“I call that you getting what you needed.” Just remembering that turns me on more. The memory of Max bent over his bed, my hand stinging as I turned his cheeks red. “You did need it, didn’t you?”
Max bites his lip and nods.
“You want another one?” I ask, skimming my nose along his cheek. “Because I thought we talked about you using your words.”
“Yes, I’m sorry. Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, I needed it.” He takes a shallow breath. “I needed you to spank me.”
“Damn right you did.” I punctuate every word with a thrust, pushing him closer and closer to his desk, feeling a carpet burn setting into my knees.
I grab his left leg and put it over my shoulder, forcing him to take me deeper.
His mouth is open on a silent groan. His fingers are digging into the carpet, trying to find some type of purchase to steady himself.
I lean close to him, place my lips near his ear. The position forces his leg wider, and I almost groan. “Am I deep enough for you?” I whisper.
He nods, his cheeks flushing a deep red.
With a growl, I pull out and flip him onto his stomach.
He whines in protest, but I don’t give him a second to turn back over. I place one hand on the small of his back and smack his ass hard.
He cries out, his legs bouncing on the carpet.
“Color?” I demand because no matter how into this he seems, I need to know. I have to make sure.
“Green. Fuck, it’s green, Jude. But I need you back in me.”
“Not until you get this.”
He whimpers and rubs his dick on the carpet, trying to get some friction, so I slap his ass again.
“None of that. Push your ass a little into the air.”
When he obeys, his cock is left hanging, the tip barely touching the floor. I shift to kneel next to him. Then I palm his ass before spanking him again and again, watching his round cheeks turn pink and then red.
His fingers dig into the carpet. His face is red, and his knees are shaking.
“Jude, please,” he begs above the sound of my hand hitting his ass over and over. “Please, I need you in me.”
“You should’ve thought about that before you decided not to use your words.”
“I won’t do it again, I swear.”
“That sounds like a lie.” I smack him on every word then rest my hand on his ass. It’s on fire with heat, and when I shift behind him, I see his balls are nearly bursting. “Someone needs to come.”
“Please, Jude. Please.” His words slur, coming too fast and mixed together. “Please fuck me, Jude. I’m green. I’m so green. Just get back in me. I’m begging you.”
“All right.” Gently, I turn him back over, and he stares up at me. His eyes are wide, his pupils huge. I give him one second, and then I’m pushing back into him. His ass is unbearably tight now, and the heat from his cheeks feels like it could sear me.
I don’t even thrust twice before he’s coming with a shout, spraying his stomach and mine. I ride him through it and when he whimpers, I start to pull out, but he wraps a leg around me, digging his heel into my ass to get me to stay.
And that one move, the silent beg for me to do it, has me coming hard, my back bowing.
When I finally pull out of him and collapse beside him, my heartbeat feels like it’ll never slow down.
