Fuck, I shouldn’t.
On the other hand, the sounds he’d made when I’d filled him with the first one...
“Master,” he whimpered when I decided to go for it and pushed both fingers inside him at once.
“Too much?” I asked, freezing in place. The fit was fuckingtight... but then Noah made another desperate little sound, and a grin split my face before I could stop it.
Fuckyeah.
I used my free hand to spank him again, feeling his hole spasm around my fingers as he flailed, and sure enough, after he finished gasping and jerking around on my lap, that sweet channel of his finally loosened up enough to let me get both fingers in a little farther.
Shit, that action had me making a pretty fucking desperate sound of my own. Fully justified, for the record, becauseJesus, he felt good.
I pushed my fingers in even deeper, and holy fuckingChrist, it was an epiphany: Noah’s ass wasn’t just my happy place. It was exactly where I wanted to spend the entire rest of my life.
I knew it was gonna need a hell of a lot more lube and training before I could make that dream into a reality, but it was all too easy to imagine how he’d come apart for me if I flipped him over, lifted him up to straddle me, and impaled him on my cock right now.
I took a shuddering breath, reining in my imagination and putting a pin in that plan for later.
“Master?” Noah whispered, humping himself on my lap and forcing my fingers in deeper. “Gage?”
“Goddamn, baby, you’re too fucking tempting,” I gritted out, thrusting in hard for a second, just like he seemed to want, and earning a sobbing gasp for it that almost undid me.
Time to refocus and get my mind off fucking him.
Consequences.Right.
I spanked him—earning a whole different flavor of gasp as he tightened around the two fingers I still had buried deep in his ass again—and that was so damn satisfying that I laid down a steady pattern of hard swats that had him bright pink and sobbing my name in seconds.
“This hole of yours is greedy for my cock, isn’t it, slave?” I goaded him as I spanked him, twisting my fingers a little each time but never pulling them out. “You fucking love this, but what you really need is something more, isn’t it? Something that will fill you good? Something that will prove you’re mine?”
Oops. Guess Ihadn’tgotten my mind off fucking him.
“Yes yes,God, Master, G, please,yes,” Noah sobbed, shamelessly fucking himself back on my fingers now between each smack, then gasping and jerking forward to drive his dick between my thighs every time my palm cracked into him. “Give me, please do… please… just…Gage. Oh God.”
I stopped spanking him for a second and pulled my fingers out, a slow slide through a hot, silken vise, then stared in awe at the way his hole gaped open for a second before it tightened up again.
I could legit watch that all day.
I pushed my fingers back in, and he moaned.
Jesus, hewantedit. I knew what the internet had said about going slow and taking time to stretch and train him and all that, but holy fuck, his body was literally sucking me in.
I still wasn’t gonna rush it… much. But damn if it wasn’t satisfying to know that his ass recognized its master and reacted accordingly.
Noah made another one of those hot little sounds, and I pulled my fingers out again… then pushed them back in. Then out again. Then in. Then out, panting and groaning myself now as my fingers dragged against the resistance of his hole and caught on his rim with every thrust.
Noe whimpered and whined and begged me for more, humping against me ever more urgently, and fuck if I could resist him like this.
I spat again, then gave him three.
Noah made a choked sound when I pushed them in, his whole body instantly going rigid.
Shit.
Motherfuckingshit.
I had them pressed tightly together and had barely gotten more than the tips inside him, but three was too much. Or maybe there just wasn’t enough lubrication? Or, fuck. Didn’t matter. Whatever the fuck the reason, what the fuck had I been thinking? I was clearly hurting him and had seriously fucked up, and that wasnotokay.
