“Fine, you asked for it, Caleb. On the bed. Ass up.”
I arch an eyebrow, but I do as he says because why wouldn’t I? I’m curious. And horny.
“What you going to do?” I ask, glancing back at him, and he runs a hand across my ass slowly. Tantalizingly slow, like he has all the time in the…
Without warning, he smacks it. Hard. Harder than he had on the couch.
I grunt as I lurch forward.
“What the hell, Whit?” I say, narrowing my eyes at him, but he ignores me and does the same to the other cheek.
I grunt at the stinging sensation, knowing my ass will be sore and red when we’re done.
The thought of it causes my cock to ache. I like this way too much. I should be embarrassed, but I’ve crossed so many lines over the past two weeks that I’m beyond caring.
“You look good submissive like this,” he says softly, and then his hand smacks down again. And again, and again, until I’m thrusting my hips into the air, seeking relief from the throbbing in my groin. He doesn’t let up, not until the skin on my ass has begun to tingle.
I’m begging at this point. Like a whore. I have no shame, apparently.
“Turn over,” he says after a few minutes, taking pity on me. Iama sad sack at this point. Whining, moaning, begging.
I flip over, and he straddles me and takes me into his hand. And after that, I lose track of time. It’s just Whit on top of me, those fingers doing things to my cock that they havenobusiness doing. His hand sweeps up and down, twisting deliciously at the top while his other hand rolls my balls in his palm. Pretty sure I pass out for a moment as I crest the peak and come tumbling down.
His hands, thosefingers, are life-changing. No joke.
And afterthat, I have no desire to get up, move from my bed, or do anything in general. But Whit makes sure to get me in the shower, and I grumble the entire time.
My ass is sore, and it chafes against my jeans when I pull them on.
“You’re evil,” I tell Whit as I tug my shirt on. “You could have warned me that my ass would be red from that.”
“And yet, curiously, you didn’t ask me to stop.” He steps up to me and runs a finger over my lips.
I snap at him, biting down, and his eyes flare. I was out of it when he got me off, but Idoknow he didn’t come. How is this guy so in control of stuff like this? I’m practically a slut for it, but it’s like he could go without. Or maybe he’s just shy? I don’t understand him at all.
“When you going to let me see your….” I wave my hand at his crotch, and Whit opens his mouth to respond, but Sem and Luke pound on the door before he can say anything.
“Open up, you fucking fuckers,” they say, and Whit arches an eyebrow as if to sayI told you so.
Reluctantly, I open the door, and my cousins stride in, holding onto two coffees and a brown bag that better contain breakfast, or I’m going to be pissed.
I grab a coffee and the bag and pull out a breakfast sandwich.
Fantastic, I think, as I take a large bite. I’m famished. Haven’t had so much sex in my entire life.
“So, what do you two want?” I ask as Whit takes a sip of his coffee and watches my cousins as they sit at the table.
“Did you not read your texts?” Luke asks.
I roll my eyes, shoving more of the sandwich into my mouth.
“Been busy.”
I shift on my chair, and my ass smarts. Throwing Whit a glower, which he ignores, I turn back to my cousins.
“What’s the plan then?”
“We’re going to the aquarium,” Sem says, and I shake my head.