I made him count down from ten, smacking his ass each time.
Whack! Whack!
Xavier’s body trembled and quivered with each spanking, and his whimpers grew more desperate.
Smack! Slap! Slap!
“Tell me how dirty you are,” I ordered him. And with every spanking, he whined and moaned again.
Smack!
“Thank you for the spanking, Sir!”
Smack! Smack!
His cheeks were bright red, and when I pushed my fingers in his crack, I felt the hot edges of his hole, tugging at me.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
I shoved my cock between Xavier’s legs and leaned against the bed to mount him from behind. His delicate fingers wrapped around my cock, pulling my length up against his balls and then stroking both of us together. His skin was sizzling to the touch, and the wet sound of his hand told me that he was leaking precum.
“You going to cum for me?” I growled as his fingers danced along my cock. “Are you going to cum with your butt pink from a hard spanking?”
Xavier moaned and jerked his hips forward. Without another word, he sprayed his load across the sheets. His whole body shook with the orgasm, and I had to wrap my arms around his chest again to hold him up.
“That’s right,” I groaned in his ear. “Give me all of it.”
Xavier’s hand tightened around my cock, and I pulled him back up to his knees. Rubbing my beard against his neck, I felt the aftershocks of his orgasm as his cock leaked out the last of the jizz. Rubbing my hand across his chest, I kept whispering in his ear. “That’s right, that’s right.”
Xavier turned, then fell into my arms. He pulled himself up long enough to kiss me, brushing his tender lips across my mouth, then fell and pressed his face against my chest.
“Dominick…” he said, his voice soft.
“I’m here,” I answered, stroking the hair on the back of his head. “What do you need?”
He turned up to face me and fluttered his eyelashes. His eyes were watery and wide, and breath was coming fast and hot across his lips. I swallowed, and Xavier leaned back up, pressing his lips against my ear.
“That was round one,” he whispered. “You ready for round two?”
* * *
The next morning, the first light was shining through the window when I crawled out of Xavier’s bed. He was sprawled out on his stomach, and his pink butt was sticking in the air. I paused for a moment, watching his back rise and fall with his breath, then leaned down to plant a soft kiss on his backside.
Xavier whimpered quietly in his sleep, then giggled to himself.
I crept down the stairs, pausing to give Bea Arthur a few quick pets. The house was wonderfully quiet and calm in the morning. I was so used to waking to the sound of honking cars and busy streets, I had almost forgotten how relaxing it was to wake up somewhere so still and where I could actually think clearly.
I rummaged around in the fridge and the cupboards, assuming Xavier wouldn’t mind the intrusion. Putting on a pot of coffee, I tracked down the loaf of white bread he had baked the day before, then fried up some tomatoes and eggs to go on top of it. After slicing an avocado and mixing cream into the coffee, I was satisfied I had a meal that could replenish my guy after such a long night.
Stopping to gaze across the garden, I realized that was who he had become to me. Xavier was my guy. Somehow, I had known that I couldn’t find him in New York. I just never would have guessed he would be living here, on a quiet street in the city where I grew up.
A street I knew he wouldn’t leave. A house that he had made a home. A life that couldn’t follow me to China, or England, or any of the other places I thought my career would bring me.
Typical Dominick, I thought. As soon as I got what I wanted, I hungered for something more.
“Good morning,” Xavier said, stepping into the kitchen. He had a soft blue robe hanging off of his shoulders, and when he stepped forward, it opened just enough to give me a peek of his pink briefs. “Aren’t you cold?”
In my boxers and a T-shirt, I should have been. But somehow, seeing Xavier, I just felt warm. Rubbing my arms, I shrugged. “My Colorado blood, I guess. I’m used to a chill.”
