My body vibrated with the need to get inside of this man, but there was something to definitely be said about the anticipation that came from being on my knees. On the bed, Lincoln groaned again, then sat up, stripping out of his shirt awkwardly with one hand. My cum-covered tie still wrapped loosely around his other fist.
“How do you feel about gags?” he asked, sitting upright and bracing his bare feet against the floor.
I was so overdressed, but I’d never felt more exposed.
“Yes, please,” I whispered.
“Pull down your pants,” Lincoln said, chin raised. “Just down to your knees and then come get on my lap.”
“I’m too big, I’ll?—”
“Come get on my lap,” he said again, licking his lips. “Sir.”
It was impossible to tell him no when hearing that three-letter word made me desperate to only tell him yes.
I pulled open my belt and tugged down my fly. I shoved my pants and my underwear down to my thighs, then fanned myself out over the top of his lap. It was awkward until he adjusted my position so my erection was tucked between his thighs, and I groaned for how tight his muscles held me.
“Open,” he murmured next, pulling my head up with a tight grip on my hair.
I swallowed and parted my lips, grunting when he used sticky fingers to shove the balled-up—and probably ruined—tie into my mouth. The salty taste of his cum immediately filled my mouth, and I groaned, the sound turning into a moan when he dropped my face back onto the sheets.
“I’m not holding you down,” he said, stroking his fingers over the small of my back. “If you hate this, just get up and I’ll stop.”
There was no way to tell him that I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, I’d never hate this. I nodded, my lashes fluttering when he dug his fingertips into my ass cheek. One hand pressed between my shoulder blades, more affirming than restricting, and then Lincoln’s hand landed against my ass with a deafening crack.
My body tensed, and he went still, and then without any prompting from my brain, my hips thrust downward, pushing my cock toward the sheets. Lincoln let out a quiet laugh, drawing swirls over the place he’d just spanked me.
“Sir likes it,” he said softly, then he spanked me again.
It was easy to get lost in the steady and expected cadence of Lincoln’s hand against my ass. The calming strokes of his fingers up and down the length of my spine. Even the tight squeeze of his thighs around my cock as he continued to strike my ass. He moved his attention lower, alternating between firm slaps against my already tender ass and the extremely sensitive backsof my thighs. Every nerve in my body lit up like a live wire, the only thing stopping me from getting lost in it entirely was the embarrassing amount of spit rolling down my chin.
Lincoln wouldn’t have been embarrassed if it were him. I didn’t think he would be, at least, but he had a lot more experience with this kind of thing than I did. My know-how was limited to an hour here and there spent reenacting porn I’d seen on the internet. Suddenly, being over his lap felt more like role play than anything I’d done with any men before him. Kneeling had been okay, kneeling had beenmorethan okay, but this…
Rocking my shoulder, I moved enough to dislodge his hand from between my shoulders.
“Enough?” he asked quietly.
I climbed off his lap, the balled-up and soaking tie still in my mouth.
Lincoln flung himself backward on the bed and spread his legs, almost the same pose as when he’d been jerking off earlier except now he cradled his balls in his hand, lifting his sac and cock up to show me his asshole. My mouth went dry, and with a surprising flash of reluctance, I yanked the tie out of my mouth.
“Want to fuck you,” I said, tongue sticking to the roof of my mouth.
“You better.”
It was easy to cover Lincoln’s body with mine. Easier still to slick my fingers with lube and shove them between his legs. His body was hot and tight, but he made room for me like I was made to be inside of him. Maybe I liked the spanking more than I thought because, on top of Lincoln, I moved like a man possessed. My fingers thrust and scissored him open, and I only used my hand until the fine lines around the corners of his mouth went slack.
“Take me bare,” he said on a gasp, the tip of my dick already notched against his slippery asshole.
He didn’t need to tell me twice.
He barely needed to tell me once.
I thrust into Lincoln with enough force it slid us both up toward the headboard, and I had to force myself to go still inside of him so I didn’t come on the spot. With my head hanging low and the curled ends of his hair tickling my nose, I fought my way through a tremble that threatened to knock all of my joints out of place.
“Oh,” Lincoln exhaled, his hands coming around my waist with an exceedingly noticeable sort of delicacy, especially considering the fact those hands had most definitely left purple bruises on my ass.
“Hmn?” I pushed forward, making sure every inch I could fit had sunk inside of him. Needing more of a pause, I pressed my mouth against the side of his neck, kissing and sucking and baring my teeth against the thin skin behind his ear.
