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“Have you learned your lesson?” he asked, but there was only one answer I could give.
The way he made me feel, I realized he wasn’t the only one who’d been hiding. I’d been pretending too—pretending I was a good boy, a good grandson, a good friend. Right now, I didn’t feel good. I felt bad, and I was loving every second of it.
I shook my head, and to prove how naughty I was, I pulled myself off him slowly. He allowed me this movement to see how far I would go. When only the head of his cock remained inside me, I slammed back, impaling myself on him.
“Oh dear,” he tutted. “So very bad. I think you need ten more spanks.” I nodded fervently, sweat beading on my brow. “Count with me.”
“One,” I said, moaning as his palm came down across my ass. He rewarded me with a thrust of his hips. “Two…” Another spank, another few thrusts, hard and fast.
As I counted, my desire built higher, and so did his. I couldn’t keep my whimpers and moans in as he brought me to a peak over and over. He paid close attention to how close I got, never allowing me to tip over the edge.
“Nine,” I gritted out, tugging on the tie around my wrists. I needed to come so badly, the deep ache taking every bit of my concentration.
“Don’t you dare come yet,” he barked, and I wanted so very much to obey, to please him and make him proud. I loved feeling so out of control of my own pleasure, putting my trust in Max.
“Ten,” I said at last as the final spank came down.
Even as the sting lingered, he drove himself into me with a furious pace. “Come for me, darling. Now!”
His command came not a moment too soon. “Max!” I shouted as I exploded. Pulse after pulse of cum unspooled from my cock in a seemingly never-ending orgasm.
“Fuck, Arlo,” Max cried out, emptying himself inside me with throbs of thick heat. His knot expanded from the base of his cock, forcing its way inside my body, locking his seed inside. As it eased past my prostate, I shivered and jerked, my erection still impossibly hard.
Max carefully shifted us to our sides with a surprising amount of tenderness, considering he’d just finished owning my ass. He reached up and untied my wrists, massaging my joints. “Such a good job,” he praised, stroking my heaving chest as I tried to catch my breath. “Did I hurt you?”
“Just the perfect amount,” I said sleepily, smiling… until I looked down at the mess I made. “Oh shit, the sheets!” They probably cost more than my monthly salary.
“I’ll buy the hotel new sheets,” he said, kissing my shoulder. “Money well spent.” It was hard to disagree.
12
Max
The next morning, I woke early, before the sun had done more than paint a faint blush across the horizon. I was used to having to be on set early, to get makeup done and change into the scene’s costume. Arlo, however, was more of a night owl because of his job, so I wasn’t surprised that he didn’t even stir as I peeled back the sheet and crawled out of bed. His breathing was slow and even, and I took a long moment to just observe him as he slept.
He was truly something else. I shouldn’t have been surprised by how eager he’d been to slide into the role of plaything, considering the club he worked at, but he’d said he was just a server. He poured drinks and served food, so where had he learned to roll his hips like that? I licked my lips, remembering the sounds he’d made as I drove into him, palming his sweet ass until his pale skin held a rosy glow. In fact, Arlo might just have been my ideal partner—if only it weren’t for that arrangement we found ourselves in. Why couldn’t I have met him under different circumstances?
As much as I longed to crawl back into bed with him and wake him up in the most delicious way, I had to work today. I padded to the bathroom and turned on the shower.
While I lathered myself up, images of Arlo danced through my head. The way he’d bent over and braced himself on this wall, putting his ass on display for me. I groaned, cock thickening. I gave myself a long tug, debating how much time I had to spare. It wouldn’t be a good look to show up on set with a boner. Best to take care of it now… and maybe again later.
The question, though, was whether I quickly jerked off now, or if I had a few extra minutes to spend pleasuring myself with Arlo…
It wasn’t even a decision, not really. I just turned off the water and stepped out onto the fluffy mat. I grabbed a towel and dried myself quickly before leaving the bathroom. The light spilled into the room and cut across Arlo—no longer asleep. He was lying on his back on the bed on top of the rumpled covers, his body on display. He was upside down, his feet on the pillows and his head hanging over the mattress’s edge toward me. “There you are,” he purred. “I woke up in an empty bed.”
The sight of him like that, with his hair dangling down toward the floor, skin flushed with sleep, I couldn’t resist. I dropped the towel to the floor and stalked toward him, which only made his grin wider. “Don’t get up,” I said, voice low and full of promise. “Stay just like that.”
He obeyed, just like I knew he would. I stopped when I stood just above him, then I took my cock in my hand and tapped the thick head on his lips. “Open wide.”
Arlo licked his lips and opened just as instructed, and I fed my thick crown into his mouth. It was the hottest thing watching myself disappear between his lips and come out slick with his spit when I eased back. I thrust slowly, with control. As much as I said I wanted to explore my true inner self, I was scared to unleash him. This was such a vulnerable position for Arlo, and he was putting his trust in me. I had to show it wasn’t a mistake.
I didn’t want to go too far, hesitating when I hit resistance, but he didn’t seem to have the same reticence. He reached up and gripped my hips, urging me to go deeper. “Fuck, Arlo,” I groaned when his nose brushed against my balls.
Reaching down, I lightly teased my thumbs at the corner of his mouth, feeling my shaft glide past, slippery and aching. Part of me wanted to flip him over and take his ass again, but the thought of coming down his throat made me nearly mad with desire. I wanted to own every part of his body, giving and taking in turn.
I moved my hands down his body as I slowly fucked his face, first trailing down his throat, then pausing to tweak his nipple. He moaned, the vibration moving through me and making me spiral ever closer to my climax. When he reached down to wrap a hand around his erection, I barked, “You will not touch yourself. Remember what I said? Your pleasure belongs to me.
His whimper of frustration, muffled by my cock stuffed in his mouth, had me cursing, sweat beading on my forehead from the effort to stay in control of myself. When he reached up instead and cupped my balls, I grunted in response, the tether on my control fraying. I spread my legs to give him more room, and ever so slowly, he crept his fingers past my balls, over my taint, inching toward my ass.
