Oh, I intend to, pretty boy. But you can never tell your prey your next move.“What’s your thing?”
He goes from lustful daydreaming about the next wild thing I’ll do to him to embarrassed, turning his head away from my viewing eyes. “Know what? Forget it. I don’t need … that.”
I get a premonition. “Does this have to do with your red ass?”
He covers his face this time. “Yeah, okay? God, I’m weird.”
“If you’re weird then so am I. Your red ass is my favorite version of your ass.”
He laughs and it’s free. Free of whatever chains he’s put around himself. “Okay, okay. I think I can tell you now. Will you, uh, spank me? It’s not really a kinky thing for me though. Even though, okay, sometimes it gets me off—like the other day. But sometimes I just need it to—”
“Calm the chaos inside of you?”
“Yeah. Oh God, this is so embarrassing. I’m a grown man. I shouldn’t need a spanking for anything other than sexy times.”
“Really? Says who?”
“Society? The internet?”
“Ah, so all the important people.”
“I know. I mostly don’t give a fuck, but it plants the seeds of doubt and then I second-guess myself. Anyway, can we do it as an organic kind of thing? Like it’s just ‘on the table’ for whatever? I’d rather if you decided. I trust you, and also, I can twist you into a pretzel any time I want so there are no worries there. If I’m over your lap it’s because I wanna be.”
“Right, all your navy ninja skills.”
“Krav Ma Ga.”
I want him again. Is it too soon to want him again? I’m in so much trouble. Indulging myself, I slide a hand down his sweats to find the silky skin of his cock. “All right. Let’s just take it as it comes.”
“I’d like that. Oh and, for your information, I might complain, but it’s just complaining to complain.”
“Totally get it, trouble. That’s just called banter for people like us. I’ll check in if I’m not sure.” My heart’s fucking fluttering. Is that a thing? This is the most content I’ve ever been. I’m gonna get my heart broken, aren’t I?
So be it.
I reach for his balls. He releases a satisfied sigh that blends with the tranquility thrumming through me. I run my fingers through the creases of him—in between his thigh and crotch area, around the base of his cock. Jack closes his eyes when I stroke him, rolling his foreskin down to the base, ghosting my thumb over the sensitive head. His back arches on the up stroke, his hips buck upward on the down. He sucks in a careful breath.
There’s no more talking, just me getting him worked up until he shakes.
“You’re gonna ride me, Jack,” I inform him.
“Y-Yeah. Yes. Please.”
He’s up in a flash, straddling me, kissing me while I run the palms of my hands up his bare torso. His skin is fire hot; hockey mane is frowzy. His cheeks flush pink as his tormented cock rubs against my belly through the thin layer of his sweatpants.
“Merc?” he says.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Right now, I’m yours. I feel like I’m yours.”
And when he leaves here, he’ll feel like mine until at least tomorrow.
Chapter12
BRAT
JACK
