Did I give a shit? Not even one.
I ran a hand over his tight, curvy little cheeks, getting a moan for my efforts that instantly made my cock start to throb like a motherfucking beast. Noe’s skin was smooth as silk, his entire ass the perfect size and shape to fit in my hands—yet another sign that he was goddamnmadefor me, obviously—and having him laid out for me like this was much more conducive to action than thought.
Fact: I’d never been much of an ass man before.Noah’sass, though? I squeezed it, and he shivered. Someone had clearly designed it with no other purpose than to star in every one of my newly discovered gay sex fantasies. I fuckingwantedit, and not taking it yet was gonna require some serious willpower... because the second reason I’d lost my train of thought once I had him on my lap was that Noah wiggling himself into position meant his sweet little body rubbed against my throbbing cock, over and over and motherfuckingover, and if he didn’t settle the fuck down in about two point nothing seconds, the combo of having full access to my very own sex slave, that saptastic well offeelingsI’d been hit with a minute ago, and all the perfect goddamn friction he was giving me, right where I needed it, was going to be too much even for my epic levels of self-control.
“Quit squirming, Noe,” I said, wrapping one arm around his waist to lock him in place.
He didn’t quit.
He wanted consequences? Okay then. I laid one out on his ass, almost coming in my fucking shorts at the way it made him jerk against me with a little gasp. And the color that instantly bloomed where my hand had landed? Damn. If I’d thought that blush earlier had looked good on his face, it had nothing on the rush I got from putting some color intothisset of cheeks.
“Settle, slave,” I said, my eyes riveted to his ass as I smoothed my hand over the mark I’d made, willing my cock to listen up and settle down, too.
This time, Noah instantly went still, because I’d told him to and because he was goddamn perfect. But then, because part of how perfect he was included being a horny little fuck addicted to everything I had to give him—which one hundred percent worked for me, for the record—him holding still only lasted for the duration of a panting breath or two before his cock started jerking around where it was wedged between my thighs. Andthen—
“Like… like this, Master?” he asked, shamelessly pushing his ass up against my hand for more. “Is this, um, is this how you want me, G?”
“Yeah, babe,” I said, kinda mesmerized by the glimpses I was getting of that puckered little hole of his as he shifted and squirmed on my lap. “Just like that.”
I pushed one of my thighs up, raising his ass higher… which also oh-so-conveniently-slash-strategically spread it a little more open for my viewing pleasure. And Jesus fuck, that hole of his, winking up at me like a personalized, engraved invitation? It was irresistible. A tight little bud, pretty and pink and surrounded by a hidden ring of soft-looking hairs, a halo of curly fuzz that...
Well, that I had to pet.
Like, fuckinghadto.
“G-G-Gage?” Noah stuttered, his head popping up the instant I brushed my fingers over those downy little hairs.
Huh. Sensitive.
I did it again, this time running my finger right over the puckered entrance to all life’s future pleasures and fuckinglovingthe way it instantly quivered for me, making Noah gasp and clench his cheeks in response. Also, I’d been right. The hidden little hair there was soft as fuck, and no doubt yet another reason it had felt so fucking phenomenal to slide my cock through his ass crack the other day, right before I’d held him down to fuck his thighs and then come so hard my goddamn head had almost imploded.
“Relax,” I said, since he was still clenching.
He took a breath, his slim chest expanding against my legs as he followed my direction, then let it out and did as he’d been told.
Fuck, I loved that.
Noah whimpered, little muscles jumping under his skin, and I tapped his hole with my finger.
“This mine too, babe?” I asked, just to confirm we were both on the same page about the extent of my privileges as his master. Which, for the record, had already been defined—anything goes—but I mean, I was still hella aware that he’d been more than a little worked up about the gay thing the other day, and what was gayer than planning to fuck him in the ass? And that was before we even got to the issue of the whole physics of the cock-in-ass situation, which, even after my research, still felt a little improbable as I stared down at how fuckingtightthat tempting little hole of his looked.
And after some of the cringe-worthy stories I’d read online about lack of lube, lack of care, and lack of common fucking sense? Yeah, no. Master or not, I just wasn’t gonna be able to go there unless I knew for sure that Noah wanted it, too.
I pressed on his hole, a little reminder for him to answer my question, and—
“Yes,” Noah said with a sexy-as-fuck little sigh, his whole body trembling for a second before he let go again and relaxed back down across my lap. “Everything’s yours. You, um, you don’t have to ask, Master. I’m… I’myours, G.”
“Fuck yeah, you are,” I said, because it was true. I’d known it even before I’d asked, but it still did something to me to hear him just come right out and say it like that.
Noah trusted me—just like he should, of course, because I’d do fucking anything for him—but knowing thatheknew that? That he had zero doubts that I’d always look out for him, take care of him, make sure he got what he needed so that he could go ahead and give me that full access pass he’d granted when he’d put the collar on, with no fucking worries about what I’d choose to do with my privileges?Fuckyeah. That knowledge felt almost as good as anything he’d done for my cock so far.
At the risk of sounding like a total sap: maybe even better.
Rubbing Noah’s ass was addictive, and for a while, I alternated between stroking those creamy cheeks of his and petting the quivering little hole hidden between them, weirdly not in a rush to do anything else for the moment even though my cock was fucking steel and there were a shit-ton of hot fantasies in my head from all that research I’d been doing when he’d walked in. Still, I’d promised my boy a spanking, and the way his pretty little dick was still leaking all over me? I needed to get to it. Stay focused. Not get distracted by wondering just how tight that little hole of his actually was and how fucking epic it would feel to bury the snake in it. But nope. The internet had schooled me good on the importance of stocking up on lube before I started researching the answers to that question in a more hands-on way, so getting inside him like I was dying to now was just going to have to wait.
I made myself stop petting his hole—a motherfucking sacrifice, for the record—and palmed the perfect globes of his ass one more time, just because I could.
“You ready for this, babe? Ready for the consequences of giving me a goddamn heart attack the other day when you went dark? Of ignoring your master when he checked in with you? Of having a crap day and then trying to hide that shit from me, even though you know that’s not how we roll?”
