Page 33 of Love Lessons: Expanded Edition

Can you come like that?

Landon wished again that he could sign. He had come like this, once, but it hadn’t been as good as this. He’d asked for it, knowing that he could if his partner tried hard enough, and then felt like he was chasing it for the rest of the scene. He nodded hesitantly. Would Dustin give that to him?

Dustin smirked. Good to know.

Because Landon wasn’t in charge. Landon already knew that he wouldn’t have to ask for it. That smirk meant that Dustin was going to do it, but on his own time. Landon’s mind was keyed up, but his body was melting into the bed, secured by the cuffs around his wrists and Dustin’s heavy weight on his thighs.

Dustin leaned over and picked up the crop. Landon had completely forgotten about it. He expected Dustin to have him turn over now, so that he could focus on his ass.

But of course, he didn’t do anything that Landon expected. And he seemed serious about watching Landon’s face.

Landon felt a little nervous about the idea of the crop on the front of his body. He’d never felt it anywhere but his ass, his thighs, and occasionally his upper back. On the other hand, he’d never had anyone pay such careful attention to him.

Dustin tested the crop again on his own thigh twice, and then on his inner arm.

Actually, now that Landon thought about it, he wasn’t too worried. Or only the good kind of worried.

What would it feel like on his chest? His sides?

Color?Dustin asked.

Green.

But Dustin’s eyes were haunted. He slapped himself one more time on his own arm and then set the crop aside. Landon couldn’t imagine what was going on in his head.

Landon thrust his hips up against him, trying to subtly bring him back to the moment. He really, really didn’t want the scene to end yet.

Dustin blinked, and then smirked down at him. I guess I won’t be using that tonight. You’ll just have to make do with my hands.

Fine. Perfect. Landon didn’t care what Dustin used as long as he didn’t stop.

Dustin began trailing the tips of his fingers down Landon’s sides again. A feathery touch here. A scratch of nails there. Landon tried to reach for him, and it felt so good pulling against the chains and knowing that he couldn’t.

And then a slap. Right along the side of his ribs. Landon shuddered, the sensation going straight to his cock. Oh, God. If that’s what this was going to be, he wasn’t sure if he could make it.

No one had ever paid attention to his sides like this, wringing every impossible, beautiful feeling out of him. In fact, no one had ever paid attention to him like this.

Another strike fell from Dustin’s open hand, stinging and then sinking into him. It was exquisite. Dustin’s hand soothed over it, giving him a moment, and then another slap fell on the other side.

Landon felt himself getting lost in it. Dustin was slapping him along both sides of his ribs now, alternating the placement and intensity, but not pausing between blows.

Then, a heavier blow fell, and Landon sucked in his breath. Dustin soothed over it, kissing his ribs. He repeated the action on the other side.

Soon, the soft caresses and pain throbbed through him, almost like sound waves shaking his chest at a concert. He was melting, falling into some dark tunnel with Dustin’s eyes as the only light.

Dustin pulled Landon’s underwear down to just below his balls. His dick was pointing upward, rising off his abs, still completely untouched.

Dustin’s eyes bored into him. You’re going to come now.

Landon nodded. How could he do anything else but what Dustin said?

Get yourself off on me. And then Dustin moved forward, dragging his denim-covered bulge over Landon’s sensitive cock, still just far enough away that Landon had to work to get any friction. He thrust upward. The seams were rough and dry on his skin, almost unpleasant and not quite enough. But so dirty, so fucking sexy that he wanted it even more.

Dustin dug his thumbs back into those magical spots, like he wanted to dig past Landon’s ribs and right into his heart. It was agonizing and glorious, so painful that he was crying and so erotic that his whole body sung with pleasure.

He was thrusting and quivering, chasing that rough friction on his cock and straining against his bonds. This was everything. Everything that he’d ever wanted.

And then it was crashing through him. Like lightning and thunder, so close that it was shaking the world around him. The pleasure went on and on, in floods and oceans, until he was left floating in the tidepool.