Page 99 of Sass in the Grass

“Something like that, yeah. You mind?”

Jovian laughed heartily and spread his legs. “Give it your best shot, Daddy.”

“You need a fucking spanking.”

Jovian’s head fell back on the bed as Cherokee reached one of his big, callused hands to Jovian’s dick and roughly stroked it. “Bad boy, Jovian. You’re a very bad boy.”

“I’m not arguing. I need punished, Daddy. I need you to keep me in line.”

His legs were flipped up and he got a hell of a swat to his ass, one that made him wail. “Ouch!Daddy!”

“Safeword then!”

“Not a chance!”

“Then hush that pretty little mouth.”

He got a nasty spanking, that big hand swatting him over and over, on his ass, the backs of his thighs and back to his ass again. By the time Cherokee was pushing inside him, the hair on Cherokee’s legs felt like a thousand tiny knives pushing into the red welts on his legs.

That was only secondary to the massive log that the mountain man was shoving up his petite little hole. He wanted to remind the man of how tiny he was, but that would only happen if he hadn’t wanted it.

He wanted it. Jovian Masseretti wanted that big dick inside him like he wanted air, and when his legs were securely wrapped around Cherokee’s hips and those icy eyes were locked into his while the dick moved steadily deeper, he said so.

“I love your dick, Daddy.”

“I love your ass, baby boy,” Cherokee growled. Their kiss after that was deep and loving. He didn’t doubt that a second. The way Cherokee’s lips and tongue eased the passion, conveying nothing but love, Jovian felt it like it was new part of him.

As Cherokee sucked in Jovian’s bottom lip, then let his slip from between his teeth, Jovian saw Cherokee’s love in his eyes. “I never want to be away from you, Cherokee.”

Cherokee stopped his hips, letting his cock lay idle inside of Jovian. “That can’t be decided right now, baby. Not…now.”

“I’ll say it a million times. Never let me go, okay? Even if I’m…not nice or something. Okay?”

“Okay. Okay, baby. Now, can I keep going?”

“Yeah,” he said with a giggle.

That night, their sex happened all over the cabin. Sure, it started in the bed, missionary first, so they could kiss and touch, then Jovian was flipped over and fucked from behind, getting his ass slapped a few more times to boot.

Then, with the cock still deep in his ass, Cherokee carried him to the kitchen, where he was thrown over the counter, fucked hard enough that the dishes in the cabinets below were clinking together, making a jingle that was in beat with their sex.

Jovian smelled the spicy orange tea Cherokee made, smelled the coffee from the French press, the herbs that Cherokee had drying in the corner on the wall.

The wood beneath him was smooth and almost soft. He lost himself in the home, in the good feeling of Cherokee sharing it all with him and even with their sex.

It meant that Cherokee wasn’t worried about the memories all those places would hold for him, worried that Jovian would leave forever and he’d be reminded whenever he looked at the places he took Jovian.

Like to the back patio, where he was placed to kneel on the wicker chair and he faced out while Cherokee bent his knees to fuck the hell out of him for all the world to see…if the world was watching.

On the sofa, they were entwined, holding one another so close, Cherokee could barely move his hips back before pushing back inside of Jovian. Their kisses were loud, wet and those callused hands held his head and neck while he languished his mouth to Jovian’s.

Hours, they were at it. Each time either was about to come, Cherokee moved them to a different location. It was only once they were back in bed that they both came, Jovian pulling the quilt toward him with his two fists full of it, screeching until the orgasm cut off all his wind and all the sounds he made.

Cherokee was lying flat across the bed, harsh breathing loud in the room. Jovian soon joined him, the wind picking up and making a branch scratch across the window. “Gonna…gonna storm. Will you…call…off the…camp?”

“Nope,” he said, then coughed a little. “Fuck! I cannot breathe!”

“I’m too good, huh?”

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