“Think I can handle that,” I responded, trying to ignore how my cock woke up. I busied myself with setting the marsala and rice on the plate with some broccoli, and I went lighter on the portion size for Rory. Susie and I hadn’t been particularly adventurous, and it had been too long since I’d had sex, but I had a new piercing to try out and wildness I’d been leashing for years. The hunger that consumed me formed a second pulse.
“You’re making it impossible for me to eat. You know that, right?” Rory said, chewing on his lower lip. He hopped up onto the empty spot on the kitchen table and spread his legs. The hard length down the side of his jeans grew clearer than ever, and my breath hitched. Fuck. Sprawled back, he looked like a goddamn invitation, and I struggled hard to resist.
“You’re going to be relentless, aren’t you?” I countered.
Rory waggled his brows. “It’s one of my best qualities.”
“Then relentlessly eat your damn food,” I teased back, settling into my seat.
“Mm, keep up the attitude, Daddy,” Rory said. “I think I like bossy on you.”
God, his mouth was going to kill me. Yet he hopped off the table and took a seat across from me, tangling his legs with mine. The contact made me soar. I’d gone from minimal human touch to having him up in my space every time we hung out, and I was so addicted that I didn’t know how I’d ever quit. Rory struck me as the casual type, down for a hookup but not more, yet that had never been me.
However, I also wasn’t about to turn down a chance with him, whatever that looked like.
“You’re such a brat. Think I need to spank that ass?” I shot back. The attempt was to tease, but Rory’s eyes widened, flaring with heat. My heart thudded a little harder. I’d never spanked anyone, but the visual of him bent over my lap, his ass bared…damn.
“Is that an offer?” Rory asked, hopping up from his seat to prowl over to my lap. “Because I sure as hell wouldn’t say no.”
“Is this you trying to earn one?” I arched a brow, glancing down at him there. His weight on my lap felt perfect, and heat rushed through me in a fierce sweep. My cock was hard, and when he twined his arms around my shoulders, I wanted to lean in and kiss him all over again.
“Maybe,” he said, biting his lip. His blue eyes danced with mischief.
“You’re trouble, Rory Brannon,” I murmured, a mere inch away from his mouth.
“Never claimed to be anything else.” He shifted back and forth on my lap, his pert ass grinding against my far-too-erect cock.
I swallowed hard. “You asked for it, then. Spread yourself out over my lap.”
Rory’s eyes widened again. Surprising him sent a secret thrill through me, as if I was capable of new and fresh, as if my life wasn’t in the decline.
“Hell yes.” He hopped up off my lap, and I pushed the seat back and spread my legs. I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing, but I’d take my time and enjoy whatever moments I got with him.
“We don’t need to get fancy. If you don’t like anything, just tell me to stop, okay?”
“One hundred percent,” Rory responded, all but leaping over my spread legs. He draped over them as if he belonged there. “You’ve got to do the honors, though.”
God yes. I reached beneath him to undo the button of his jeans, then dragged the zipper down. His breath hitched, and he wriggleda little in my lap, his ass in the air, head hanging down. I yanked the waistband of his briefs and jeans down in one go, until they were midthigh. The brush of his erection against my leg sent a wave of lust roaring through me. Fuck, I wished we were both stripped down for this, just so I could feel skin to skin with him.
His ass was bared to me, and fuuuuck, I wasn’t sure if I’d even last through this. I reached down and palmed one cheek, mesmerized by the jiggle. I’d never done this before, but the thought of it made me so achingly hard I could barely breathe. My balls throbbed, the need to unload more powerful than ever, but instead I focused on Rory’s gorgeous ass.
And how I was going to mark it up.
I drew my hand back and then brought it down with a loud smack. His cheek jiggled from the impact, and he let out a moan. I hadn’t whaled on him with all my might, practicing some restraint, but I’d still swung hard enough that endorphins rushed through me.
“This what you were begging for, baby?” I asked. The endearment slipped out before I could bite it back.
“Yes,” he said, his voice breathy. “More.”
Damn, I could so deliver.
I rained another few spanks down, his cheeks bouncing, his moans starting like a faucet had been turned on. Fuck. Adrenaline rushed through me with each one. I gripped the side of his hip to brace him there and used my free hand to land another blow. Fuck, his ass was perfection. Red bloomed on his cheeks, and he started to writhe in my lap, the movement stimulating my erection that pressed against his hip, and his that rubbed against my leg.
“Can you take a little more?” I asked. “I want to see my marks on your pretty ass.”
“Ohgodyes,” Rory babbled as he thrust his hips forward, grinding against my leg.
I rubbed a circle against his cheek, savoring the heat coming off it, the pinkened skin. Fuck, what would it be like to spank him hard enough for him to feel that tenderness the next day? To have him thinking of me every time he sat down? Headiness swirled through me, and damn, I was so enamored with this—with him.
