“No, no, fuck,” he mumbled.
Hesitating, which was not at all like me, I glanced up into his face as irritation slammed me. He bared his teeth and jutted his chest toward me.
“I meant, no I didn’t do that, not no stop or anything stupid like that. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
Chuckling, I swirled my tongue around his nipple, teasing it again. My cock was keenly interested in making an acquaintance with all of Fallon’s pretty skin, so I tugged the knot on the towel and flung it aside. I stared at his cut abs—his physique was the height of perfection—then frowned.
“Where is yer insulin pump?” I ran my thumb along his hip. “Ye aren’t supposed to have it off long, are ye?”
He shrugged. “I can take it off for as long as I want if I check my numbers and jab myself. I had it off to spar earlier and haven’t put it back on yet. Sometimes it’s good to just not have something hanging off me, you know?”
Grunting, I went after his nipple again, biting until he moaned. When I glanced down, his cock jutted nicely against my thigh, the tip glistening with precum as he rubbed against my suit trousers.
Tweaking his nipples was a treat now that I’d abused them. He bit his lip and stared at me through watery blue eyes. I could punch him until his nose broke and his face was bloody and I would probably never get tears, but stringing his body out like this brought so many beautiful emotions to dance across his face, and I fecking loved it.
“Did ye do anything like this to Vail?”
He shook his head and his cheeks flushed.
“Gonna make them sore—” I twisted his nipples until he hissed. “—then set Vail loose on ye. He loves to suck on anything attached to a man he loves. When he’s ready to fuck, I’ll stick my cock in ’im and leave ye to suffer. That’s yer punishment for not listenin’ to me.”
“No, I did listen! I tried,” Fallon said, rutting his cock faster against me.
“Did ye? Did ye really?” I whispered into his ear.
Fallon swallowed hard enough that the click of his throat was loud between us. “Is this rough?”
Snorting, I attacked his mouth, delving my tongue between his pink lips and owning him for a few minutes. When I pulled back, I winked at him. “This is nothing.”
My blood was up and I wanted inside him, but tormenting Fallon was half the fun. I wasn’t sure what it was about him, but he took to playing with me so well. I pulled him away from the wall and over to the bed, then sat.
He cocked his head and stared at me, and I yanked him down and across my lap so that his gorgeous, pale arsecheeks were in the air and his hard-on rubbed between my thighs. He laughed, but that quickly turned into a groan as I spread his cheeks apart to look at his pink hole. Leaning down, I swiped the tip of my tongue over his pucker.
“Why do ye think ye’re here, in this predicament?” I straightened and slid my hand across his muscled arsecheeks.
“You know, Aspen spanks me. This isn’t original,” he grumped.
“Oh, isn’t it?” I asked, teasing my finger against his hole. “That’s too bad because ye need to learn to follow me orders. Maybe I’ll stand ye in a corner with yer nose to the wall instead and tie yer hands behind yer back.”
He whimpered and shook his head, and I gave his round arsecheeks a test slap. He hissed and thrust against my lap, trying to get friction I didn’t give him. “But I did what you told me. This isn’t fair,” he protested, voice a breathy mess.
“Follow me orders to the letter, do not half-arse them.” I slapped his arse for real, putting some muscle into it.
He moaned and turned to glare up into my face, and I felt a little bad because he appeared genuinely upset. I hadn’t meant to hurt his feelings. “I did my best.”
Smacking his arse one more time got me a squirming lapful of beautiful man, so I did it again and again until he was whimpering. “Not well enough. Why didn’t ye do what I told ye to do?”
“Fuck, I don’t like hurting Vail, okay?”
Squeezing his arsecheek hard, I hummed. “That’s fine because I love hurting ye.”
“Does it make you happy?” he asked, the words barely a whisper.
“Aye.”
He stuck his arse higher in the air, even though he couldn’t move much without taking a dive onto his head on the floor, and I moaned as my cock jerked hard in my trousers. I put one arm across him, gripping his side so that I could keep him secure on my lap, and then I unleashed on him, slapping his bouncy, beautiful arsecheeks. I kept going until sweat made my hair damp and the globes of his arse glowed a brilliant red. My hand began to go numb. I was after something and wasn’t quite getting it from him, and in the end, it took a while for me to hear what I was listening for.
A single sob.
