We step aside to let other guys play. We've hogged it long enough, and there's an unspoken rule about sharing or you look like an asshole. We settle into the bean bags.
"Congrats on MMA today," Ethan says. "You impressed me. I didn't expect you to win."
My eyebrows shoot up. Then I smirk. "I wouldn't give up. I'm not a wimp."
"Yes, you are," he teases. I furrow my brow, trying to look mortally offended. "And are you calling me a wimp? Because I gave up."
"Yes!" I exclaim, all excited, and I can hear Jack's voice in my head about the puppy tail thing.
"I'll remember that for your next spanking," he says, and my cock strains against my briefs. He notices my expression and smirks. "Oh, you like that, don't you? You like when I threaten to punish you."
"No, I like it when you actually do it."
He stares at me for a second too long. Conspiratorial.
"So come," he says, getting up from the bean bag. I frown.
"What?"
"You heard me. Follow me. Now."
Fuck.
I jump to my feet.
The moment we open the door to his office; I take back what I said about the rec room. This office is the best part of this fucking place.
We start kissing like we're starving. He traps my tongue between his teeth, sucking on the tip, making it hurt a little, making it feel incredible. I melt.
He lets go of my mouth and starts kissing my neck, hands roaming my back. I moan softly. My cock is painfully hard. His hands slide under my shirt, teasing my skin, sending tingles racing through me. His lips trail along my shoulder, and I arch into his touch, whimpering as his fingers lace through my hair. I turn to face him, eyes locking. He wraps an arm around my waist, pulls me against him, kisses me again. I feel his cock hard against me. He starts pulling down my sweatpants.
"I want you so badly," I whisper.
"I know, baby." His voice is low. He starts working me open with his fingers, and it feels like heaven. I gasp as he positions himself, cold lube on my skin, my heart racing with anticipation.
"Now, Ethan," I beg. My voice shakes. I don't need more prep. He doesn't need encouragement. One slow thrust, and he's inside me. I cry out, my body arching back into him as he fills mecompletely. We both moan, savoring it.
His fingers dig into my hips as he starts to move, slow and steady. I can feel him throbbing inside me. I reach down to stroke myself as we move together. Ethan groans, picking up speed. It hurts so much, it feels like heaven, I can't decide which. Our breathing goes ragged. His heart pounds against my back as he thrusts harder. My body is on fire.
"Can you... spank me?" I say, not believing my own words.
He chuckles. "You want to be spanked?"
He smacks my ass. Harder than I expect. I yelp, my whole body jolting. His hand leaves a mark, and I gasp at the sting. He laughs, a deep sound that makes my heart skip.
"You like that, don't you?"
"Yes. I love it," I admit with barely a whisper.
"Good boy." He keeps spanking me, harder each time, while he keeps thrusting. He reaches down and grabs my cock, stroking it roughly. "I know what you need, pet. But you're going to beg for it first."
"Please, Daddy," I say, eyes closed, as he strokes me slowly. I want to make him go faster, more pressure, but I can't move. It's so much, feeling him inside me while he touches me.
He chuckles. His fingers leave my cock, and he pulls out. I almost cry. I whimper, squirming, looking back at him, so desperate for the sudden loss I could sob.
"Beg for it, pet," he whispers in my ear. "Beg for me."
My heart races. My cock throbs. The desperation is overwhelming.
