and sun-warmed grass,” he said, as the fingers of his free hand came up to weave through my hair.
“So do you,” I murmured.“’Twas a lovely afternoon.”
He shifted beneath me, thrusting his standing nubby against mine.We still had our trousers on.If we hadn’t, this whole thing would be close to being done already.We were both right on the edge.
I took a deep breath and extricated myself from his grasp, as I kneeled up and gazed down on him.He looked so wanton lying there, bare chested and aroused, his hair mussed, the riding crop in his hand.
“Give it me,” I said, holding out my hand for it.
Oscar’s eyes widened, but he passed the crop to me, and I took it, examining it.’Twas a fine piece of equipment if you were riding a stubborn animal, but otherwise I’d never use it.
Except, of course, in this exact situation.
I backed off the bed and stood up, pointing at Oscar with the crop.
“Lean o’er the edge of the bed, now.”
Oscar made a noise.His eyes went wide then half-lidded as he obeyed me, crawling off the bed and putting himself into the position I’d indicated.The bed was pretty high, so his legs stretched out behind him, and his bare toes found purchase against the floorboards.
“Like this?”he said, stretching his arms above his head and turning his face, so his cheek lay against the bedcovers.He blinked at me all innocent, like he didn’t know the very sight of him was gonna be the end of me.
Chapter Twenty-Four
A Suitable Punishment
“That’s fine,” I said, taking a deep breath.“Now, push your trousers down.You’ve been such a naughty boy, Oscar.”
I watched a shudder go through him as he closed his eyes.Then he crept his fingers to the fastenings of his pants.He pierced me with an incendiary gaze as he undid them, and lowered them to his thighs, revealing the perfect, pale globes of his ass.
I whistled.“Why, that’s lovely.”
Oscar blinked, his chest rising and falling with his breaths.
I stepped forward and tapped one pale cheek with the folded leather end of the riding crop.
Oscar started.Then his lips twitched as he settled in for what was coming.
“Be still,” I said.
“Yes, sir.”
