Ain’t that the truth.
Not wanting to delay anymore, I raise my hand and bring it down on his left ass cheek. Luca gasps as my palm lands, jumping slightly. Soothing where I just spanked him, I ask, “You okay?”
“Yeah. Keep going.”
Raising my hand again, I bring it down on the other side, soothing the sting with gentle rubs.
I alternate between Luca’s left and right cheek, rubbing away the pain before I move on. Luca rests his head on the bench, panting and moaning as I give him swat after swat.
“More,” he whispers, panting. “More, please.”
Instead of undoing his restraints to take off his underwear, I grab both sides and rip them down the middle, too keyed up to wait to see the red of his ass.
When his briefs are in shreds by my feet, I suck in a breath as I eye the handprints on his ass cheeks.
I grab both cheeks in my hands, squeezing tightly, my cock twitching when Luca whimpers. “You look so fucking good here,” I mutter as I circle a finger around his pucker. “So fucking sweet.”
Spreading him open, I stick out my tongue and taste him there, licking and sucking at his hole.
“Professor!” he moans as he tries in vain to push back against my face. I chuckle against him when he whines in frustration.
“Safe word?” I ask before going back to his entrance, making love to his hole with my tongue.
“Absolutelynot. No safe word. I just… mmfh…”
My hand comes down on his ass, harder than before, and Luca practically screams his pleasure. “More, Luca,” I demand before bringing my hand down again, my tongue lashing at his hole.
“Mad… Maddox. I’m going to come. I’m going to come… oh, oh… fuck!”
I swat him one more time and a high-pitched moan peals from his throat as his hole contracts around my tongue. I smile as I continue to lap at him, pushing him to take the pleasure I’m giving him.
When he slumps against the bench, I kiss his hole one more time, then stand up, my dick straining against my pants. I want to fuck him so badly it hurts, but I need to take care of him. Luca looks as if he’s going to pass out, his eyes half lidded and his body lax.
I reach for his restraints so I can bring him down, but Luca shakes his head. “No. I want you… want you to fuck me… like this.”
I fight not to ask if he’s sure. Nothing Luca ever tells me comes from a place of doubt or second guessing. He wants what he wants and doesn’t apologize for it.
This is the side of Luca I fucking adore.
“Keep… clothes on,” he mutters, blushing prettily for me.
“Anything else, little lamb?”
“No, just that. Now, please,” he moans.
I undo my pants and pull my cock out, stroking it so he can see. “Can you take me like this?”
“Yes. I want it so bad.”
“Me too,” I tell him honestly, my body thrumming at the thought of having him like this.
Reaching over to the table beside the bench, I pump some lube into my hands and slick up my cock. I fucked Luca open with my tongue, but I still slide two fingers in to get him ready, scissoring him open. Just to fuck with him, I press against his prostate, relishing how he moans and squirms against the bench.
Once he’s ready and wet for me, I line up behind him, notching my cockhead to his pucker.
“Ready for me, Luca?” I ask, my voice rough with arousal.
“Please?”
