45. Chapter 38
Lorenzo
"Fuck,” Dash gasps. “Yes, please.”
That’s all I need to hear, because I’m done with waiting. Fuck patience, fuck restraint. It’s time for me to fuck Dash.
In an instant, I’m on top of him, my full naked weight heavy on him. I press him into the mattress and kiss him hard enough that he makes a startled sound against my mouth—his lips parting just enough for my tongue to invade.
He fights me for control of the kiss. I allow it because it almost amuses me. Our tongues battle for dominance as he squirms beneath me, his hips bucking up, our cocks rubbing together. His hands scrabble down my back, his nails digging into my skin.
Fuck yes, I think. Mark me, Dash.
I mark him, too, sucking and biting the tender skin of his neck, and he babbles beneath me, filthy, wordless exclamations of desire and lust.
When I’ve had enough of his willing struggle, I pin both his wrists above his head in one of my hands, using my knee to force his thighs apart.
“Stay,” I order.
He looks up at me, eyes wide, lips swollen and red from our kisses. “Yes, sir.”
A mark has already bloomed on his neck. Just the sight of it makes me nearly feral. I dive back in, kissing again, biting harder this time, hard enough that he whimpers deliciously. His pulse jumps under my mouth, sweet and quick.
“Fuck—Lorenzo—”
“You like that, baby?” I murmur into his skin, kissing and licking the mark that I left. “You like feeling my teeth on your skin?”
“Yes, sir, yes—fuck!”
The last expletive comes when I move to his chest and bite down on one nipple. His back arches and he claws for purchase on my shoulders, whimpering and gasping in pleasure.
“Fuck yes, fuck yes,” he groans as I move my mouth to his other nipple, pinching and rolling the other one between my fingers.
I love how pliant he is beneath me. How willing.
I grab him by the hips and drag him bodily down the bed, bringing him closer to me. He lets out a surprised laugh, which quickly turns into a hissed breath when I kiss the smooth, taut skin of his stomach.
He tastes of soap and clean skin and desire.
He might be my new favorite taste.
“Christ, you’re fucking thorough,” Dash gasps as I suck the spot I just kissed.
“I just like tasting what’s mine,” I growl. Then I grab his thighs and spread them wide, no gentleness in my movement. I kiss down his stomach until I reach the sharp bone of his hip. I bite there, too, hard enough that he hisses. “Every part of you is getting attention today.”
His whimper is almost enough to drive me wild as I bite down the inside of his thigh, smelling the sweet scent of him as I pass close enough to his cock to make him tense expectantly. But I bypass his cock for now.
Instead, I take his legs and force them open wider. “Hm, thought I was going for your cock, didn’t you?”
“Yes, sir. Hoping, more like.”
“Were you trying to rush me?”
He shrugs playfully. “Do I get punished if I was rushing you?”
Fuck me, he’s perfect.
I bend close so that our lips are just a breath apart. “You absolutely will get punished if that’s what you were trying to do, you eager little slut.”
If it were humanly possible to have stars dance in one’s eyes, they’d be dancing in Dash’s.
“I’m rushing you!”
“That’s pretty careless of you.”
I flip him over before he can respond, his face pressing into a pillow, his ass raised for me.
This will be the first time we’ve really engaged in physical punishment in one of our scenes, beyond some light spanking, but we’ve negotiated safewords already.
Green means “keep going,” yellow means “ease up a bit,” and red means “stop.”
I trust that he’ll use those words if needed, though I sense we’re both eager to see what our limits are.
For a moment, I just enjoy the look of him. He has a genuinely amazing ass, round, firm, and paler than the rest of his skin. Though I’ve spent plenty of time staring at it, I don’t think I’ll ever get bored of the sight.
Especially now that it’s mine to look at.
“Beautiful,” I murmur, and then bring my hand down, hard, against one cheek.
He yelps, the sound muffled by the pillow. Pink blooms across his pale skin, and he arches his back into the pain rather than away from it.
“Green?” I ask.
“Fuck yes, green,” he groans.
Crack!
I bring my hand down again, the other cheek this time. He makes a filthy, wonderful sound that goes right through me.
That beautiful skin of his takes the mark like art, pink deepening toward red where my palm landed. The ghost of my handprint remains visible for a moment before starting to fade.
Well, I can’t have that.
Crack.
I smack him again, and he cries out.
“You like that, huh?” I ask, rubbing my palm over the reddening skin, soothing and possessive at the same time. “My good boy likes his punishment.”
“It’s exactly what I deserve,” he says, playing his part perfectly.
I bring my hand down again, and he cries out again, his hips pushing back into me like he’s begging for more. His body is loose and pliant, every muscle giving itself to what I’m doing to him, rather than fighting against me. Surrendering entirely to me.
I press a gentle, soothing kiss to the hot skin of his ass. The sweetness of his hole beckons to me, but there will be time for that later. “Turn back over. I want your mouth.”
He turns, obedient, already reaching for me. But I catch his wrist in one hand and his jaw in the other, tilting his face to mine.
“You’re going to suck my cock, now, Dash,” I say. “And you’re going to do it just the way I want you to, because that’s what good boys do.”
A dark, pleased look crosses his flushed face.
“Yes, sir.”