Hope on the Rocks (Rainbow Cove)

Crack. My ability to think and analyze what we were doing was rapidly fading, replaced with only an existence from moment to moment, a heady awareness of him clogging all my senses. His woodsy scent, warm body, and flexing muscles combined to drown out any lingering embarrassment.

“Fuck. You are so sexy like this, boy. Ass up, taking it so good.”

I made a sound that was closer to a purr than a moan, his praise the best pharmaceutical ever. His hand landed again and again, each a little harder, each pushing me further away from my racing brain.

“Ow. Hurts,” I complained, voice sounding thready, my whole self reduced to being his boy, unable to hide behind my usual facade.

“I know, baby.” He stopped to rub my ass, spreading the burn around. “Be a good boy for me. A little more. You can do it.”

“Yeah.” I was breathless now. This was what I’d wanted, the freedom to whine and complain, all while knowing he’d push and make me take more. “Yeah.”

He landed a few more smacks on the meat of my ass before going lower where the skin was more tender and where each blow forced out a low moan from me. My cock throbbed against his thigh, and I instinctively started rocking with each spank.

“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Such a good boy.”

The praise rushed through me, a warm buzz all the way to my balls. My cock pulsed. The delicious friction of rubbing against him and the counterpoint of the pain coupled with the naughtiness of this position and this act had me way, way closer than I would have thought possible. Another smack and my whole body trembled.

“Stop.”

“Too much?” Adam immediately took his hands off me entirely.

“Too much.” My voice was still that whiny tone I barely recognized. “I might come.”

“Oh, is that all?” Voice a sexy-as-hell rumble, he returned his hand to my back, stroking and kneading my muscles. “Naughty boy humping my leg. Can’t have you coming yet.”

“Want to come with you in me,” I begged.

“Mmm. Yes, baby. Sometime I want to spank an orgasm out of you, keep going until you spurt all over my leg, dirty boy.”

“Daddy.” I gave a desperate whimper.

“But not tonight.” He tapped my burning skin. “Your ass is so pink. So pretty. You did so good for me.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” I let him guide me off his lap and onto the middle of the bed.

“You deserve a reward.” Kneeling next to me, he grabbed my favorite pillow, arranging me on my stomach, cock rubbing on the soft material. I moaned at the contact, more so when he moved behind me and his warm breath tickled my still-burning ass. “I wanna eat you up, but don’t you come. Not yet.”

“I won’t,” I promised, hoping I wasn’t lying. His enthusiasm for rimming and ass play of all kinds never failed to turn me on so much that my cock throbbed and leaked.

“Mmm. Perfect.” He pushed my knees farther up under me, spreading me wide, using his shoulders and bulk to create space. The tip of my cock dragged back and forth against the pillow as he attacked my rim. He licked and sucked, stopping every so often to squeeze my sore ass while murmuring filthy things. “Look at you. All hot and pink from my hand. So fucking sexy.”

“Daddy, please.” The steady drip of precome from my cock was making the pillow damp. Ignoring my pleas, he held me open for his devious tongue and brush of his beard against super-sensitive places. I whined in earnest now. “Fuck me.”

“That what you want? Tell me. Tell me like you told me on the phone.” His voice was darkly wicked.

“Daddy,” I protested weakly. It was one thing to say the words alone in the dark, into my phone, and another to do it right here while his tongue and slick thumb toyed with my ass.

“Tell me,” he ordered, sterner now. His thumb pushed, not much and not nearly enough, but the pressure had me keening.

“Want you. In me. Bare,” I pleaded.

“Mm-hmm.” Adam made a noncommittal noise like he was still deciding whether to give in. “Want Daddy to breed this ass?”

There it was. Our shared kink, in the open, about to happen. “Yes, Daddy. Want you to breed me.”

Once freed, the words came out surprisingly easily. It felt right, talking this dirty with him.

“Good boy.” The lube bottle made a loud snick as he opened it.

“Want you. No condom. Want your come.”

“Yeah, there’s my dirty boy.” He worked a finger into me. “So fucking tight. You’re going to feel so good.”

“Yes. Want it. Now.” Arching my back, I tried to take more, faster.

“So greedy. Gotta go slow so I don’t hurt my boy.” He added a second finger, deeper, stretching me as he pressed my prostate.

“Please.” His thick fingers combined with the brush of soft fabric against my dick was too much. I wanted to weep with frustration for how good his fingers felt and how helpless I was against my own rising pleasure. “Please.”