“I want to make you come harder than you’ve ever come.” Jack dragged his nose up Callum’s cheek. “Sometimes, a struggle…”
Callum dropped his head against the couch cushion, offering his throat in blatant show of submission. Jack took it and latched his mouth to the thin flesh, sucking so hard Callum’s head flew forward with a pained gasp.
Jack definitely wanted to be made to work for it. Callum saved that idea for another time when he wasn’t so desperate.
“The spanking,” he managed to suggest. “I want the spanking.”
Jack grunted and stood, his cock proud and hard directly in front of Callum’s mouth. He leaned forward with his tongue out, but Jack stepped out of reach.
“Not without permission.” Jack stroked himself, and his cock leaked, then he sat on the couch. “Come put yourself on Daddy’s lap.”
Callum did as he was told, laying his stomach across his legs, his dick stabbing into Jack’s thigh.
"Have you been spanked before?” Jack’s hands roamed over Callum’s ass, kneading and stretching the sticky skin.
He shook his head. “No, Daddy.”
“Good,” Jack said.
Then he spanked him. It was hard and it was shocking and Callum’s cock loved it. The skin on his ass felt like he’d been hit with lightning.
“Fuck!” The word flew out of his mouth on a gust of air.
Jack hit him again.
Callum closed his eyes and groaned, feeling like electricity had lit up every vein in his body. Jack rubbed his palm over Callum’s ass and hummed.
“More,” Callum rasped, arching his ass against Jack’s hand. “Daddy, more.”
Jack spanked him again and again, a series of rapid-fire hits against his ass that felt as good as a hot mouth around his cock. He’d had no idea, no fucking idea. He groaned and writhed against Jack’s thighs.
Jack speared his fingers through Callum’s hair and pulled his head back, the strain on his neck exacerbating the complete pleasure the rest of his body was feeling.
“Go get a plug from the bedroom and a condom.”
Callum managed to find his feet, getting the supplies Jack had asked for and returning before the tingle in his skin had abated. Jack popped the slender plug in his mouth and sucked, positioning Callum back over his thighs and spreading his cheeks apart.
Callum’s breath was coming hard and fast and he let out an involuntary moan when Jack eased the plug into him.
And Jack spanked him again, the same feeling of fire heightened exponentially from the plug jostling against his overworked prostate.
“Daddy,” Callum whined.
“What do you need, kitten?”
Callum needed everything, but he settled for, “More.”
Jack let loose, his palm raining down on Callum so quickly it felt as if the contact hadn’t ever been broken. The speed of his breathing quickened. He was panting, squirming, moaning—he wasn’t convinced he wasn’t flying.
“I love it,” Callum mewled. “More, more. God.”
Jack’s elbow poked into Callum’s spine and he heard the tear of a condom wrapper. He was off Jack’s lap, his face pressed into the couch and the plug discarded on the floor. And then he was full again, Jack’s cock buried so deep inside of him, the welts on his ass pressed firmly against Jack’s skin.
“Come,” Jack whispered into his ear, and he did. His cock slipped between the couch cushions, spurting jets against the upholstery as Jack fucked him.
“Daddy.” He was breathless. He was so far gone he never wanted to come back. He wanted this, just this, more of this, forever.
Jack’s hands looped around his shoulders, shoving his face into the arm of the couch. His pace turned erratic and he came on a shout, his hips surely leaving bruises on top of the handprints that decorated Callum’s ass.
