Chapter 29 #2
Six months ago, if anyone had suggested Eric Woodard could give head like this, I would’ve dismissed it as impossible. Now he’s here, golden skin glowing under the low light, pupils blown black with want, mouth working me like it’s the only thing that matters.
Filthy. Indecent.
Perfect.
Only for me.
Only ever for me.
“Fuck, Eric, I’m going to come. Where do you want it, baby?
” His eyes lift to mine, steady and hungry, lips stretched wide and perfect as my release rushes up.
My balls seize and a deep, insistent pounding builds in my core with every breath.
A few more long slides along my length, and my whole body locks down as a low curse grinds out between my clenched teeth.
He gives one hard suck, and I shatter.
The first thick ribbon spills onto his tongue, then cool air rushes over my cock as his mouth pulls free.
“Oh, shit,” I grunt as his fingers wrap around me, stroking me inches from his face.
Cum jets out across his forehead in a warm stripe, then over his cheek, and another catches the corner of his mouth before sliding down his chin.
When he finally eases off, he’s thoroughly marked.
“Fuck, Eric,” I mutter, trailing my fingertips through the mess on his face to gather some.
I bring my hand to his lips, and he parts them without hesitation, sucking my fingers clean.
Slow swirls of his tongue lick me clean, while his eyes never leave mine.
My cock gives a heavy twitch, straining toward another round as we do it again and again, him swallowing every last drop until there's nothing left.
He stands and cages me against the wall, his lips latching onto my neck once more. I glance down at the obscene bulge in his pants, but when I reach for him, he backs away.
“We’re going to flood the house if I don’t turn this water off,” he says with a grin as he turns the handle. “Now, hop in. I promised you a bath.”
I open my mouth to protest, looking again at the raging erection trapped under his clothing, but he shakes his head.
“Get in the water.” When I stay motionless, a sly grin slithers across his face as he advances inch by inch.
“Someone isn’t listening tonight. Do not make me bend you over my knee and spank you. ”
“You wouldn’t dare,” I say.
Defiance gleams in his eyes as his brows lift, and his tongue tracks a steady path across his lips. “No?” His voice has dropped into a tone I’ve never heard from him, deep and husky—dominating—and it causes my brain to lock up as a shudder works all the way to my toes.
Eric rushes forward and grabs me around the waist, and I'm so caught off guard that he easily overpowers me. He drops onto the closed toilet lid and drapes my entire six-foot-five frame across his lap.
“Eric, what the hell!” I squeal as I struggle to push myself upright.
I'm laughing too hard to put up any real fight as he secures both of my hands behind my back.
The laughter fades fast into a low moan when his free hand slides deliberately up the back of my hamstring, ending in a dark chuckle that vibrates against my skin.
Fabric drags down my thighs as he tugs my underwear off, cool air hitting me for a second before his fingers slip between my cheeks, rubbing a lazy, teasing circle around my rim that makes my hips jerk.
“Pretty sure I made a couple of promises,” he says as he teases me, and his cock digs hard into my stomach through his clothes.
“What were those?” I ask, twisting in his hold, and the half-hearted struggle only makes the friction worse.
He tightens his grip on my wrists, hips flexing up to grind against me.
His hand leaves my crease, palm coasting smooth over the curve of my ass.
“Well, you didn't listen, and I did tell you what the consequence would be.” A sharp sting blooms hot across my skin, echoing off the bathroom tiles as his palm cracks down in the same spot.
“You did not just spank me,” I gasp, breath catching at the heat spreading across my hips.
He arches into me again, the blunt pressure of his cock rocking firm against my stomach as another slap lands right where the first one burned. “Don't act like you didn't earn it,” he says, voice edged with possessive heat. “That's not all I promised, is it? I said I’ll show you Daddy.”
A third smack burns across my skin, and the sharp heat blooms through my body. Eric’s movements turn choppy as he rocks up into me, hips stuttering with need. “Fuck, look at your ass, so perfectly pink for me,” he mutters, rubbing over the soreness with a gentle touch that contrasts the sting.
New kink unlocked for Eric, if the steel bar grinding against my abs is any indication.
“Other side,” I say, knowing exactly what he wants, and he releases a loud groan at the command.
I brace for it as he slaps my other cheek, the crack ringing sharp in the small space.
Again, he smacks the smarting spot, hips thrusting harder as his rock-hard cock ruts against my stomach in desperate drags.
He’s using me for his pleasure, my body his tool to chase what he needs, and I let him.
“Harder,” I grunt, squirming not to escape but to press back, giving him the friction I know he craves. This time the impact lands so hard it rips a shout from my throat, and he hesitates, breath catching.
“Don’t stop now, Daddy,” I growl.
Whatever restraint he has left snaps clean.
Back and forth, he slaps one side then the other until my skin burns hot and red, and every strike sends fresh fire through me.
He bears down on my pinned hands, pushing my torso deeper into his lap as he grinds against me.
My own cock hangs rigid between my legs, aching, as he dances me right along that razor line of pleasure and pain.
“Fuck!” I gasp as he lands a perfect stinging blow. My back arches hard off his lap, the fresh heat sizzling across already tender skin.
He loses the last thread of control. A desperate groan rips from deep in his throat, grip tightening on my wrists as he bucks up into me, hips rolling frantic and uneven.
Warmth spreads across the front of his shorts as he comes with a sharp gasp of my name, body locking tight around me while he trembles through it.
Once he’s drained, he slumps back in heavy relief, chest heaving in ragged bursts, and sweat-slick skin sticking to mine.
“Eric, touch me,” I beg, grinding down harder in search of friction, hips chasing anything that might ease the ache. “Please. Fucking please.”
“Please, what?” His voice comes out raspy and sated, still carrying that low undertone that glides over my skin like silk.
“Baby,” I whine, rutting shamelessly against his thigh now, with no room left for shame or embarrassment. There's only raw, clawing desperation to relieve the pressure he’s built inside me.
He rumbles a disapproving hum. “Now, what does my good boy call me?”
A manic laugh bursts out of me as I throw my head back, release hovering just out of reach. “Daddy, please.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear,” he growls, then wraps his fingers around me. A couple of steady strokes is all it takes before I fall apart, spilling into his hand until I sag against his lap in a boneless, sated heap.
“That was really fucking hot,” I finally manage, still catching my breath.
“Yeah, it was,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss each tender, darkened cheek in turn, lips soft before his hands rub gently. “I’ll pink those cheeks anytime you want, baby.”
The skin still stings and throbs under his touch in a reminder that makes me shiver. “What about the Daddy stuff?”
“Honestly? I’ll do it for you, but I could take it or leave it. Apparently that’s not my kink.” His palm coasts across my ass again, tracing the heat he left behind. “Not like that is.”
“Yeah, same,” I agree, giving another small wiggle just to feel the smart.
He chuckles, gaze dropping to the flushed red he painted there. “You definitely need to soak now.” He steadies me as I stand, and I shake out my arms. Blood rushes back in prickling waves after being locked behind me so long.
Sheepish color creeps up Eric's neck as he peels off his clothes, and my teasing grin spreads wide. “Did you come in your pants?”
“You already know I did,” he says with an embarrassed laugh. “It's not my fault you've got that ass.”
I arch an eyebrow as my hands slide around his middle to grip his cheeks. “You’re the one with the bubble butt, not me.”
“Well, both our asses need to bathe now.” He gives me a gentle nudge toward the bath, and I release an involuntary groan as I sink into the steaming water. My raw skin smarts from the heat, but as my muscles relax, I melt into the tub.
“C’mon, get in with me.”
He looks highly amused, but he doesn’t argue as he slips in and leans against me. It’s a little cramped, and both of our knees are out of the water, but neither of us cares. He sighs as I fold my arms over his chest and hold him to me.
Never have I ever felt so content.
Three times I compress him against me, the words in my head crystal clear with each squeeze.
He covers my arms with his and hugs me back, and I wonder if he has any idea just how gone for him I really am.