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“Yes. Fuck yes. I like it but...not too hard?”
“I’ve got you. I go too far with anything, you pick a word. Say it and I stop.”
“Like a safe word? How about Shirley Temple?”
Jackson chuckled, not sure if he was referring to the actress or the horse. “How about just Shirley?”
“Works for me.”
“Good.” He brought his palm down again, three more times on each cheek, getting each one cherry-red. Wyatt squirmed a little but never fought him or tried to break free. “You done this before?”
“No. Never. But I like it.”
A quick jerk of Wyatt’s heavy erection proved that. “Yeah, you do, don’t you? Getting your ass spanked like a spoiled child who got caught for keeping secrets.” He slid a finger into Wyatt’s crease. “You think liars deserve to be punished, Wilson?”
Wyatt shivered. “Yes.”
He rubbed Wyatt’s hole without breaching him. “Wouldn’t mind seeing my dick sliding in and out of that red ass of yours.” When Wyatt shivered again, Jackson squeezed the back of his neck. “Not today but one day.”
“One day.” Wyatt practically panted the words.
“Think you can come without me touching your dick?”
“Maybe. Close now.” He thrust at Jackson’s finger, but Jackson pulled his hand away. “You’re a fucking tease.”
“Not a tease. You’ll come, you just have to work for it. Keep still.”
“Make me.”
“Don’t make me truss you up, because I will have you down and roped up like a runaway steer before you know what hit you.”
Wyatt released a long, low moan. “Promise?”
Fuck, but the kid was kinkier than Jackson had anticipated. As much as doing some of those things did appeal to Jackson, they didn’t feel right for tonight. Not for this particular encounter. He wanted to ease Wyatt into the waters, not shove him into the deep end and hope he didn’t drown. He wanted to give Wyatt all the things he never had. Make sure Wyatt knew how wonderful sex with the right person, for the right reasons, could be. To show Wyatt he was worth so much more than just his body.
“Maybe one day,” Jackson said. “Not tonight. Need to make you come without a hand on your dick first.”
“You think you can then go for it.”
Cocky brat. “Oh, I can, Wyatt. I can.” Jackson went to his knees in the grassy parking lot, pulled Wyatt’s cheeks apart and licked from the top of his balls to the small of his back.
Wyatt hollered.
Chapter Twelve
Wyatt knew what rimming was thanks to the internet and porn, but he’d never had anyone lick his asshole before, much less make love to it like it was his mouth. And that’s what Jackson seemed determined to do: make love to his hole with every lick and stab and swirl with his tongue. The hand on the back of his neck was the only thing keeping Wyatt semistill, when all he wanted to do was both clamber away and shove closer. It was too much and not enough, and he was going to lose his fucking mind.
But that hand.That hand.Something about it kept Wyatt still while his insides went insane with sensation and pleasure. Jackson’s free hand occasionally pinched Wyatt’s most sensitive places, from his ball sac to his upper thighs, and it staved off his looming orgasm, torturing Wyatt in the very best way. He never imagined being spanked would turn him on as much as it had, and Jackson’s threat to tie him up?
Dead. Gone. Blown away.
His safe word lingered in the back of his mind, but Wyatt knew in his bones he wouldn’t need to use it. Jackson had an eerily innate ability to know how far to push Wyatt without going too far. It made Wyatt curious about the mysterious past Jackson hinted at without real details, but now—with Jackson’s tongue burrowing halfway up his ass—was not the time to ask.
Now was the time to exist and experience.
Wyatt’s fingers slid against the cold metal surface of the truck hood, and it finally penetrated his lust-clogged brain that they were doing this outdoors where anyone could see them. Not that anyone except maybe a coyote or an armadillo lived out here on a deserted, dead-end road, but still. His ass was bare to the world and stars, exposed to the January cold, and Wyatt had never been happier to be in such a bizarre position in his life.
A position he could get out of with a strong jerk of his body or by saying his safe word, but he didn’t want to do either. Not while Jackson was playing his body so beautifully. And the deeper Jackson licked into his ass, the more Wyatt wondered what it would be like to have a dick in there, pounding inside him, stretching him and slamming into his prostate.
