“Perfect,” he decided.“And the implication that you’re gonna fuck me after.Or during.Or eventually.”
“Should it be, like… light?Or hard?Or—how do I know?”I wasn’t even sure what I was asking, really.
He giggled and said, “Wanna try?”
I sat up, sending Shortcake scurrying, and peeled off my shorts.
He laughed some more.“Wait, you want me to do it to you?”
“Yeah.I wanna see what you’re looking for.”I stood and stretched.
He watched me, licking his lips and leaving them wet.Then leaned back into the couch and crooked his finger at me.
I raised an eyebrow and crawled back onto the couch, hovering over his lap.“Uh…”
He grabbed my ass cheek and squeezed.“Right there.Get comfy.”
Biting my lip to keep from laughing too hard, I stretched out across his lap.Then had to readjust, because my cock was a thousand percent in the way.“Fuck.”
“Hang on; lemme…” He leaned down and spread his knees wider, so my dick fit between his thighs.“Better?”
I turned my face toward him and pillowed it on my arms.“Okay, hit me.”
“You don’t have to use your hand, by the way.It can kinda sting.”He rubbed one warm hand over my cheek in a circle.
“That’s the point, right?”I asked.Not to mention one of my favorite things about this idea was that it was an excuse to just have my hands all over him.
“Yeah; I like the sting.Okay, easy at first.”
“Ready.”
He drew his hand up and brought it back down.My ass bounced in response, and I let out a little laugh.“That does sting.And now it feels kinda fuzzy.”
He drew circles with his fingertips in the hair on my cheek, almost tickling where the flesh was still fizzling from the slap.
“Ohhh…” I said.Honestly, him touching me anywhere like that would be hot.And being thrown over his lap naked was incredibly vulnerable, but there was no real fear in it, because it wasDiego.
“More?”he asked.
“Yeah.Go ahead.Show me how hard you want it to get.”
“I mean, it’s a mood thing,” he said.“Let me know when it’s too much.”
I nodded, and he swatted me again in the same spot.Traced his fingertips over the stinging skin, and then swatted again up higher, so the burning fizzle sensation spread.He asked, “Okay?”
“It’s kinda nice,” I admitted with a breathless laugh.“I never really thought about sensation like this.”
He gave me a few more swats, each one sharper than the next, in slightly different spots on that cheek.Then he started tickling again, soothing, and the combination of the sting and the tickle made my balls ache just a little.“I think I just like you touching me,” I admitted.
“That’s definitely part of it.”He chuckled, still tickling gently.“And like, I’m so focused on you right now.You know all I’m thinking about is doing this for you.”
“Funny how a lot of your list is about wanting to be the center of attention,” I pointed out, smirking over my shoulder.
He swatted me harder, with the most satisfying cracking sound yet.I gave a little “oof,” and he said, “See, you can also get immediate retribution when I mouth off, like this.”
“Gotta admit I have had that urge for a lonnnnnng time.”
“Mmm, but you’re atmymercy, now.”He raised his hand.
