Max panted choppy curses, rocking his plugged ass against Sean’s hold, but not long after, started pulling on his binds. Sean frowned, watching his tugs grow more urgent by the second, his flushed face now a grimace of frustration.
“Fuck—” Max gasped. “Fuck” He shook his head. “I can’t.”
Sean stopped and let go. Massaged Max’s thighs. “Hey. No worries. That’s what back-up plans are for.”
Breathlessly, Max groaned, a little shiver racking his frame.
Which, all things aside, was sexy as fuck.
Sean squeezed his own hard-on and reached for Plan-B, refusing to get discouraged just yet. Because honestly, he’d never expected Max to let go so soon anyway. So in reality, things were still pretty much on schedule.
Grabbing ahold of the small, black paddle, Sean paused for a second to admire it. Shellacked to super-glossy and laden with holes, it was kind of like its own piece of art. Not some sleek leather crop or a fancy flogger—Sean wasn’t practiced to use those anyway—but by simplicity alone it was still beautiful. With one primary function. Hopefully he’d be able to wield it without problems.
Shaking his head, he looked at Max’s ass. He couldn’t believe he was doing this, paddling his big, broody Dom. He wondered if he’d ever get this chance again.
Heart pounding, he cleared his throat. “I’ve got the paddle. You ready?”
Fidgeting, Max gave a nod, clearly still needing to come.
Sean decided to start easy. Better too light than too hard. Bringing the paddle to Max’s cheek, he gave it a curt smack!
Max stiffened, but not for long. His vibe was doing its job. Keeping him restless and constantly shifting. “A little harder,” he rasped.
Sean strengthened his next connect.
Smack!
Max hissed a curse. “Fuck—Yeah—Like that.”
Sean smiled. Already, his skin was turning pink. He shifted on his heels and gave Max’s other side love, too.
Max’s cheeks tensed instinctively. “Fuck—” he growled. “Keep going—”
So, Sean did, drawing from memories of his own sensual spankings to recreate a similar rhythmic approach. Six hits to the right side, then six to the left, then back again for a repeat, then a breather.
Sean set down the paddle and gently rubbed Max’s cheeks. Max shuddered, breaths shallow, but didn’t say a word. Not until, that is, Sean reclaimed his cock and swiftly stroked him back to the edge.
“Shit, Sean—Ungh—Fuck—” His knees tried to close. His hips gave some thrusts. “Shit—So close—” But just like before, he couldn’t quite do it. Couldn’t reach that elusive peak so he could come.
First try. No big deal. Sean would get Max there. He would.
Sean’s pulse raced faster, growing steadily hornier. Couldn’t help it, Max on the brink just turned him on so fucking bad. He picked up the paddle again and resumed.
Smack—smack—smack—
Smack—smack—smack—
Max stiffened, cheeks clenching as if the hits jarred that vibe, but other than that, didn’t fight it. Sean moved to his other cheek and doled out six more.
Smack—smack—smack—
Smack—smack—smack—
But all Max did was curse and fidget harder. Which Sean could understand. He remembered that shit, too. How his ass cheeks would scream while his prostate fucking sang, with his dick riding the edge the whole time. Such intense, conflicting sensations screwing with his brain. Making him desperate to flee the pain, yet needing more. An absolute mind fuck. And God, was it fabulous.
Smack—smack—smack—
Max’s breathing visibly quickened, every muscle constricting rigidly. Damn, his skin was getting pretty red.
Sean continued with set two.
Max stifled more curses, his biggest struggle still clearly in his head. Where his walls were. Where he grappled with the decision to trust. He would trust, though. Sean was committed to making sure of it. To see this shit through to completion. Wouldn’t stop until he saw those walls give.
So, he kept on keeping on, pausing often to try again, each time with Max hitting the same invisible barrier. After a good ten minutes, Max’s chest was thoroughly heaving, a thin sheen of sweat covering his whole body.
Fuuuck. Now he looked like a glistening Greek god...
Sean let go of his cock. Another close-but-no-cigar.
“Goddamn it,” Max snarled breathlessly. He was clearly getting angry, every muscle beyond taut, his jaw clenched. Sean, however, was still as determined as ever. Not that he didn’t feel genuinely bad for Max. Because he absolutely did, but truth be told, the sight of him still made Sean mental. God, those tiny shivers racking Max’s frame. They made Sean feel drunk, full-fledged intoxicated, like a double shot of liquor straight to his dick. But, shit, he couldn’t help it! His Dom writhing was hotter than hell. Especially when he knew Max was right on the verge. One dick stroke away from exploding.
Sean’s heart hammered. His junk reeled. He could barely frickin’ stand it. They needed to finish this so they could finally connect. Truly. Consciously. Inside and out. The way they’d desperately needed to for so long.
Enough. No more. Those goddamn walls were coming down.