Like I wanted to pull his skin off his body and crawl inside of him and make a home in his chest. And I meant that in the least stalker-y, serial killer-y way possible. But hearing the syllables of my name on his tongue made everything inside of me tight and loose all at the same time. I wanted more of it, wanted every other word out of his mouth to be my name. But I also knew that would be my undoing.
“If I want to go into your room and I want this cock of yours up my ass.”
I needed him inside of me because it was quite possibly the only thing that would shut my stupid and infatuated brain up. The kitchen was suffocating with the smell of our sweat and my cum all around us. Hendrix was in my space, he was breathing on me and breathing me in, and the softness of his eyes was fucking dangerous. I needed a change of scenery and then I seriously needed to figure out a way to not lose my cool around him every time we came together—literally or otherwise—because if I couldn’t…then I might as well call it off right there.
“That’s not what you were going to say.”
I clenched my jaw, cupping my palm over the head of his cock when I reached the tip.
“I could have sworn that you were looking for a man to call the shots,” I reminded him.
“In the bedroom.”
“If you want to limit our intimacy to the fucking bedroom, you’re in for a hell of a boring ride, sweetheart.”
Hendrix made a noise at the endearment, but didn’t protest. He knew he was being a smartass and he knew exactly what I meant.
“How do you want me?” he asked.
“I want you on your bed withyourass in the air so I can spank you for mouthing off to me after I so very generously offeredmyass up to you,” I said, hoping the sarcasm would cover the thin vein of frustration in my words. I wasn’t upset with him, not in the slightest, but I sure as hell couldn’t spank myself. “I want you to count them out for me like the very good boy we both know you are. And, after that, I want you to roll onto your back, put a condom on that thick dick of yours, and let me ride you until I say we’re done for the night. Does that all sound agreeable enough for you?”
Breath caught in his throat, and he nodded, cock pulsing against my palm.
“Then go.”
I stepped back and Hendrix’s entire body swayed, as if he’d needed my support to stay upright. I didn’t want to think about that, so I bent over for my belt and followed after him. I walked slowly, wanting to give him time to get in position before I joined him, but also trying to give my blood time to cool down. He’d already told me he was vers, and I was too, even if I preferred to top more often than not. I had to be in the right mindset to bottom, and frantic wasn’t it, but I knew the pain of penetration would be enough to ground me back into reality.
Which was necessary, considering the way my head went fizzy like a bottle of champagne when I caught up to Hendrix in the bedroom. He’d turned on the light this time. Regrettably or not. On his forearms and knees, Hendrix’s ass was raised high and spread apart naturally from the position. I could just make out the dark whorl of hair around his hole, and I thoughtagainabout fucking him, about coming inside of him, about sealing my lips over his hole and sucking the cum right out of him only to spit it back inside.
My already used dick jerked at that, and I sighed, snapping my belt. Hendrix startled and opened his eyes, heavy with arousal. His cheek was pressed into the sheets, half obscured by the tangled fabric and, fuck, he was a sight.
“We didn’t discuss expectations, so I’m not going to spank you into next week or anything like that—”
“A shame,” he cut me off.
I swallowed, steadying myself as I approached the bed. “We’re still getting to know each other. Feeling each other out, and up.”
Hendrix closed his eyes again with a quiet laugh.
I pulled lube and condoms from his bedside table, tossing them onto the bed by his hand.
“I’m going to give you five with my belt, then I want you to get your dick wet and ready for me.”
In another world, with another man, I would have sat on his face and smothered him while he rimmed me into oblivion, but with Hendrix I just wanted to catch my breath and get him off.
I reminded myself that up until the week before, I’d never had an issue with any of the things he and I had done or the things I wanted to do. There was no reason tonight should prove different from any other night.
“Are you ready?” I asked. “Count them so I know you’re okay.”
“Yes,” he agreed, a call back to our original conversations.
I touched his ass with my hands, kneading the skin and turning it pink beneath my fingers. He moaned, fisting the sheets and leaning into me. His cock leaked a stream of precum down to the bed, and my own cock gave another valiant jump.
I smoothed the belt through my hands, stretching the leather before letting it fly. The first strike wasn’t soft, but it wasn’t serious either. Hendrix didn’t even flinch when he counted it out. The second and third were much the same, and I did my best to ignore the way his asshole puckered on impact.
The fourth strike drew a grunt out of his throat; the fifth, a whimper that had me worried I was going to come again. But Hendrix knew the game, and as soon as the belt landed against his skin, he rolled onto his back, tearing open the condom with his teeth. I watched, rapt, as he rolled the latex down his length, and while objectively I knew he could put his entire arm into that condom, I worried if he was too big for it. The latex stretched and shined, even more so when he slicked himself generously with lube.
Hendrix raised his lubed fingers. “Prep?”
