Page 69 of Malicious Desires

“You know what you’re doing, Reece Montserrat.”

“I’m not doing anything. You’re the one doing the painting.”

“You’re taunting me, Reece.”

“I’d never,” he sasses, spreading his legs wide to show that he’s hard beneath his sweats.

“Your dick is hard, Ree.”

He slides a hand inside his sweats, groaning as he starts stroking himself, all the while staring at me.

“Mmm, so good,” he moans, halting his strokes as he leans forward, closer to me. Gulping–anticipating his kiss–I squeeze the tip of the paintbrush in my grip tightly and spurt paint over Reece’s bare chest.

He laughs and leans even closer to me, rasping against my lips, “Are you trying to get me dirty, Capullo?”

I kiss him back a moment and throw his words from earlier back at him, “I’d never.”

Again he laughs, this time it’s laced with a dirty undertone. “You just want me naked, pretty boy, admit it.”

I groan, leaning forward and kissing him, whilst simultaneously pushing him down onto his back. He grips the linen floor mat with one hand to steady himself, and grabs the strap of my overalls with his other hand.

He moans into the kiss, tearing his mouth from mine to rasp, “Get naked, pretty boy.”

“What if someone comes in?” I question, biting down on my lip nervously.

“Then they’ll get one hell of a free show,” he responds without hesitation as he yanks off his sweats. I’m still processing his request and admiring his body and hard dick.

“Jasper, get naked now, and get on all fours,” Reece demands, shoving me slightly to spur me on. Staring at him, I slide the straps of my overalls down my shoulders, unclipping them and standing to shimmy them over my hips so they fall down my legs to the floor. I yank my paint covered white t-shirt over my head and throw it at Reece. He clasps it, sniffing it a moment before throwing it across the room, and staring up at me in only my boxers.

“I said get naked and on all fours, Capullo.”

With my gaze on his, I slide my boxers down my legs. I step out of them and kick them and my overalls aside. Reece grunts in annoyance that I’m not obeying his request to get on all fours.

“Jasper,” he rasps, gripping my calves and attempting to pull me down.

I give him the control and let my legs give out, dropping to my knees in front of him. He grips my dick a moment, and kisses me, murmuring into my mouth, “All fours now.”

I obey, turning around so my arse is in his face. He kisses my cheek, sucking the flesh so he leaves a mark on my skin.

He then picks up a paintbrush, brushing it across my cheeks. It’s slightly scratchy but tickles as well. Dipping it in the red paint, Reece then paints on my butt. The paint is cold, and it causes me to shiver with every stroke. I can’t work out what he’s painted but it feels like words.

“What did you write, Ree?” I ask, nodding at him.

Reece laughs and gives me a smirk, before replying, “This sexy arse belongs to Reece.”

He kneels behind me, lining up his dick with my pucker. He slaps my butt, leaning over to kiss away the sting. He slaps my butt cheek again, this time slathering paint over my pucker, and teasing me with his finger. It feels cold, and odd but I don’t have a moment to think further about it before Reece is sliding inside my hole. He grips my hips, and thrusts in and out slowly, teasingly.

I arch my back, calling out, “Oh fuck, Reece! Feels so good.”

He slaps my butt again, and pulls all the way out. The withdrawal of his dick causes a deep emptiness to overtake me.

I want to protest, and turn to look back at him.

“Don’t pout, pretty boy.”

“Why’d you stop fucking me?”

Reece gives me a sexy smirk in response, before he murmurs, “Because I want you to sit on my cock, and ride me until you’re painting this art room with cum.”

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