by Hunter Frost
He smacked the other cheek this time, in the same manner. Strong and fast, but again, he skimmed over the stinging flesh afterward with a soft caress.
“Fuck, your ass is so sweet,” he growled, and my dick throbbed underneath me. His voice turned me on, both when it was demanding and complimentary.
He spanked me again. And again. Each time following it with a tender touch.
With each smack, I got louder. I cried out, grunted, and gasped. The friction between the desk and my groin was doing wonderful, dirty things.
His spanks were unhurried and meticulous, the pace making me feel every hit like he had struck a match, igniting a flame over my skin. He varied his strokes, moving around to different sections of my back end—from the lowest curve to my flanks. It stung and burned, the pain near hypnotic. My favorite was when he spanked the meatiest part of my bottom, swinging from below, lifting my cheeks when his palm connected.
“How’s that feel, Mr. Davis?”
I could have melted into him, my body climbing up some invisible staircase. I was probably humping my desk too. “Amazing,” I replied, as he landed another smack. I moaned. Did he want me to tell the truth? Or play along? Was this part of the game?
He stopped for a moment, caressing his latest spot, making me squirm. That’s when I truly felt the burn. After the spanking.
“You’re enjoying your punishment.”
I calmed my breaths to answer. “Is that bad?”
He chuckled and slid off the desk to stand. “So bad,” he murmured. “Maybe I’m being too gentle?”
Oh god. I loved everything about this, but I didn’t think I could take it much harder. Or much longer. My bottom already felt scorched. “No.”
“Mr. Davis,” he said, then tsked. “I can’t let you get off that easy.” He kneaded my cheeks again, and the combination of pain and pleasure made me cry out.
Even his double entendre made me dizzy. I was already on edge. One touch and my dick would burst all over the desk blotter underneath me.
“Yes, Chaz,” I said, determined to take my punishment like a man. A spanked, desperately horny man.
“You’re. So. Brave,” he said, landing smacks between each word.
I didn’t hold back my cries.
When he grabbed both of my cheeks in his hands, I realized how sore I really was. My flesh tricked me as sections deadened to the pain until he’d hit a nerve, sending that tight patch of skin crackling.
Without warning, Chaz walloped me. Hard as hell. So hard my entire body slid forward. I shouted, completely letting go.
“Chaz,” I breathed, surprised. And impressed.
“I’m still thinking you’re enjoying this way too much.” He massaged my bottom.
Another wallop landed on the other cheek. I inched forward again, keening as he pulled me back by my shirttails.
I feared I wouldn’t know if he’d made a welt or drawn blood. But every time I thought my ass would go numb, Chaz’s next hit proved me wrong. My entire back end felt as if it had been burned by a sweet, decadent fire.
The next smack wasn’t nearly as hard as the other two, but damn, it did me in.
“Chaz!” My breathing spiraled away from me and I worried about hyperventilating.
I was about to call out the safeword, unable to take it anymore, when something soft and light glided over my bottom. Christ, it was divine—like a cool, misty cloud. I heard him move behind me, and it sounded like he went down on his knees. “So hot,” he whispered, and I realized his fingers were creating these sensations, sliding over me, making slow, feathery patterns. I moaned and squirmed, sensitive enough from the spankings that I thought I would explode. My muscles trembled, clenched, and fluttered, reacting without my control. Sounds erupted from my throat. Groans, cries, and chuckles . . . my skin and body confused as to what to do and how to respond. I didn’t want him to stop, but the spasms drove me crazy.
“Feel good?” he asked, his voice low.
He circled his fingertips near the cleft of my bottom where my thighs connected to the curve. I jumped and made a noise, my poor cheeks still flexing and twitching.
“I asked you a question, Mr. Davis.” He drew his fingers up softly.
I gulped. “God, yes.” I felt like my legs must be dancing under me; I couldn’t keep still.
“Tickle?” he asked, now using both hands, his fingers caressing every inch of skin, finding tender spots that made me jerk and shiver even more.
“Yeah,” I breathed, and it caught in my throat, turning into a moan when one of his fingers grazed my ball sack.
“You took your punishment well,” he said, his hands applying more pressure. It stung, but in the best way possible. “You’ll be rewarded.” His breath zinged over my bottom. I felt my excitement ratchet up once again.
“Thank you, Chaz.”
His hands slid up to rest on my lower back, and he leaned in. I could feel the heat of his body press close as anticipation coiled in my gut.
He placed a light kiss on my left cheek. Then he pressed his lips flush against my skin, and I thought I had died and gone to heaven. He trailed deep, wet kisses all over my bottom, as if he was making out with it. My flesh was hot, sensitive, and flaming under his mouth and tongue. His scruffy stubble both hurt and made my erection throb, the combination of sensations making me want to scream in frustration.
“Your ass is something to worship. You should see how rosy red it is now,” he said in between kisses.
“Oh,” I managed, my breathing loud and raspy.
He gently pulled apart my cheeks. “There’s another special spot that needs worshipping,” he said before a slick, wet tongue slowly licked from my ball sack, upward and over my hole.
I gasped. “Fuuuckkk . . .” I nearly came from the sheer surprise of it.
“Soon,” he said, making me groan.
He did the same excruciating thing again and I was on my toes by the end, whimpering in pleasurable delirium. I wished I could hold onto something, but my desk gave me no purchase.
Chaz lapped at my hole, his tongue making every part of me writhe, from my stomach down to my feet. I didn’t know how my muscles hadn’t cramped up yet.
Every soft swipe of his tongue had me moaning and whining like a porn star. Never had my dick been so hard and ready to burst. Any movement could’ve set me off.
“You taste so fucking good. I can’t get enough,” he said, and suddenly his tongue pressed deep into my hole. I sputtered. Chaz was eating my ass, driving into me with his tongue, and I was moments away from spilling my load over the desk.
Pleasure assaulted me from every direction with Chaz’s face buried in my bottom. The stubble on his cheeks, though rough, only heightened the sensations, adding a dose of pain. I had no idea my asshole was this sensitive. I’d had fingers and dicks in it before, but this . . . this was something else altogether. Dirty. Sexy. Sweet. Especially after being spanked by a hot, domineering janitor.
Thinking about it had my balls tightening. “Chaz, I’m going to come. I’m going to come.”
He plunged his tongue deeper, this time staying there, licking at my insides as his stubbled cheeks teased the skin around my hole. He moaned as he did so, sending amazing vibrations through me as my orgasm crested.
“Oh god, oh god . . . Chaz! Ohhhhhhh.” I jerked, my dick angry at being forced to come while held down in a vice-like grip between my body and the desk. But I still managed to shoot hot and wild against my stomach. I could feel the searing wet heat as I spasmed, Chaz holding onto my flanks, his tongue fighting to get deeper inside me.
I whined as my body trembled, stars and light blinding me. I swear I came for ages, loud and feverish. Chaz wouldn’t stop—as if my orgasm brought about a renewed energy in him.
“Chaz, please. I can’t take it.” My bottom was oversensitized, outside and in.
As my tremors died down, he slid his tongue up and over my tailbone, placing an open-mouthed kiss on my lower back.
; I sighed, my brain fried.
Chapter Five
Charlie
Hearing Trent come like a freight train had my heart pounding in my chest and my cock raging in my pants. I did that. I made the CEO beg, cry, and scream my name when he blew his load. Fuck, the man was killing me. And I needed my cock inside him. Now.
I went down to untie his shoes and tugged them off with his socks. Then I ripped away his slacks and boxers and stood. “Get up and turn around.”
He pushed himself up and turned to face me, his breath heavy. It took everything, and I mean everything, not to grab him and devour his mouth. Sweat glistened on his brow, his hair rumpled and damp, hanging over his dark, dilated eyes. He was the poster boy for sexy.
The torment in his eyes flared. He wasn’t used to playing these sexual games. Or being on this side of the power struggle. It made my chest swell with pride, knowing I was probably the first one he allowed to take him to this place.
“Are you ready to tell me what you want?” I began unbuttoning my shirt.
He blinked, staring at my hands as they made their way down. “I—” His attention darted up to my mouth and he licked his lips. “I want you to kiss me.”
Before I could finish the last button, I crushed my mouth to his. I hadn’t expected that, but fuck if I’d deny it. Our tongues tangled, and I reached as far into that beautiful cavern as I could go. He tasted like coffee and sex and pure heat. I’m sure I tasted like his ass, but he didn’t seem to mind. Shit, he seemed like he wanted to climb into every part of me, clutching and clawing to bring me closer.
That already semi-hard cock below ground against me. If we kept this up, I’d be blowing a load in my pants. And I wanted to fuck him so badly. I wanted to hear him come again as I filled him up. I moaned at the thought and at the feel of him.
“Want you. Inside me,” he said in between our kisses.
I finally pushed him away, our panting wild. “Now you’re talking.” I smiled. “Get naked.”
He grinned, his eyes glued to my mouth like it was the last piece of pizza at the chow hall. But he made quick work of his come-spattered dress shirt, tossing it aside, then stripped his undershirt over his head.
Fuck, his pecs and abs were cut. Dark hair covered him in perfectly placed patches—not too hairy nor too smooth. I liked him just like this—sweaty, sex-hazed, and thoroughly spanked. His cock was high and leaking, and I itched to touch him everywhere.
I finished removing my uniform shirt as he watched me like a hawk. So hungry and deprived, like he hadn’t been touched in years.
“Take off my pants,” I ordered. “I can’t wait much longer.”
Trent shook off his daze and took hold of my belt. He got the button open, but the zipper gave him trouble as his hands trembled. I covered them with mine.
He looked at me. “It’s been a while.” He was concentrating so hard, his expression almost hurt me.
“Then I’m going to make this extra special for you.” I pushed his hands away, releasing the zipper and letting my pants drop.
Trent’s gaze went back down to the bulge in my boxer briefs, the material nearly as wet as his lips. This all felt like a dream. The big boss wanted me as much as I wanted him. From cleaning up coffee off the man’s floor to my tongue in his ass. And fuck it was a sexy, red-hot ass. I was ready to have him on his back, staring at me with those amazing, honey-brown eyes, shocked at how deep I could stroke every ounce of pleasure from his body.
I pulled down my boxer briefs, my cock rock hard and pointing skyward.
Trent groaned. “I want to touch you. All of you.”
“Hurry.” I wanted everything he wanted, but I also had little patience left. He’d already come and I had blue balls from how long my dick had been hard.
Trent kissed me, his palms gliding over my pecs, trailing across my nipples, making them stiff. I moaned into his mouth. He had a great tongue. I could imagine how incredible it would be on my cock. He squeezed my biceps, then explored my abs, his fingertips finding the ridges. I swear he growled, then he reached down, wrapping one hand around my cock and another cupping my balls. I moaned again, louder, as he stroked and caressed me, my hands tightening on the back of his neck. I wouldn’t be able to take much more.
I pulled back. “Mr. Davis.” I used my most warning tone. He stopped to look at me, eyes hooded. “Get rid of my clothes and shoes.” I started pushing him downward.
He gave me an innocent look and leaned down. Once on his knees, he glanced at my cock, now lined up with his face, and I could see his mind working. Before I could stop him, he pressed his mouth to my shaft. A surprised sound escaped me, as his tongue glided upward. He licked at my cock and down toward my balls. I got both hands into his hair and grabbed fistfuls of it. Fuck, he was really drawing this out. I chuckled. “You’ll be the death of me.”
Trent pressed his face into my groin, breathed in deeply, then moved down to my thighs. He playfully bit, grazing the skin with his teeth, and I groaned, letting go of his hair. He got back to the task at hand, untying my boots and removing them along with my socks and pants.
Now, both completely naked, I pulled him back up to stand before me.
I couldn’t help it, I pulled his arms around me, kissing his sexy mouth like it would be the last time I’d ever kiss a man again. I grabbed his ass and thrust him against me, so hard he had to jump up. As he did, I moved back so he sat on his desk, his legs wrapped around my hips. If he flinched at being set back down, his scorched ass on the cold desk, I didn’t notice, for he was kissing me with the same vigor. My fingers grasped at his hair as we ground against each other, cocks stiff and ready. I finally pushed him away to catch my breath.
“Let’s do this,” I whispered, pushing him back to lie on his desk.
His chest was heaving and his eyes wide as he leaned on one elbow. Shit, he was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
I leaned down to grab my pants, fishing around in the pocket.
“You really did bring protection?” Trent breathed, staring at me as I ripped open the condom wrapper.
“You never know who you might run into.” I rolled on the lubed condom. “Hold your legs up.”
He lay back and did as he was told, opening that beautiful ass to me.
“You ready for my cock to fill that tight hole?” I had one hand at the base of my hard-on, the other probing at him, making him groan.
“God yes. Please, Chaz.” His head went back.
I licked my fingers and stroked inside him a few times, making sure he was truly ready, then lined my cockhead up with his tender opening. “Tell me again.”
Trent moaned, as if in mock protest, but replied quickly. “Take me. Fill me up.” He squirmed and I knew he was as anxious as I was.
I pushed forward, letting my cock slip torturously slow inside of him, inch by inch. He groaned with every movement, taking my cock and squeezing it like mad. Fuck, I wanted to yell, but I also wanted to maintain my self-control, my ragged breathing and gasps the only hint to my undoing.
“Damn, Mr. Davis. You’re tight.” I cursed as he squeezed again.
“I told you . . . it had . . . been a . . . while,” he managed to get out between moans and pants.
Once I was all the way inside, my balls against his skin, I grabbed at his hips for traction. “I’m going to wreck you. Remember, safeword if . . .”
“Yes,” he chuckled. “I know.”
I gasped as his ass contracted. The devil.
He smiled, but soon his mouth dropped open as I pulled out and shoved back in. I did it over and over, faster and deeper, my orgasm building like rushing water against a dam.
Trent arched his back. “Chaz! Fuck, yes.”
I grasped his hips tighter. “You like that? You like being spanked, then fucked deep and hard?”
Trent whimpered. “God, yeah . . . don’t stop.”
“Look at me, Mr. Davis,” I demanded, not letting up. I was close.
Sweat covered his
body as he got onto his elbows. His gaze drew up to mine. He looked spent and turned on. His muscles flexed, going rigid and hard. With every thrust I could have come, but I waited. He could ask for anything right now and I’d bend over backwards to do it. Yep. Even that. Shit, just thinking about that was getting me closer. What was he doing to me? I was fucking him, and my heart was unraveling.
“You’re stunning,” I said, then drove into him so he wouldn’t dwell on my sappy words.
He cried out before a smile broke out over his face. “You are,” he replied, his head dropping back.
“Don’t get too sweet or I’ll run out of reasons to punish you,” I teased.
The mention of punishment seemed to make Trent’s cock—the one bouncing with each thrust in front of me—even harder. If that was possible. The sizable rod begged to be touched, but I held back. He was already leaking like crazy, and I wanted him to blow just from hitting his prostate.
“You’ll never run out of reasons to punish me, Chaz,” Trent said, his moans louder.
“Because I know you love it.” I straightened one of his legs up to rest on my shoulder and bit at his calf. “You love to have your sexy ass punished by my ruthless hand.”
“Oh god,” he whispered as I continued to pound him. His eyes screwed shut, and I hoped I wasn’t hurting him, but then he reached back to hold onto the upper edge of the desk.
“Harder! Please, Chaz. I’m going to come.”
“You bet you are.” My fingers dug into the flesh at his hips as I snapped my pelvis to rock his world.
“Yes!” he screamed. “Yes, Chaz . . . Fuck!” Ropes of come flew onto his chest. And I couldn’t hold back anymore.
I hunched over his body, palms flat on either side of him, as my load pumped into him. I shouted, the sound resonating deep in my lungs. We both shook and jerked.
“Mr. Davis, goddammit,” I said, my heart threatening to jump out of my chest.
Trent shivered but seemed satiated and exhausted. His eyes closed, his breathing still rough.
When I was confident I wouldn’t fall over, I stood straight and slid out of him. He sighed. I removed the condom and tossed it in a nearby garbage can, then picked up my undershirt to clean up.