Mickey drilled him so fast and fierce that their bodies were slapping together, and the noise echoed throughout the room. He didn’t know what was coming over him, but he suddenly swept his hand down and smacked Roger’s ass to add to the symphony of sinful sounds.
“Oh, God! Master!” Roger’s body tightened down around Mickey’s cock, and he pulled his legs up to bite down on his knee as he whimpered. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! God, yeah! Fuck me up!”
“Yeah, you fuckin’ slut,” Mickey grunted as his thighs burned. “Take that fuckin’ dick! Mmm, yeah! Just like that!”
“Thank you, master!” Roger’s jaw was hanging open, and he cried out shamelessly with each slam. “Thank you, fuck! Yes!”
Heat was already coiling up inside of Mickey’s loins, and his balls were pounding with the need for release. He was getting close, and he was overwhelmed with sensation. Roger felt so damn good, and the thrill of dominating him was so much that it was making Mickey’s lips tingle.
He knew then he was totally fucked because he already wanted to do this again. He didn’t want to give this up. He wanted to punish Roger, to spank him, to make him his over and over—
“Fuck!” Mickey groaned as he suddenly came, his hips stuttering as he worked himself through his orgasm. The head of his cock throbbed as it was surrounded in the wet heat of his load, and the piercing there was aching sweetly. It was wave after wave of intense feeling, a pleasure that made every muscle in his body ache and sizzle as his dick pulsed.
“Yeah, get that fuckin’ nut, master. Yeah, come on.” Roger reached down to grab his cock and jerk himself off. “Mmm, fuck yes!”
Mickey watched him in a daze, still coming down from his climax, but he snapped out of it when he realized what Roger was doing. He curled his hand over Roger’s, halting him. “Ah ah, did I tell you that you could fuckin’ come?”
“No, master.” Roger licked his lips. “No, you didn’t. But… but I was good for you. Can I please come now?”
“Not yet.” Mickey felt a twinge of excitement from how obediently Roger moved his hand away, clearly waiting for permission. He pulled out with a satisfied groan, sliding off the bed and heading into the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
He got a glimpse of himself in the dingy mirror, and he was struck by how he was smiling.
He looked… happy.
He also had a giant bite mark on the side of his neck.
That son of a bitch!
Mickey was tempted not to let Roger come and make him wait until next time, but he immediately squashed the idea. This was supposed to be a one and done deal. That was it.
No matter how much fun it was to boss Roger around and spank him, he didn’t have time to get involved.
He did, however, have time to make Roger wait a little longer. He lingered inside the bathroom for a few more minutes, used the toilet, washed up, and finally came out to find Roger face down, humping the bed impatiently.
“Please, master,” Roger groaned, gazing up at Mickey. “Can I come now? I was so good. I was so damn good. I fuckin’ waited like you told me to.”
Mickey debated dragging this out more, but he was starting to feel the itch to leave. There wasn’t any reason for him to stay now that he’d gotten off. He wasn’t exactly the cuddling type.
He gathered his things and said, “Go on. You’ve been very good for me. You get to come now.”
“Thank fuck!” Roger flopped onto his back, grabbing his cock and stroking fast. He bit his bottom lip, and he panted, “Yeah, fuck… thank you, master.”
Hovering by the door, Mickey decided to at least wait until Roger finished. He liked watching him, seeing the way his stomach and thighs flexed as he drove himself over the edge with a loud gasp. A residual twinge of lust made Mickey’s spent cock twitch as Roger’s cock shot all over his abs, and he was half-tempted to go over and get a taste.
Instead, he asked, “You good?”
Roger stretched across the bed with a happy sound, and he turned his head to smirk at Mickey. “Oh, I’m awesome. Obviously. I haven’t had a fuck like that since my last Bible study group.”
Mickey snorted, refusing to laugh but unable to resist cracking a smile. “Fuck, you really are crazy.”
“Yeah.” Roger beamed.
“You need a ride somewhere?”
“And waste this fancy hotel room?” Roger laughed. “In your dreams.” He batted his eyes. “Don’t worry about little ol’ me. I’ll catch a cab in the morning.”
“You still owe me a new window,” Mickey said pointedly.
