Page 42 of Riding Pine
“You took the long way,” Lukas says as we wait for the elevator.
“I did. Just needed to think and talk to a friend.”
“James?”
We step into the elevator, and I look up at him. “You remember?”
“I remember you were at the bar with your friend James, who was meeting a new guy with blond hair. You took my picture and sent it to him for security.”
“Uh…yeah, and yes, I needed to check in with him, but I’m yours for the spanking now.”
The elevator pings at his floor, and when the doors open, Lukas remains still.
“Lukas? This is your floor, right?” The doors start to close, but I shoot my arm out to stop them. He shakes his head with an exhale as we exit the elevator.
“Yeah. You just threw me there with the spanking bit, and I…I guess I was…” We stop in front of his door, and he pulls his keys from his pocket. His keychain is an adorable pink rabbit’s foot witha smooth section of missing fur. He shoves the key in the door and then turns and pulls me inside, smashing me up against him.
“I was thinking of you naked with my handprint on your ass.” He kicks the door closed and backs me up against it. “Since you said it, I can’t stop thinking about it. My brain froze.”
God, he sounds as breathless as I feel. His hands move under my shirt, and his lips kiss my neck. Lukas boxes me in with his arms, and I fucking melt into him like butter in a frying pan.
Every. Damn. Time.
“Do you have a thing for sex against doors?” I mumble against his lips. He pauses and looks down at me.
“I never used to. But you get me doing all kinds of things I wouldn’t normally do.”
His hands reach around to grip my ass, and he hauls me away from the door with so much ease I feel like a piece of fluff in the wind.
“I’ve never been so into a lover before that I can’t wait to get them out of their clothes and onto my dick like you, Ben.” He kisses a trail along my collarbone. “Right now, I want you face down with that fine ass in the air so we can test your spanking theory before you ride my face.”
“Jesus Christ, Lukas. I thought I was the filthy one here. That’s hot.”
Like, so incredibly hot that I’m pushing him away to shimmy out of my pants and get to his room. When my pants hit the floor, Lukas sucks in an audible breath.
“Ben…”
Looking down, I see what has him laser-focused and bite my lip. Running my fingers across the edge of the waistband of theteeny-weeny thong, I know this is a favourite of his, even if he won’t say it. Since he didn’t want me to cover up but wanted me to cover my ass, I have to tease him some because he can’t have it both ways.
“Are you teasing me with these?”
“Me? I’d never.” I smirk.
His fingers curl around the small band keeping them on. “Are these special?”
“Nope.” I pop thepand hope Lukas does what I want.
“Good.” He tugs with one pull, snapping the flimsy material and holding it in his fist.
“Lukas…that should not turn me on so much.”
He surprises me by dipping low and tossing me onto his shoulder in one move. My moan turns to a shriek when his palm connects with my ass. It’s sharp and burning, and he rushes to place me gently on the bed.
“Oh my god. I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you? I got carried away.”
“That might have been a bit too much,” I say as I gingerly lift an ass cheek off the bed. “Did you leave a mark?” Twisting around, I angle my ass to the mirror on his dresser. My left cheek is beet red, and it definitely stings.
“I suppose I deserved it for teasing, but maybe we shouldn’t do the spanking thing. It might not be my game.”
