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I rub my beard against his smooth arse cheeks as I come up for air, grinning at the rash I’ve left behind. Noah’s practically plastered to the wall. His arch is fucking perfection, and his arse is a work of art, the pink straps of his jock pushing his plump cheeks out for me.
I get to my feet, slowly stroking his curves before slapping him hard.
“Fuck, Robbie!” He tries to jerk away from me, but I dig my fingers into his hips to hold him still.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now, sweetheart.” I bite his earlobe and press against his bare back. “You’ve been a little shit since you got here.”
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I slap him again, and he swears, hands clenching into fists against the wall.
“Don’t you?” I ask. “Ordering me about in my own home.” I slap him again. “Sassing me in the barn.” Slap. “Walking around wearing my T-shirt.” Slap, slap. Leaning over him, I rub my beard against his smooth jaw and lower my voice to a growl. “Staring at my mouth all the damn time, then telling me I’m not allowed to kiss you.”
He shakes his head.
“Maybe you need more punishment?” I muse, stroking his red-raw arse cheeks.
He tries to wriggle out of my grip. “You don’t have it in you to punish me.” He huffs a laugh. “You’re a puppy.”
“Get on your knees,” I demand, releasing my grip on him. He loses his balance for a moment, then straightens his spine.
I expect him to push back, to make me force him or tell me I’m a puppy again. What I don’t expect is for him to turn and drop to the floor at my feet. Noah’s hands are already sliding up my inner thighs, squeezing my balls with one and my shaft with the other, before my brain kicks into gear.
“Three taps on my thigh to stop, two for a breather,” I tell him.
He cocks a brow at me.
“Okay?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“Good. Now open wide.” I run my fingers through his hair, gripping tight as I pull his head back. He stares up at me, grey eyes almost completely blacked out, his locket swinging against his bare chest. “You look so gorgeous on your knees for me, sweetheart.”
He blushes prettily, eyes flicking down as he fists the hem of my kilt, pushing up the material frantically until my cock bobs against his chin. I let go of his hair and grip myself, pulling him closer to drag the head over his lips. His pink tongue darts out, tasting my precum on his lips, then he lets his mouth hang open, wide and waiting. I slide along his tongue and he latches on immediately, mouth working as he sucks.
“How much can you take, sweetheart?” I muse, pushing slowly towards the back of his throat.
He doesn’t so much as flinch as I manage to get half my length in. His lips stretch obscenely around my girth, leaving my cock dripping with saliva as I pull out.
“All,” he gasps, pupils blown wide as he stares up at me. “I can take it all.”
“Remember how to communicate?”
“Three taps to stop, two to breathe.”
“Good boy.” I grin, moving to my bedside drawer. “Prep yourself,” I say, chucking a bottle of lube to him. I put a condom within reach, then cup his jaw, slipping my thumb between his lips. He pops the cap of the lube open and pours some onto his fingers before moving his hand behind him.
“Make sure you do it properly if you want me to fuck you hard,” I murmur as I gather my kilt out of the way.
He takes a deep breath as I push my cock into the heat of his mouth again. This time I don’t stop until his lips are wrapped tight around my base.
“Of course you don’t have a gag reflex.” I chuckle.
He hums, sending vibrations through my dick and straight to my balls as I hold him in place. His eyes stream with tears, and spit hangs from his mouth. He moans as he silently chokes, his hand moving behind him, fingering his little hole for me. His throat convulses around me, massaging my cock, almost sending me over the edge.
The seconds tick by, but he doesn’t tap out, his face turning redder and redder.
I pull out of his mouth, more roughly than intended, my heart racing. Noah gasps for air as soon as his airway is clear, and I’m furious—he left it up to me to decide when to let him breathe.
