Page 4 of Ride With Me

I blow out a long breath and toss the hair towel in the hamper. After finger combing my brown hair from my face to show off what men have referred to as my bedroom eyes, I tighten the towel around my hips and exit the bathroom.

The room is empty, so I do what Rocco said and wait for him. I decide to keep the towel on as I slide on the bed, getting comfortable against the large puffy pillows. Since I’m in the room alone, I get the chance to look around. It’s comfortable, a canopied bed with a thick blue blanket folded at the end over soft sheets and a bench at the foot. There’s a chaise by a window with an end table next to it. The table has a book atop it, and I can just make out the title of a popular nonfiction novel on the spine. Surprisingly, there isn’t a television around. I want to snoop more, but before I can, the door opens.

Rocco steps inside, his hair also wet with tiny droplets of water still clinging to his skin. Unlike me, though, he has a pair of pajama pants slung low on his hips, showing off his rock-hard abs and deep V. My mouth waters as I take in his body, not able to pull my eyes away from his torso.

He saunters over to the bed, stopping at the foot, right in front of the bench. With great effort, I drag my eyes from his body and meet his eyes. He crooks his finger at me, and I scramble from the top of the bed, walking on my knees over to him. Rocco’s amused expression at my exuberance would make me feel embarrassed if I wasn’t so fucking eager for him to do … fucking anything to me, but I don’t care. Pride was out the window when he palmed my ass in the bathroom.

When I’m kneeling on the bed in front him, he grips my chin and brings me closer to him. My eyes flutter closed, expecting him to plant his lips on mine. His breath ghosts over my lips as he chuckles. Sighing at being denied, I open my eyes and meet his. “You’re not gonna kiss me?”

His mouth tips up in a cocky smile. “Eventually. But this is my game.” Rocco’s hand drifts down my torso and I start at his touch. His rough fingers feel good against my skin, and I fight to maintain eye contact with him as he touches me. “Tell me what you want, boy.” His fingers dance down to my cock that’s tenting the towel, lightly brushing over my cock head. I moan softly, fighting to hold my hips still and not push into his fist. “Do you want me to just fuck you, or can I play with you?”

“Play … please,” I answer, swallowing past a dry throat. “Please play with me, daddy.”

With a sharp tug, Rocco pulls off my towel, the cool air floating over the skin of my ass, dick and balls like a caress. “You know what safe words are?”

I nod. Even though I haven’t played before, I’m aware of safe words. “Yes, daddy.”

“We’ll use the stop light system for now. If we have chemistry, we can revisit.” I’m not sure what that means, but it sounds like he’s saying this won’t be a one-off thing. I fucking hope it isn’t.

Rocco’s hands slide around to my ass, spreading my cheeks and drifting a finger up and down my sensitive hole. A moan is pulled from me at the feel of the rough pads of his fingers. He watches my face as I pant from his ministrations.

He hums when I push back to meet his searching finger. “I’ll fill you up later tonight, boy. But for now, I want to watch this ass turn bright red as I spank you.” I nod eagerly, pushing back more as the tip of his finger slips inside me.

Unfortunately, he removes his hands and I whimper, wanting it back. His dark chuckle fills my ears and if it’s possible, my dick grows impossibly harder. Rocco sits down on the bench and pats his lap, not looking back at me. “Now get over here and across my lap. Stick that ass in the air. I’m ready to play.”

CHAPTER 4

ROCCO

That beautiful asshigh in the air almost has me saying fuck the spanking and sinking into him. Since I saw him earlier, I’ve wanted to know what he felt like, what he looked like unclothed. I saw most of his body when he danced for me, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to see him completely nude. Now that I am, I want to keep seeing it.

I’m not going to jump the gun though. He might not be into playing with me again. So, I’ll take what I can get from him right now.

A faint moan drifts from his lips when I palm his ass, rubbing lightly over the smooth flesh. Sage turns his head to the side, his lips parted and eyes squeezed shut. “Say ‘red’ if you want me to stop. ‘Yellow’ if you need a break. ‘Green’ if you’re good. What color are you right now, boy?”

“Green, daddy,” he says quickly.

“Good.” After rubbing over his ass cheeks for another few seconds, I get down to it. Raising my hand, I bring it down on his flesh. I don’t use all my strength, wanting to test Sage’s limits first.

“Fuck,” he mutters, biting his lip.

“Green?”

“Really fucking green,” he murmurs in a breathy tone.

I chuckle as I bring my hand down again on the opposite cheek. He moans sweetly again, rotating his hips. His hard dick pushes against my thigh and I’m itching to touch him there. But not until I have his ass nice and red.

Again and again, I spank him, watching his ass go from a faint pink blush to a fiery red. I can feel the warmth of his skin under my palm. Sage is a sobbing mess under me, but his face is pure bliss. I’ve asked several times if he’s green and he agrees.

After one last slap, I pull Sage up and take him into my arms. “You did good, sweet boy. So good. I’m so proud of you,” I murmur reassurances in his hair as he cries on my shoulder. My cock twitches at the sound of his cries and the feel of his tears on my skin. “You made daddy proud.”

“Thank you, daddy,” he whispers back. “Is crying … normal?”

“Oh yes, baby boy. Did it feel good?”

“Yes. Really good.” He sounds almost shy to admit it. I pull his face from my shoulder and meet his watery eyes. “I never thought a spanking would feel good. I almost …” He ducks his head, a blush high on his cheeks.

It takes me a moment to understand what he wants to say, and I smile. “You almost came.” He nods jerkily. “You don’t get to come until I tell you to come. Understand?”

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