Page 31 of M.M. Scrooge
As more buttons are undone, my curiosity gets the better of me. “What are you doing?”
“I should think that’s rather obvious.” The shirt divides, revealing Ash’s smooth chest, his lithe muscles, and that delectable nub of a belly button. I do love an outie. The urge to reach out and caress it strikes, but I resist. I’m still not sure what he expects of me.
He gracefully shrugs out of the shirt and lets it fall to the floor. Standing half-naked before me, a smirk on his handsome face, Ash is a picture of temptation. All that pretty pale skin on display, the long lines of his slender arms, that little mole just beneath his lowest rib on the right side. All of it comes together to bring memories back to life. Ash was always a good lay, both creative and submissive between the sheets, a rare combination I enjoyed immensely.
“You can touch if you like.” He flicks open his pants and drags down the zipper.
I want to. But— “You mentioned a boyfriend. I’m assuming you guys are in an open relationship?”
“Something like that.” He bites his lower lip, trying to be cute, which works because he’s quite beguiling when he’s seducing me.
I won’t let myself fall for it. Yet. “What does that mean, Ash?”
“My boyfriend knows you’re here.” He wriggles out of his dress pants. They pool at his elegant argyle sock-clad ankles.
Blood rushes from my brain where I need it to my dick where I most certainly do not. “Is he okay with this?”
Ash’s brows climb his forehead, even as he shoves his black silk briefs over his hips, letting his cock spring free, hard and eager. “Do you care?”
I’m caring less and less by the second.
He slides his underwear down his legs and steps out of them, leaving him gloriously nude before me. “There’s something I want from you.”
Ash has grown bold over the years, and I’m here for it. “What?”
He turns and presents his pert backside. My eyes are drawn immediately to the twin globes of his ass, but the rest of him is also worth a look. The delicate arch of his spine at his lower back, the lean muscles of his shoulders, the narrow waist, the curve of taut hamstrings, and strong calves. Fuck. I palm my dick while I wait for him to tell me what he wants.
“I’ve been naughty, haven’t I?” He grips his own ass cheeks and massages them. “Telling on you to my mean old uncle. You want to punish me, don’t you, Max?”
The show he’s putting on heats up as he tugs his cheeks apart just enough for a quick peek of his tempting hole.
I go along with it. How can I not? I’m only human. “You have been an awfully bad boy.” Earlier, he said I could touch him. Against my better judgment, I caress the soft skin at the top of his crease.
He bends at the hip and arches his back, sin on legs, and I repress the urge to grab him and haul him into my lap. My finger dips lower.
Ash glances over his shoulder and throws me a flirty look. “Maybe you should spank me?”
My dick twitches at this idea, practically nodding its agreement for us. “Is that what you want?”
“It’s part of it.”
“Then get on my lap.” For some reason, I don’t expect him to do it. But he does. Quick and agile, he drapes himself across me on the couch, hard dick between my thighs, chest to my left, legs sprawled to my right.
So much naked skin. Ass there for the taking. I resist for all of two seconds before slapping his cheeks with a cupped hand. A satisfying smack rings out, followed by a startled whimper from Ash.
I rub the sting away and raise my hand for another strike.
“Go on. Punish me for getting you into trouble. Make me take it.”
If that’s what he wants, I’m happy to oblige. I spank one cheek, then the other back and forth in rapid succession until they’re both flushed pink and hot. Ash holds himself still for this, but his teeth dig into the flesh of his forearms.
I pause to admire my work, petting his thighs to give his ass a break. He’s exquisite like this, submitting for me, breathing heavily and curling his toes. This is nothing new for us, but it’s been so long I almost forgot how much I liked it. I wonder if Daniel likes to be spanked. He’d look lovely across my thighs.
Ash is catching his breath. Time to make him lose it again. “Ready for more?”
His vigorous nod brings a smile to my lips. I’m already anticipating fucking that pretty hole open. But he can take more abuse first.
I raise my hand to strike.
