He dropped his gaze to my dick, still straight-faced.“Am I gonna have to do it myself?”
My mouth fell open; I fanned myself dramatically, then dropped my shorts as fast as possible.
“Better.”He crooked a finger at me.
I took a few steps closer, my cock standing straight out, dark and bouncing with every move.I suddenly felt completely fucking stupid, standing in front of this fully clothed hottie, this man I was desperately in love with, asking him to play a silly game with me.
But his smile slid sideways, changed into something almost smug.“You know where you’re supposed to go.”
Ffffuckkk.I shifted from one foot to another.Giggled breathlessly, like a damn idiot.
He laughed again, covering his face.“Sorry; sorry!Is this not working?”
“It’s working too well,” I admitted, licking my lips again.
The smile went just a little smug again.He crooked his fingers again and patted his thigh.“C’mere.I’ll be gentle.Mostly.”
I hoped he wouldn’t, but we’d agreed to work our way up slowly, and I knew it was for the best.I came to the couch and knelt on it beside him.Put my hands in my lap and sat back on my knees.
He reached up and twirled one of my curls around his finger.“You’re beautiful.”
I flushed from my chest to my ears.My head was spinning, my body keyed the fuck up.I wanted to just throw myself into his arms…
But I also wanted him to do the work to make me.So fucking much.
“But you’re still in trouble,” he reminded me.“So…” He gestured to his lap.
I pretended to be disappointed, pouting again.
He unwound my curl from his finger, let his hand fall to my side—and suddenly smacked my ass with a loud, satisfying crack.My skin went tight, the static electric sensation of impact spreading from my asscheek into my thighs, my balls, my cock.
I thought I would yelp, but instead I whimpered and fell forward.He settled me carefully into the position we’d worked out before, with one of his thighs beneath mine, just below my cock, and the other thigh under my chest.That way I could use my hands and knees on the couch for stability without sacrificing the sheer vulnerability of the position.
His legs were warm and hard through his jeans, and the underside of my cock pressed into his inner thigh, the head buried in the cushion between his legs.This poor couch.Seriously, I was spending a fortune in upholstery cleaner and it was worth every penny.
“You good?”he murmured.
I nodded.It was uncomfortable but secure by design.He stopped steadying me and ran one hand over the small of my back, the other over the ass cheek he’d already cracked.I took a deep breath, trying to relax into him, trying to focus on his hands, his body, his voice.
“You have anything to say?”he asked.
I could hear the smile in his voice, and smiled into the couch in reply.Shook my head.
He said, “Too bad.”
I felt him tense beneath me and tightened up instinctively.His hand stung my ass again, this time down lower, and I started.Then, as the fizzy sting spread from the point of impact, I took another deep breath and relaxed into it.
“That’s better,” he murmured, voice all hot and gravelly.
Warmth surged down deep in me and I arched, rubbing my cock against his thigh as best I could.It wasn’t enough, and I made a little sound of protest.
“Nevermind,” he whispered, then swatted the same ass cheek in a slightly different spot.Then again, and then one more time, each one progressively sharper.When no more came, I wriggled again, just barely able to rub off against the couch if I angled just right.
He trailed his fingertips over my stinging asscheek, drawing soothing circles and shapes.
Felt like he’d smacked more than just my ass; everything was suddenly super sensitive, from my hard nipples rubbing against his jeans to my knees jammed into the upholstery.
He started on the other ass cheek, three times in a row, harder and harder.Another deep breath, and then he flattened one hand to the small of my back, rubbing it as I let all the air out.
