“Fine, Merc. Don’t even notice it anymore.” Humph. Hockey players. “Got a new tattoo, with the guys. That’s way more exciting.”
He spins his arm around to show off his forearm. It’s the Calder Cup with the season years.
I bring it to my lips and kiss it. “Love it, but stop deterring my mission, Leslie.”
A laugh breaks free from his chest. “I’m not. Just feels like there’s so much to tell you.”
“It can wait.” Where was I? Right. His pants. I yank them down, leaving his boxers on and wait for him to step out of the damp cotton so we can toss them out of sight. He won’t be needing them for a while.
He’s grinning ear to ear, loving this. We’re a spanking match made. I lean to suck on his neck, leaving a wet trail to his jaw. “Now that we’re agreeing to engage in domestic bliss, maybe we turn our domestic spanking thing up a few notches?”
“Hell yeah. Fuck. Thought you’d never ask.”
Chuckling softly, a bunch of ideas cross my mind, but they’ll all have to wait for another day. His sinful body is too distracting.
Like his fat cock. I can’t help myself. It’s right there. My fingers trail over his cotton-covered member of their own accord, I swear, and then slip under the waistband of his boxers to unveil him like I’m doing it for the first time. Like I’ve never seen his gorgeous dick before.
His. Fuck that. This is mine now too.
Allowing myself to get carried away for a moment, I stroke it and am treated to the pleasure of him biting his lip and releasing a soft little noise. He squirms when cold drops of water drip from the ends of my hair and a clap of thunder sets the mood. “Now who’s getting carried away, Merc?”
Fine. With his boxers around his mid-thighs, I push him toward the bed. He goes easily, bending over so nicely for me, rumpling the sheets. He places his head on his hands and sticks out his bubble-shaped ass cheeks. But his balls are there. Right there. So I fucking grab them.
These are mine too.
Jack laughs. “Are you declaring everything back there yours?”
He knows me. “Yeah, I am.” I pop off with the first satisfying smack, which he wasn’t expecting, and it draws the best yelp from him.
But now he’s into it, reaching his ass back for more smacks that I’m all too happy to hand out. “Mmmm. Aahhhh. Ow! Fuckin’ ouch!” He moans all that while still offering his ass up for my palm as he writhes against the mattress.
He makes all kinds of interesting sounds. Some are breathy. Some lean toward erotic. Some are whimpers of amusing misery—the kind where he’s feeling simultaneously sorry for himself, but enjoying the torture nonetheless.
Jack buries his head in the blankets and his fists claw at them when the pain in his ass builds, but he takes it all beautifully and fuck am I glad that he’s a hockey player with a high pain tolerance. If I know him—and I do—he’s excited to see just how much he can take, having a little competition with himself.
His ass goes from creamy peach to pink and then red under the steady cadence of my smacks and as I get slowly satisfied with the color and thus the mark I’m leaving on him, my need to spank him morphs into my need to take him.
Jack’s perfect little pucker is staring me in the face, begging to be touched and toyed with.
“My ass is on fire, Merc, but I don’t want you to stop. Feels so fucking good.”
“Even if I did this?” Quickly, I grab one of the many bottles of lube from my bag. We had a ton of these stashed around the condo, which I thought about chucking because they reminded me of Jack and ended up keeping because they reminded me of Jack.
Thank you, Past Me, for making the right call.
Drizzling a bountiful amount, I use it to moisten his entrance, admiring the pink wrinkled furrow before I swirl my finger there.
“Yeah, oh God,please. Just stick your cock in me, Merc.”
How quickly his tune changes. “Patience.”
A tragic whimper pours from somewhere deep in his chest. The beast in me eats it up. Knowing how much I’m torturing him, I take my time, not even bothering to enter him with my finger. Only teasing that I might maybe enter him. If I feel like it. He’s already hard and groaning piteously.
When I do enter him for the first time in a goddamn week, he’s going to be desperate for me and loose enough that I can fuck into him with as much wild lust as I want to.
I finally give in, sinking my finger in to the base, slicking him up to take my cock. He keens and presses back in time with my movements. It makes my dick jump in my pants. Why am I still wearing pants?
Pulling my finger out, I work on getting naked.
