I’d stayed up entirely too late. I’d had every intention of going to sleep early enough that I’d be awake when Lane called, but that hadn’t quite worked out like I’d planned. Something about the idea of seeing Lane’s photo shoot had gotten my creativity flowing, and I’d stayed up drawing into the early morning.
I checked my phone one last time after I flopped down onto the mattress. Lane’s reply made me smile. I’m picturing something dirty but I have a feeling I’m just going to find you snoring away.
Sending a laughing emoji, I yawned and set the phone down beside me on the bed. I told myself I’d text him back a real answer in just a bit. That resolve lasted about all of five seconds.
The next time I woke was to a warm body curling close to me and a low laugh as I wrapped my arms around it. “What if I was a burglar? You just gonna cuddle one into submission?”
Refusing to open my eyes, I tugged Lane closer. “Oh, the only person I want to cuddle into anything is you.”
That didn’t quite make sense, but it was as good as my brain could do. Lane rested his head against my chest, and I felt a puff of air hit my skin as he muffled a laugh. “I knew you were still going to be asleep.”
“I’m not sleeping. Just resting my eyes.” Resting them very thoroughly.
Lane didn’t seem to mind. “I had a feeling you might still be tired, so I got up early and worked out and finished up some work.”
“So now you’re ready for a nap?” He hadn’t actually said that, but reading between the lines, it felt right.
“Yes.” He seemed slightly sheepish, but I loved it.
“Hmm, I’m glad. I like curling up with you.” He hadn’t slept over that many times yet. So we were still at that awkward phase where it wasn’t assumed, but it was what we both wanted. “You should have come over last night after you went out with your friends. Did you have fun?”
I was close to the end of my conversational abilities, and I fought off another yawn. Lane chuckled again, pressing tighter against me. “Yeah. I thought about coming over, but I didn’t want to bother you if you were getting work done.”
“You’re never a bother. I love having you around.” Pressing a kiss to the top of his head, I got comfortable again and stopped trying to fight the exhaustion that was still pulsing through me. “Cuddling too.”
Another yawn broke out, and I hummed as I shifted and tugged him so he was half draped across me like a warm, sexy blanket. “Perfect.”
The feel of Lane’s smooth hand stroking over my chest and the soft caress of his breath on my chest was truly the best way to fall asleep.
The next time I surfaced, my brain was actually starting to wake up. So was my cock, but I was going to try ignoring that for a while. But the feel of Lane’s body as he squirmed closer and rubbed his dick against me made it difficult.
One of my hands was resting on his back, so I started lightly trailing my fingers along the lean muscles. The T-shirt was soft and touchable, but nothing beat the feel of his skin under my hands. As my fingers inched up the fabric, Lane giggled and arched up into my touch. “That tickles.”
Since it wasn’t a complaint, I kept working on the shirt. I could almost reach the tantalizing skin under it. “You’re dressed.”
Lane’s hips thrust forward, grinding his covered cock against my thigh. He was still draped over me, one leg nestled between mine, pressed against my dick. “You’re not.”
“I’m pretty sure we have a rule about you having to be naked in my bed.” If we didn’t, we needed to have one. Lane clothed while I was stripped and hard should be a crime.
A bark of laughter escaped him. “I’m not sure I remember that rule.”
“Oh yes, I think you just deliberately ignored that rule.”
He snorted but didn’t seem to think the idea was crazy. “I can’t ignore something that doesn’t exist.”
“Of course you can. Deliberate disobedience is going to have to be punished.” The images and fantasies running through my head were enough to finish waking me up. Opening my eyes made pulling his shirt up even easier, and in seconds, the creamy skin of his back was on display for me. That wasn’t going to be enough, though.
A shiver raced through Lane and his cock rubbed against my hip again. “Punish how?”
My low laugh sounded wicked even to me, and it made Lane moan quietly. “It’s been days since you were spanked. If you didn’t have a shoot this afternoon, I’d lay you over my lap. But since that’s out for now, I guess I’m just going to have to get creative.”
His moan was filled with more frustration than arousal that time. He didn’t even try to hide how much the idea turned him on. “But if I’m naughty later, you’d have to spank me, wouldn’t you? To make sure I learned my lesson?”
Hell, yeah.
But even I knew that wasn’t a sexy answer.
“I’d have to. I can’t have you disobeying me and being naughty. It wouldn’t take much to make me punish you again. If you didn’t learn your lesson this morning, then I’d have to show you how serious I am about you being good.” I wasn’t sure which way he wanted the fantasy to go later, but whatever it was, I was game for it.
Another shiver raced through Lane and I could almost feel precum slicking up my skin as his cock jerked against me. He was wearing too many damned clothes. “Thank you for making sure I learn my lesson.”
So. Fucking. Hot.
I let my hand move down his back, but his jeans were too tight for me to do much more than just tease his crack with my fingers. Jeans and naps did not mix. We were going to have to talk about that later too. “You’re still wearing too many clothes, my sexy stalker.”
Pulling my hand up, I rolled us so I was braced over him, pinning him to the bed. Lane’s breath caught in his throat and wide, desire-filled eyes stared up at me. “We have to do something about it.”
He blinked several times, but looked too lost in his fantasies to understand what I was saying. “It?”
It wasn’t much of a sentence, but it was all that came out. “Yes, beautiful. You should be naked too.”
“Naked.” Blink.
“Yes.” Blink.
I chuckled quietly and decided to see if I could get his brain going again. Thrusting my cock against his, I rocked back and forth. That just seemed to get the little head going, not the big one. He gasped out and his hips tried to move against me, but he was too trapped.
The feeling must have appealed to him, though, because he gave a sexy whimper and arched up, his head pressing against the bed. He was so close to coming, but we hadn’t even done anything yet. My sweet little stalker wanted his spanking more than he was letting on.
As much as I loved the way he was reacting, we hadn’t made any progress with the fact that he was entirely too covered up. Pushing off of him, I smiled as he made a low, protesting sound. Before he could reach up and pull me back, because that was clearly his intent, I started tugging at his shirt.
“If you want more, you have to be naked. We just talked about that, beautiful. That’s why you need to be punished. Remember?” I loved it when he got lost in the pleasure and everything else seemed to fall away.
The fog cleared from his eyes as he glanced down his body. “Oh.”
So cute.
Lane sat up and quickly helped me take off his shirt. When he lay back down and reached for his jeans, I pushed his hands away. I wanted to be the one to unwrap my beautiful lover. He’d grown more adventurous with every date, and I was curious to see what he was wearing under the slim-fitting pants.
I opened the button, carefully easing the zipper over his erection. Color rose in Lane’s cheeks, but he lifted his hips as I started pulling them off. The pink silky material came into view as the jeans slid down his hips. They were beautiful on him.
They were sexy and feminine, but I knew they’d been designed for a man. The front of the tempting panties was roomier and was clearly meant to fit comfortably over his cock. His erect length was stra
ining the fabric, though, and something about the way it looked made me want to run my tongue over the silk-wrapped erection. Barely there strings of fabric wrapped around his hips, and I couldn’t wait to see how they looked from the back. “Fuck, you’re incredible.”
Okay, not the most eloquent thing I’d ever said, but it was true.
As I pulled them the rest of the way down his legs, Lane’s smile was a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure. He still wasn’t completely comfortable with sharing what he liked, but I was hoping that after the photo shoot the rest of his nerves would fade.
Thankfully, he’d already stripped off his socks and shoes, so as the pants came off, he was beautifully naked except for the panties. But since they did more to highlight his body than hide, they didn’t really count.
Before he could decide if he was going to be shy or bold, I stretched out over him and moaned as my cock brushed over the silky fabric. For a moment, I couldn’t help but wonder if it felt that good against his body constantly.
If it did, I could understand why he was drawn to the tempting lingerie.
Lane chuckled and started to wrap his arms around me, but that wasn’t what I’d imagined. “Oh no, you were being punished, remember? You don’t get to touch.”
Moving his arms up, I pinned them to the bed above his head. “Leave them right there. Do you understand?”
The sexy look of wide-eyed desire started to return, and he nodded. Mumbling a low agreement, his teeth started nibbling on his lower lip, and he took a shaky breath.
“Every time you move your hands, I’m going to stop.”
It wasn’t a question, but he nodded anyway. “Very good. But don’t forget.”
He would try, but I was counting on the fact that he wouldn’t be able to remember. If he behaved too well, it wouldn’t be as much fun. Lane couldn’t seem to decide what he wanted. I could see that part of him wanted to promise to be good, but the need for more and the desire to be spanked was coursing through him.
I trailed my fingers down his arms as I got comfortable and lay between his splayed legs. I was going to be there for a while. Lane shivered and his thighs tightened around me before he deliberately relaxed them against the bed.
Leaning close, I kissed his neck and started working my way down his body. Licks and the tender press of my lips against his skin made him sigh and arch into me, but nibbles and the feel of my teeth against his body made him shiver and moan.
By the time I’d slowly made my way to his nipples, he was shifting and desperately gripping the pillow under his head. Going back and forth, I flicked my tongue over the buds, listening to him hum with pleasure. When I focused on one and started to tease it with my lips, he made encouraging little noises. Not quite begging, but it was clear what he wanted.
When I took the tip between my teeth and gave a little tug, he almost came off the bed. Loving his reaction, I chuckled and nibbled again on the sensitive nub. With hours to go before he had to be at work, I knew I could take my time.
I alternated between careful bites and gentle licks around his nipples until they were both well-loved and slightly swollen. They’d be fine before he got to work, but I knew it was time to turn my attention to other parts of his beautiful body. But next time he didn’t have to work, I wasn’t going to rush.
Lane had almost lost his battle to keep his hands above his head as I played with his nipples. His body sagged with relief as I moved lower, trailing my tongue down his abs. I chuckled and grinned. “I’m nowhere near done, beautiful.”
He groaned at my wicked smile and teasing words. When I finally reached the panties, I could tell by the look on his face that he thought they would quickly come off. It looked like I was going to have to remind him again that I wasn’t in any hurry and he was being punished.
As my lips brushed against the edge of the fabric, I started kissing along the waistband, moving away from his erection. Another low, frustrated sound escaped him as I pushed his legs apart and stretched out down the bed.
When I reached one hip, I tugged on the fabric with my teeth before I started working my way toward the other side. Lane gasped as the fabric caressed him and his hips tried to thrust up again, but I had him well pinned to the bed.
As I crossed his body, intent on giving the other side the same slow torment, my cheek brushed over his cock and he groaned. Laughing quietly at his frustration, I ignored his erection and started trailing my tongue along the edge of the panties. By the time I reached his other hip, he was making low, frustrated noises and I could feel the tension rising in him.
I wasn’t ready to give him what he wanted quite yet, however.
Kissing along the seam where his thigh met his groin, I followed the fabric down to where it cupped his balls and hugged his crack, hiding his hole. Licking over the silky panties, I let him feel the heat of my breath as I caressed his tight sac with my mouth.
Beautiful sounds flooded out of Lane as I teased and explored his body. Every inch of the fabric between his legs felt my tongue, and I knew it was driving him crazy. When his noises turned desperate, I started moving upward until I was licking the base of his shaft.
Wordless pleas started escaping him as I methodically worked my way up his cock. I let my tongue caress every inch I could reach, going as slowly as I could. When I was finally at the head, he was shaking and his body was trying to thrust up to get more.
He was on my schedule, though. He was going to have to wait.
When I finally eased the panties over the tip of his cock, I felt an excited shiver race through him. But when I just started licking the head and teasing his slit, he groaned and frustrated moans and pleas started tumbling out again.
Inch by inch, I lowered the fabric, baring him slowly. By the time I had to pull his panties down, beautiful needy sounds were echoing around the room. I wasn’t done yet, though. No. He had a long way to go before I would let him come.
As I eased the fabric down his legs, Lane’s cock jerked and his body arched up, silently begging for more. When they were finally off, I tossed them to the ground and started kissing up his leg. Starting at his ankle, I let my lips and tongue trace up the lean muscles and soft skin.
Lane spread his legs, offering himself up, but as beautiful as he was, I was loving his reactions too much to stop. “You’re begging so nicely, but you’re being punished. Remember?”
He just groaned and I could see his hands clenching the pillow. He was almost there but not quite. As I kissed over his knee, his thigh was too tempting for just the press of my lips. Teasing bites up the sensitive inner part of his leg had the sweetest sounds pouring out of him.
When I pushed his legs farther apart as I reached his groin, anticipation was so thick it was almost like a cloud hanging over him. Lane’s muscles tightened as I flicked my tongue over his balls and I could feel his body fighting to be still.
“Please. Please. Please.” He was beautiful.
When I leaned up and pressed a kiss to the tip of his dick before moving away, he finally reached his breaking point. His hands moved like lightning as they reached out and grabbed my head. “Please. Wilder. You can’t. Please.”
Lifting my head, I knew my smile was wicked, but I didn’t bother trying to hide it. Lane wanted me wicked. “Where are your hands supposed to be? Didn’t I say something about following the rules or getting a spanking?”
His whole body jerked and his head fell back against the bed. My sweet stalker couldn’t decide if he should say “thank god” or “I’m sorry.”
“I remember.”
“I’m going to have to spank you tonight. We’ll go out tonight and have fun and all the while you’re going to be thinking of what’s waiting for you when we get home. I’ll bend you over my lap and pull down your panties and give you the spanking you need.” I was hovering just over his straining erection and I knew that with every word he could feel the heat of my breath caress over his cock.
Precum leaked down, and it was almost too
tempting to resist. But that wasn’t how he wanted to come. Stretching out, I opened the nightstand drawer and grabbed the lube and a condom. Lane gave a breathless laugh. “I love how prepared you are.”
There was a dirty joke in there somewhere, but I was too caught up in slicking my fingers to think of it. When I brought one finger to his opening, Lane arched his hips up, making it clear what he wanted. His body knew exactly what he wanted and my finger slid in effortlessly.
Pleas for “more” and “faster” pushed me to add a second. Moans and ragged breathing were the only sounds as I carefully stretched him. When three fingers went in easily and he was ready, I sat up and pulled them out. Lane’s breathing was ragged and little jerks flashed through his body as he waited.
When the condom was on, I eased my arms under his legs to open him even more for me. “Are you ready? Is this what you want?”
Wild, needy eyes looked up at me and he nodded. “I’ve been dreaming about this for days.”
My sweet stalker.
As I started slowly easing into him, I smiled. “I might have to punish you again for making me wait.”
Sinking deeper into him, words became impossible. The tight, perfect heat of his body pulled me in and it was all I could do to focus on him. He was already so close I knew it wouldn’t take long, and I was right there with him.
Watching his every move, I started to go faster as his body adjusted and the need started to build again. His cries filled the room, begging for more with words and desperate sounds. When his body clamped down around me and his hands gripped my arms, I knew he was close.
Fucking him faster, I ignored everything but what he wanted. Pushing his legs up higher toward his chest, I finally found the perfect angle. Nailing his prostate with each thrust, I watched as he came undone. One. Two. Three.
He exploded. Cum shot out of his cock in long ropes that streaked his abs and chest. His ass clenched down on my cock as pulses fired through him, dragging my orgasm along with his. Pleasure rolled through me as I shot into the condom and I couldn’t help but imagine how it would feel without it.
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