He bobbed against me, maybe trying to nod, but was too busy making those sexy little sounds of his to actually make any words.
I’d give him a pass on that this time, since the whole thing was getting me worked up, too. Besides, I already knew the answer. His hole was fuckinggrippingmy fingers. Sucking them in deep. Damn near begging for them as it pulled me in and started opening up for me, bit by bit.
Definitely better.
“That’s it, sweetheart, so fucking good for me,” I purred, entranced by the sight… the feel… fuck, even the dirty-slicksoundas I drove them in and dragged them back out, again and again. A little harder each time. A little deeper. And when I finally twisted them around in a bid for that prostate action I’d read about—nailing it like a boss and making Noah’s whole body shudder andthehottest sound on the motherfucking planet burst out of his mouth—it hit me that I could probably make him come without touching his cock like this. And wasn’tthata fucking rush? I mean, fuck, he’d already done it hands-free just from just sucking my cock the other day, so this?
Hell yeah, I could make him come.
I’d make him come with a part of me buried so deep inside him that he’d never forget who he belonged to. I’d make him come just because his master wanted him to. I’d make him come by keeping him fuckingimpaled, just like this, while I tagged that P-spot and spanked the jizz right out of him to finish following through on those consequences I’d promised him earlier.
“Jesus fuck,” I rasped, the idea making my dick so hard thatIwas the one aching now. “I’m gonna own this greedy little ass, Noe. Gonna make sure you remember that your master was here when we’re done. Gonna make you shoot so hard for me you forget your own name. You ready for that, babe?”
“Please, Master, yes, I need… oh God, G,please,” he started begging, each word more of a desperate little gasp than a complete thought as he rocked up against my hand, trying to keep his balance on my lap, get more of my fingers, and get himself off, too.
Nuh-uh. Nope.Iwas the one who’d get him off.
“I’ve got you, babe,” I reminded him, my cock throbbing so damn hard now that it was sending rippling pulses of heat down my thighs… up my spine… straight through to my balls as they started pulling up high and tight, like they thoughtIwas gonna be the one to shoot untouched.
Oh,hellno.
Well, at least not until after I took care of my boy.
“Gonna spank you hard now, Noe. Gonna spank you until you fly,” I said, getting started on exactly that.
He let loose with a mouth-watering moan, his body jerking against me.
“Gonna keep going until you shoot this time, baby. Need you to show Daddy how good you can be. Show me how well you can obey your master. I want you to fucking drown my balls in your cum, sweetheart. Need you to give me what’s mine, slave—”
I kept right on letting that shit tumble out of my mouth without any censor; spanking him the way his body was telling me it needed; laying into his sweet, cherry-red ass with one hand while keeping my two fingers as deep as I could get them in his hot little hole with the other; spanking him hard and fast, my cock throbbing along even harder with each and every crack of my palm, until finally—fina-fucking-lly—my boy gave me what I’d asked for, did what I’d told him to and shot all over my lap... and the chair.. and the floor... and even the goddamn legs of mydesk.
Swear to fuck, Noah went off like a motherfucking geyser, that ass of his almost breaking my fucking fingers as he came, tightening and rippling and trying to milk the ever-loving shit out of them as he shook and shuddered with the force of it. And fuck. What his ass was doing to my fingers…
Someday, when Ididfinally get my cock in him?
Fuuuuuuuuuccccckkkkk.
That thought—along with the hot scent of his cum and the gorgeous, gasping sobs he was making as he unloaded all over me—was all it took before I was thrusting up against him and coming, too. Being ripped apart by my balls trying to turn themselves inside out. Coming so hard it was nothing short of a goddamn motherfuckingmiraclemy shorts didn’t rip apart, too.
“Jesus,” I gasped, gathering Noah up and holding him against me tight as soon as I could see straight again, trying to wrap my mind around it.
I’d just come in my fucking pants, all for him. I’d come just from spanking him. I’d come from the feel of his ass letting me in like that… from all that hot begging of his… from knowing I was in charge and from the way he’d stripped naked on my say-so and ceded me all rights to his hole. From the way he always,alwaysasked for more… and from the way, just like right now, that he clung to me and motherfuckingmeltedonce I gave it to him.
“Was I good, Master?” he mumbled, his face buried in my neck and his words kinda slurred, like I’d wrecked him just as much as that shit had done me.
“Always, bro,” I said, rubbing my face against his hair like a damn sap and taking a deep breath, like a damn addict. But fuck it. That’s exactly what I was. “You’re fucking perfect.”
Even better, he was one hundred percent, from now until forever,mine.
And fuck his parentals and their plans for him. I was keeping him.
10
Noah
“What did I miss?”Arnie whispered, sliding into the empty seat next to me ten minutes after our economics class started.
“Um,” I said, floundering for an answer as I blinked at him in surprise. I mean, not that it was actually a surprise to see him—I saw him all the time since he lived in the same dorm as me and Gage and had been enrolled in this class with me all semester—but it was just that my mind had been... elsewhere.
