40. Chapter 40
Chapter forty
Evander
The waiting seemed to take forever. Ev could only fret so much. He did like the idea of spanking Ozzy before fucking him. During fucking him. All that squatting and bending had firmed his butt up to something breathtaking, so really any interaction with it was good in Ev’s book. But he’d liked smacking at it a lot more than he would have expected there in the bathroom.
When Ozzy finally came out of the bathroom, he was naked and more than half-hard. Not totally stiff, but bigger than when he was soft.
Evander still had his underwear on, although they weren’t doing anything to hide his excitement. He was fully hard already, so his trunks bulged out, the material straining.
They stared at each other a moment. Two. Three. Then Ozzy marched over, grabbed the sides of Evander’s face, and pressed their lips together. His breath still tasted faintly of mint, cool and sparkling. He had a touch of stubble on his face, scratching pleasantly against Evander’s cheek and chin. His tongue was a force, hot and strong and searching, tangling with Ev’s as it probed his mouth.
Ev reached back and gave another two-handed smack to Ozzy’s ass. He grunted into Evander’s mouth, not pulling out of the kiss for even a moment. His cock hardened further and Evander felt a streak of dampness rub against his thigh, precum leaking.
Finally, it was Ev who broke the kiss. He ran his hands down Ozzy’s shoulders and chest, feeling the hard points of his nipples. He carried on down his ribs, his abs, and stopped just short of his bush. Then he looked straight into Ozzy’s eyes. “You ready?”
Instead of answering, Ozzy bent over the bed, spreading his legs wide.
It really was quite an ass, pert and strong even laying down like that. Evander ran both hands gently down Ozzy’s ass, enjoying the sensation of the muscles tensing beneath his fingers. He spread the cheeks slightly, exposing Ozzy’s hole. Downy, pale hair covered his cheeks and surrounded his hole, still slightly damp from Ozzy’s shower and prep.
“You’ll have to tell me if I’m doing okay.” Evander had a stupid, nervous pit swirling in his belly. “I’ve never been the spanker.”
“Spanker. Super sexy word.” Ozzy shot a look over his shoulder and grinned, then grabbed one of the pillows and used it to prop up his chest and head. “You can go pretty hard.”
“Yeah, you do have a lot of ass to get through.”
“Like you don’t love it.”
Evander did. He always had. He rubbed the cheeks again, then moved to the side and wound back. Ozzy’s cheeks tensed, then released, tensed, then released. On the next release, Ev brought his hand back down. The sound resonated in the stillness of the room, and almost immediately, a pink handprint bloomed to life on Ozzys’ left ass cheek.
“You can go harder than that.” Ozzy sounded breathless and ragged as he spoke, and he was softly grinding his hips down into the mattress.
Ev couldn’t help but play with him. He ran his hands gently down Ozzy’s exposed, pinkening butt again. “Maybe I will if you use the magic word.”
“You dick.” Ozzy looked over his shoulder again, his red face and smile banishing any thought that he might have been seriously annoyed. “Please spank me like you actually have muscles in your arms, not overcooked pasta.”
“And I’m the dick.” Evander pulled his hand back a little farther and brought it down a little faster, stronger. He was met with a sharp intake of breath as his hand stung against Ozzy’s ass. He started to understand why people used paddles or crops. If he kept this up for any length of time, his hand would tingle its way into numbness.
Still, he smacked Ozzy’s ass again, switching sides each time and trying to spread his impacts out so the two pale mounds reddened evenly.
After ten swats, Ozzy said, “I’m ready.” He was somewhere between growling and panting as he looked back again at Evander. “You zeroed in on that good.”
It was…strange praise. I spanked him the way he likes . Strange or not, it spread warmth through Evander’s chest. It felt good to do well, even at something like that. And it felt good to get his feast, so he didn’t bother to talk. He just dropped down to his knees between Ozzy’s legs. His ass radiated extra heat thanks to the spanking and it washed over Evander’s face as he moved closer. He spread Ozzy open, then went in tongue first, feeling the ripples and the soft, downy hair and all that heat as he probed Ozzy’s entrance.
Ozzy’s hole clenched and loosened, and he whimpered, the sound muffling its way into the sheets and pillows. Not muffled enough, though. It filled the room, flooded over Evander and filled him, drove him forward. He probed briefly inside, then circled around Ozzy’s entrance again. He repeated the pattern over and again, going deeper and pressing harder each time. Slowly, Ozzy loosened. His whimpering shifted to groaning, then finally, proper, true growling that rumbled his body. Rumbled him all the way back to his ass, and hence into Evander’s face.
Ev’s cock twitched and throbbed and, with a final circle around Ozzy’s hole, he pushed himself back to his feet. “You still ready?”
“Yes.” Ozzy didn’t even lift his head, but he did drag another pillow around, using it to roughly prop up his hips and keep his glistening hole exposed. “Fuck me.”
Evander moved into position, running his cockhead slowly down Ozzy’s crack. “Don’t need to tell me twice.”