Page 4 of One Night With The Nanny

“Excellent.” This time, Reid drew back like he was winding up for a pitch and let it fly, smacking Max’s ass hard and making him jump. “Too much?”

“No,” Max panted between gasps. “More.”

Reid let out an appreciative hiss as his fingertips swirled over the red rectangle forming on Max’s cheek. “Good boy,” he said encouragingly and noticed the goosebumps that spread across Max’s shoulders.

Again and again and again, Reid let Max have it. His arm swung left and right, delivering swift, thwacking slaps to Max’s backside until it was covered in red welts and they were both sweating. And every time Reid would step close and whisper “good boy” he was rewarded with another strangled plea for more.

Reid tossed the book on the ottoman and stepped close, pressing his chest against Max’s back. He set his cock in the cleft of Max’s ass and rolled his hips, enjoying the older man’s stifled grunts.

“That’s going to sting tomorrow,” Reid predicted, giving Max’s ass a tender fondle. He reached around and gripped Max’s hard-on. It was heavy, and the head was slick with pre-cum as Reid stroked. Reid intended to be in a world of pain tomorrow as well and regretted that he only had two holes to sacrifice to the cause.

Max.

Was.

Perfect.

And there was so much of him as Reid came around and crawled onto the bed, kneeling in front of Max. His cock strained, twitching toward Reid as Max hung from the bed’s frame, watching him with hooded, storm-colored eyes. Reid lapped at the end, humming ecstatically at the crisp, slightly salty taste of his pre-cum.

He opened wide, taking Max deep into his throat, and Reid set about scrambling every bit of that man’s wits. He licked and sucked with wild, gluttonous abandon and was rewarded with a string of curses and prayers, mostly—but not all—in English. Reid savored the taste of Max’s flesh and his sweat, and the smell of expensive French-milled soap clinging to the neatly-trimmed hairs at the base of his cock.

“Good God, this might be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen…” Max said raggedly, his hips bucking slightly in time with the rise and fall of Reid’s head.

“Mmmm…” Reid maintained eye contact as he released Max and rose on his knees. “I’m just warming up,” he said as he stretched his neck and pecked at Max’s lips. He swiped a condom off the duvet and slowly ripped it open, then eased it over the head of Max’s erection and rolled it down his length. Reid watched Max the entire time, tracking his desire and winding him tighter, as everything was coated in lube. His hand glided up and down Max’s sheathed cock until Reid heard a hoarse whimper.

“Please.”

“Good boy,” Reid said, giving Max’s lip a playful nip. “I think you’re going to enjoy this view even more,” he predicted as he turned and pressed his hands on the bed, arching his back. Reid reached behind him and strummed his hole, getting it slick as he got into position.

“Oh, fuck!” Max exclaimed, his voice shaking with lust. And he was shaking as Reid lined up the head of Max’s shaft with his hole and slid back, taking him nearly to the hilt.

“Just a moment!” Reid rocked forward, then took a deep breath before reversing again. He had to wiggle just a bit to fit all of Max in and Reid gave his walls a moment to stretch and relax. “You wouldn’t happen to have any poppers, would you?” He risked a glance over his shoulder but Max’s eyes were fixed on where they were joined.

“Sorry, no.”

“Didn’t think so,” Reid said with a shrug. He rarely used them and often declined, but he wasn’t opposed to going there with Max. Something about the elegant, enigmatic European made Reid want to be extra bad. “Don’t come unless I say you can,” he sang as he began to sway back and forth, riding every inch of Max’s thick, throbbing cock.

“Wes, that’s…stunning,” Max whispered, giving his hips a little pop every time his pelvis slapped against Reid’s ass.

“Someone’s a dancer,” Reid noted appreciatively. They’d found the same steady, driving pace and Max’s rhythm and coordination were just as hot as the rest of him. Reid hoped they had time and energy for a second round so he could see Max in action.

“Wes… I think I’m…”

“Ah ah!” Reid swung forward, letting Max slide free and earning a muffled sob. “It’s not your turn yet,” he scolded Max, rolling onto his back. He sent his hands wandering, pinching, scratching, and tugging as he moaned and pouted up at Max. “Do…you…want…to…taste…me?” Reid asked as he stroked his cock fast and tight, letting his nerves fizz and flicker and the pressure build.

Max nodded jerkily. “Fuck, yes!”

“Ha…!” Reid’s head pulled back on a gasp as cum burst from his cock, spilling over his fist. He was able to gather it up as he twitched and giggled on the bed, then raised a brow at Max.

“Please!”

“Later,” Reid said, reaching between his thighs and smearing the cum all over his hole, using his fingers to push it in deep. He rolled back onto his knees. “Are you ready for more?” he asked as he got into position.

“Anything you want,” Max said and Reid got the impression that he wasn’t talking about sex.

“That’s what I like to hear.”

Reid got a whole different high when his partners proposed. He knew they never meant it and they often laughed about it afterward, but for just a moment, they were willing to risk ridiculous things for him.

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