Chapter 12 Brad
Brad
The only person truly being punished in this situation is me.
Because, while that must’ve been the best orgasm I’ve ever had, I’m also faced with the fact that I’ll never be able to freely do this again. After this weekend, I don’t know what’ll happen to all of this. To us.
And that makes me so…damn…angry.
I sit up on my knees and lean back on my heels.
“Come here,” I say, tapping on my lap.
Noah swallows deeply looking down at my hand and then back to my eyes. “Are you going to spank me?”
“You think you deserve it?” I ask.
I watch him bite his lower lip softly as he contemplates making the move over. For a split second, the question crosses my mind of what I’m doing. Why do I need him to crumble to me so damn badly?
I don’t know what’s more dangerous—how easily Noah gets under my skin, or how much I fucking love it.
One look at that smug little smile and it’s like something feral cracks open in my chest. I can’t explain it.
Why it is or how he does it. Just that he has this power over me, I can’t explain.
He doesn’t even know what he’s done to me in such a short amount of time.
All my thoughts quiet down as soon as I see him make his way to me.
“Nope,” I stop him. “Crawl.”
He huffs out a laugh, but the smile doesn’t reach his eyes. He knows the game we’re playing now and it looks like he’s in it to win it. For once in my fucking life, I finally feel understood. Sex has never been so…exciting to me. Until now.
And it’s fucking terrifying and completely thrilling.
My whole body tingles as soon as I see him slowly make his way to me on all fours. Hesitant but sure of himself all at the same time. With eyes locked on mine, he slowly crawls to me. If I could compare him to anything in this darkness, he’s like a panther. With glowing eyes and a sharp mouth.
He rests his stomach over my lap, leaving his dick hanging down between my legs. I take a moment to run my hand down the curve of his back until I fist the cheeks of his ass, one after the other.
Feeling how soft and built he is. It’s firm and tight, and fuck, it’s turning me on all over again.
“You didn’t listen to me when I said not to come,” I squeeze so hard that he hisses and squirms. “You going to listen better next time?”
“Nope,” he shoots back, deliberately popping the p.
A loud crack bounces off the walls of the tent as my hand vibrates off his soft skin. It tingles up my hand all the way to my elbow.
“Ow! Holy shit,” Noah gasps, squirming under me. I use my other hand to hold him steady across his back.
“When you answer me, I want you to answer me with respect.”
“Fuck, okay—”
Another crack sounds as my hand meets his reddening ass.
“Ah, fuck!” He squirms again. “Y–yes, fuck. Sir. Yes, sir,” he pants.
The name caresses my ears and strokes my cock. I bite my lip to stifle the groan that wants to sound from my chest.
Sir.
From his lips, it sounds like the best thing I’ve ever been called.
I reward him by smoothing my hand over his sore ass, in small circles.
I can tell he likes this by the way his hips slowly follow the same direction, chasing after the warmth and softness.
“Let’s try that again,” I say softly, running my hands up and down the back of his thighs, and cupping below his cheeks gently. “Are you going to listen better next time?”
“Mmmm, yes sir.” He nods his head and I watch his dark hair tumble around him, hiding his face.
“Will you be a good boy for me?” I ask, sliding my hand down his crack softly, before resuming the same path as before.
“Mmmm, no promises.” He teases.
I smack my hand down hard again, on the opposite cheek this time. His ass tenses, as he gasps, attempting to crawl away, but I keep him secure. “Ah, fuck! Shit!” He calls out.
“You want me to stop, you tell me to stop. Otherwise, answer me properly,” I say roughly.
“Dammit. Okay.” He groans, getting back into position. “Ask me again.”
I smack him again, hard this time.
“Shit!” He coughs.
“You’re not in charge here, remember?” I whisper at the back of his head.
“You’re mine in this tent. And I’m going to make you admit it,” I knead the back of his ass again, making him buck his hips to chase after some friction.
I feel his hard dick swinging between my legs and I know it must be killing him to not have me touch him but he's going to have to earn it.
“Will you be a good boy?” I ask again, giving him another chance.
“Yes, sir. I’ll be so good to you, sir.”
This answer satisfies me so I move my hand softly down his back, softly rubbing his ass, drifting my fingers through his crease, and softly running them against his taint until I come back up again.
“Mmm, good boy.” I answer. “You’re going to come again for me?”
“As many times as you want me to…sir.” He exhales, tilting his hips up enough for him to rub his dick softly against my legs.
“You trying to come now?” I ask.
He drops his hips back down. “No, sir.”
This makes me smile. Now he’s getting it.
“Good. I’m not fucking done with you yet.” I look around the tent until I see the lube bottle sitting close by.
“Stay on all fours,” I say, tapping his ass.
He obliges, sitting up for me to get up from under him.
I reach out to grab the lube and come back to see him waiting for me, in all his glory.
“Fuck,” I whisper, my mouth instantly watering.
He’s so…beautiful. I lightly stroke my cock, as I drink my fill of his ass, just waiting for me to do whatever I want with.
“Look at you,” I say, getting closer. I rest on my knees behind him as I knead his soft skin. He buries his face down on his forearms, obviously feeling shy in this position.
Wanting to rectify this feeling, I decide to be truthful. “I’ve never seen a more perfect sight before.” I say aloud.
I see his whole body visibly tremble as he looks back at me. “Really?” He exhales.
I grip his ass cheeks, softly pulling them apart as I sneak glances at the small hole, just waiting to be played with. “Too bad I’m going to have to ruin it.”
Noah groans, burying his face all over again. “But I’ve been so good.” He plays along.
I give him a rough smack, levitating from the way he sounds as the sharp pain circulates through him. Rubbing him softly, I make sure to soothe the sting.
“Give me what I want and you’ll get what you deserve,” I say, kissing his ass gently, relishing in on the softness.
He pushes his hips back toward my mouth, but I hold him steady with my hand. Such a greedy, greedy boy.
“In your dreams—literally,” he snickers quietly.
That’s it.
I give him three more smacks across his ass, feeling him sway and buckle at every one.
I steal a look at his dick which is now dripping onto the tent floor below us.
“I thought you were going to be good.” I grip at his waist, pulling him against mine. I position myself between his cheeks, watching in amazement as they surround me.
Noah hums, as he bucks into me. “It’s hard, sir. It’s so much fun being bad,” he smiles back at me, flashing me one of his devilish smiles.
Enough of this.
I squirt a big amount of lube onto both of my hands and toss the bottle down beside me.
“Woah, what are you—”
Making my way beside him, I position my fingers at his hole while my other wraps around his thick, throbbing dick. I can feel how pent up he is, and the way he shudders as soon as I touch him confirms that.
“Oh fuck!” He bucks his hips. He thinks this is a reward, but I’ll show him.
I take my fingers and lightly push against his rim, at the same time as I jerk him in the palm of my hand.
“Shit,” he moans, his whole body, shaking.
Starting off with two, I watch my fingers slip into him.
“Ah!” He breathes out adjusting to the intrusion.
“Anyone ever touch you like this?” I grunt, twisting my hand around the tip of his dick.
“No, sir,” he whimpers, rocking his hips back and forth. I watch the way his back arches and curls as he chases the feeling on both ends.
It’s a sight to behold.
I push in further, his body taking my fingers even better now as he pushes against my hand.
“Good. Because you’re mine. Say it or I’ll stop,” I say roughly, plunging my fingers in fully now.
Noah cries out, his face burying down into his forearms. “No, please—please, don’t stop,” he lets out a trembling exhale.
“You know what I want to hear.” I push in again.
I don’t know why but it’s all I want to hear from him right now.
His throat works around a broken sound. “I’m yours—” he says so softly, I don’t think I was supposed to hear it. But I do and it breaks me.
That’s all I need to hear for my walls to come crashing down.
“Condom. Now,” I order in a single breath.
“Bag, side left pocket.” He exhales shakily.
I gently remove my fingers from his ass, choosing to ignore the knee-buckling whimper that escapes from his mouth, as I scramble for his bag. It’s close to impossible in the dark but I find it quickly, luck being on my side, and rush back over to him.
Tearing open the wrapper, I unravel the condom and slide it over my aching cock.
“Turn,” I say quietly, flipping him onto his back. He rolls over effortlessly and it’s only now that I see the reaction on his face. Moonlight paints his cheeks pink, his lips bitten and swollen, eyes glassy with emotion. Noah is torn apart and completely used.
A moment of hesitation catches me. Here I am about to do something I never thought I was going to do. Once this happens—
“Please…” he pleads, cutting into my thoughts. “Please, fuck me.”
His begging snaps me back into the present moment. He doesn’t look like the snarky, bad boy Noah I came here with. Here, now, he looks like a beautiful angel that just wants to be loved. It makes my heart swell and shatter at the same time.
I take his chin in my hand and trace his jaw back and forth with my thumb. “Noah…” I say quietly, positioning my tip at his hole. He opens up for me even more, tilting his ass up so I can get a better angle.
“I want this,” he says gently.
I shake my head, brushing my nose against his. “I…I need you to say it again.” I push in slowly, my tip breaching the edge. Slowly taking my time to inch inside of him, he claws at my back as he tries to hold on, his leaking dick red and used on his stomach.
I pinch my eyebrows together. I know what I’m asking him to say and I know it’s a lot but…it calms me down. I need it. I need it more than I think either of us know.
He swallows, eyes locked on mine. This is a line. We’re drawing the line in the sand right now. And once he says it, there’s no taking it back. It’ll be out in the open. Final.
“I’m yours.” He breathes.
I slide in with a deep push, both of us letting out a moan we’ve been holding onto for what seems like since we got here.
Noah grips onto the back of my neck as I swing my hips back and thrust in again. His hole is so damn tight, I feel like it’s suffocating my dick. I’d be numb down there if it wasn’t for the constant glorious pressure he’s dragging out of me. I’ve seriously never felt anything so good.
A desperate groan rips from his throat as I take him deeper.
I lower my face closer to his and marvel at the way he sticks his tongue out to slowly lick my bottom lip.
He’s so fucking sexy, it makes me want to never look away.
Sitting up on my heels, I push his knees to his chest and slam into him, sending a shock of pleasure through us both.
“Holy shit, holy shit” he cries out, holding on to whatever he can behind him. “Right there,” he shudders.
“You like that, huh?” I growl, slamming into him again right in that same spot.
Heavy breaths fall out of him as he searches for the strength to answer. “Yes, sir,” he cries out.
“I know, I know.” I press in again, feeling that familiar tingle rise up my back and stir in my gut.
“You want me to take care of this for you?” I ask, reaching between us and squeezing his dick.
He pinches his eyes shut, whining with his head back, nodding.
“Use your words,”
“Yes, please. Please, touch me.” He rushes out, his voice shaky.
I keep thrusting, jerking him off at the same time. I watch as he struggles to breathe as the pressure builds.
“There you go, keep breathing for me,” I grunt. I’m finding it hard to focus myself. The swaying of my hips getting sloppy, the magnificent pressure rising, and the moment I look down to watch his glorious hole swallow me up again, it’s game fucking over.
“Fffuck—” I cry out. “Come with me, baby.”
As though he was waiting on my command, cum spurts from his dick, decorating his chest. Beautiful sounds escape his lips as he rocks his hips through the motion.
“Good boy, let me hear you.” I coax out.
I watch in amazement as he shudders around me, feeling his ass clench around my cock, squeezing every drop out of me.
I let go of his knees so he can lay them flat around me again. Licking up his chest, I savor the taste of him, making sure I don’t miss one drop spilt.
That’s my cum. From my Noah.
He hums around me, running his hands up and down my back as I clean him off.
“See? I knew I wouldn’t need a towel.” He lets out a quiet chuckle.
I look up at him, and we both take a beat before laughter takes over.
He is such a little shit.
And I fucking love it.
I look down at my cock, resting limply along his thigh. I know I should feel guilty about this. I know I should. But…I don't.
“Please, get out of your head. I beg you.” Noah, sighs, running his hand through my hair.
I look at him. It’s crazy that when it comes to him, he has the power to turn it all off. My thoughts have never felt so clear as they do when I’m with him.
I sigh, burying my face in his neck. “Okay, you’re right.”
“Woah,” he gasps.
I lift my head, pinching my eyebrows. “What?”
“I think that’s the first time you've ever said that. I think I have a magic ass.” He smirks.
I roll my eyes again, holding in a laugh as I pinch his side. He curls into me, snuggling in close. “You do have a magic ass.” I admit. “And mouth.”
“This is crazy. I should’ve gotten you to fuck me the moment we got here.” He teases. “You’re so much nicer.” He laughs, wrapping his legs around my waist.
“Noah.” I squeeze my arms around his body, tugging him close.
“No seriously, you would’ve been way easier to deal with,” he says, smiling into a kiss.
“Noah,” I repeat softly.
He teases me for a while just like this as we continue to touch and kiss each other.
I’ve never felt so close and intertwined with someone before. Not someone I just met, anyways.
Noah is a whole experience. One that I want to last for a very very long time.