Learn something new every day, huh?
“Nash.” I panted his name again, aware that my voice was more of a moan than protest now—and I knew he was aware too, because I could feel his cock getting thicker beneath me. The sensation made me squirm against him, and my squirming was apparently enough to earn me another slap that made my ass sting and the fire slowly catching in my stomach blossom across my chest. I was pretty sure I was going to choke on non-existent smoke.
“Did I not tell you what would happen if you ran again?” He rumbled the words behind me as he trailed his fingers along the places he’d hit to soothe the sting. I risked looking at him over my shoulder, and I saw it—the heat in his eyes. The want.
The desire.
The need.
The fact that he liked this just as much as I did.
And fuck it, I was really, really liking it. Maybe I’d never been this turned on before because no one had ever thrown me around like this. Whatever. I was intoit.
Into it enough that I intentionally wriggled against him again, which earned me another slap before Nash dragged my shorts down my hips and threw them across the room.
The cool air stinging against my skin told me the next hit was going to really, really hurt if I didn’t do something, so I cried out his name again.
“Nash, wait!” His body was tense, but he didn’t swing his hand down. “It’s… uh… only fair that you take your pants off too, right?”
The tension didn’t leave, but I felt his cock twitch beneath me. He shifted me off his lap just long enough to kick his boots off and slide the soft leather he wore down his legs, throwing it to the side. Nash’s fingers were so fast stripping me, that I didn’t realize what he was doing until the cool air kissed my skin.
Suddenly, we were both naked, and he was pulling me back across his lap…
And it was way, way hotter than it should have been. I could feel the sticky trail of precum leaking from his cock and along my abdomen where it dragged thick and heavy between us, and a small part of me wanted to beg him to lick me clean again like he did the last time he came on me.
I wanted…
Fuck…
His hand smacked my ass again and I let out another low sound, something between a moan and a shout. I felt his hips spasm this time, grinding his cock against my stomach.
When his fingers moved to smooth over the burn that the slap left behind, they dipped lower, running between my cheeks so he could apply the lightest pressure against my hole.
Just that touch was enough to nearly make me come there on his lap—but… no.
I wanted more.
I neededmore.
And we were in his tent now, so there was no reason for us not to do everything that I could possibly think of.
And part of thateverythingwas me getting more up close and personal with his cock now that I had more time to explore it.
I wanted toseehis knot. To feel it. I’d been vaguely aware of it the last time I’d touched him, but I’d been so cum drunk—which I couldn’t believe was a thing, but I didn’t have any other words for it—that I hadn’t even thought about the way the base of his shaft had pulsed under my touch, grown thicker. When he’d told me about it after the fact, I’d actually been a little mad that I hadn’t realized at the water’s edge.
But I could see it now.I could see it and I could touch it. I could have it.
“Nash…” I shifted so that I slid between his legs, dropping to my knees on the floor in front of him—he didn’t try to stop me. When I ran my nose along the length of his cock, he let out a low groan. “Can’t you think of a better way to make me say sorry?”
His lashes fluttered in dark half-moons against his cheeks before he fixed me with the hottest, most arrogant stare I’d ever seen in my life.
“You’re already on your knees for me, Kai. Why don’t you show me just how sorry you are?”
Fuck yes.
I stuck my tongue out and leaned forward, running a slow line along the length of his cock from root to tip. Exactlyhowdid you give an “I’m sorry I scared you, but I’m not sorry I wanted to do something nice” blow job? Were there some kind of rules and regulations?
Did I just do my sloppy best and hope it was enough?