“Jesus, baby,” I muttered, my cock suddenly feeling pretty fucking desperate, too.
I plunged my finger in deeper, pushing it past the first knuckle and making him whine. Then I spat in his hole again, getting it good and wet, and kept going that way, but harder. Faster. Thrusting it in and out until he was all but fucking my lap, trying to get more of it.
And holyfuck, the idea of feeling the tight, insanely hot grip of his ass strangling my cock instead? Of feeling it when I was balls-deep inside him and prepared to fill him with my cum? That shit was straight-up intoxicating. In fact, with the way he was suddenly bucking against my finger, I was pretty sure if I didn’t hurry the fuck up and yank my mind offthatparticular scenario, I was gonna be sorely tempted to do something to his untrained ass that it definitely wasn’t ready for yet.
I groaned, but slid my finger out and then pulled Noah’s hands away from his ass, minimizing the temptation for both our sakes.
He whined again—sexy as all fuck, for the record—but nope. Not his call.
“Brace yourself, slave,” I said when he wobbled on my lap, his hands flailing in mid-air. “You’ve still got someotherconsequences coming, remember?”
“Yes, Master,” he said with another one of those breathy little moans, his voice sounding muffled and thick from having had his head hanging low for so long. Still, he did as he’d been told and flattened his palms on the floor to find his balance, giving me an instant show of obedience that felt almost as good as fingering that ass of his had.
“Good boy,” I murmured, tightening my grip around his waist to hold him steady.
Then I spanked him.
And again.
And—Jesus, it really was addictive—again.
Noah’s body jerked with each smack, pretty little sobs mixing in with dirty-sounding groans and wet, needy gasps. And if I’d had any doubt he wanted the spanking just as much as he’d wanted me to play with his hole, his dick—still rock hard and rubbing up against the inside of my thighs with every swat—was all the reassurance I needed to keep going.
I started spanking him a little bit faster, a little bit harder, right on the fleshy part of his ass—making it bounce and glow and fuckingripple—but then, like it was some kind of drug I really was addicted to, my eyes were drawn back to his pretty little hole. It was clenching and quivering with every smack, winking up at me like it was trying to get my attention again.
Mission accomplished.
“Fuck, baby,” I muttered, giving in and fingering him again after I got it good and wet. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
“What?” Noah blurted, his whole body trembling. “Me?”
“Fuck yeah,you, Noe,” I said thickly, mesmerized all over again by the sight of his body taking me in. “Are you doubting your master?”
He shook his head… little liar. Guess his hole wasn’t the only thing I’d have to train, yeah?
I tightened my grip around his waist and grinned, going back to that slow fucking action since my fingers were thick as fuck and without proper lube and what with him being so fucking tight and all, I wasn’t sure how much his sweet, virgin ass could actually take.
But shit, he wasn’t objecting. I still had to stop, though. No way was he ready for heavy-duty ass play… but fuck, the way he responded already had me addicted.
“Gage, God, G, please,” he panted in a steady stream of horned-up begging, his hot little body trembling one moment, humping my lap the next. And that hole of his… Jesus. Tight as all fuck, butsensitive. Sensitive and goddamn greedy.
Maybe he could take alittlemore?
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” I promised, releasing my grip on his waist and then, with my finger still buried in his ass, rebalancing him across my thighs in a slightly different position.
Then I... multi-tasked.
“Omigod,” Noah shouted when I spanked him again, arms and legs flailing about as his hole tightened convulsively around my digit.
I grabbed him and steadied him, keeping my finger inside him the whole time and pushing it even deeper the minute he unclenched, becausefuck. That was hot.
Then I let go of his waist and did it again.
“Gage,” he wailed when my hand cracked into him, making his ass tighten around my finger so damn good that my cock pulsed. And then, breathlessly, he whispered, “You’re… you’re going to make me come.”
“That’s right, baby,” I said, pulling my finger out for a second so I could lube him up some more with a fresh helping of spit. Then I circled his hole with two of my fingers pressed tightly together, because I was a greedy fuck who wanted more of him, endlessly, and he’d done so damn well with the first one...
Although fuck, two? That would be a lot for him to take. Nowhere near the girth of my cock, but the two of them together were still a lot fuck-ton wider than that little hole of his.
