Page 43 of Lavender and Lightning

His fist tightens around my balls, pulling them to their limit. I try to arch, to ease off the pressure, but I can’t get the right leverage. Thankfully, right when I don’t think I can take anymore, Rhett releases his grip and strokes my neglected cock with featherlight touches. I let out a long, shaky moan, trying to thrust up into his hand.

“Is my needy little cock slut going to blow so soon? Just a few licks got you all ready to come in my hand?”

Rhett’s taunting mockery sets my teeth to grinding and I shake my head. He brings the crop down harder and faster, and I feel my heartbeat throbbing in each welt. My stomach is sticky with pre-cum, and I have to focus to keep from crying out as I feel Rhett’s broad tongue run along my cock from base to tip.

“Had enough yet? Going to beg for my cock? Beg for me to make you come?”

My breathing is heavy as I tilt my chin up to meet his gaze, mouth twisted in a smirk. I can feel the sweat forming on my face and chest, but the adrenaline zinging through my veins makes me stupid.

“Getting tired, old man?”

Rhett’s growl is nearly feral, and it runs right down my spine to my aching cock. I lose myself in the next flurry of blows, only surfacing from the pleasure-pain when Rhett touches my cock, my balls, even probing slicked fingers into my puckered entrance. My skin is burning, but my mind only translates that as pleasure. I approach the edge of release time and again, but I’m always pulled back before I fall. The world falls away and I float, babbling responses to Rhett’s degradation, but loving every minute.

I don’t know how long I hang suspended in that place of warmth and tension, but the brush of Rhett’s lips against mine brings me back down ever so slightly. When I open my eyes, I find him leaning over me, smiling fondly. I can feel his cock pressed against my twitching opening, and I whine.

“You’ve been so good for me, pet. Do you think you deserve a reward?” he purrs, pushing my damp hair away from my forehead.

I swallow with some difficulty, but nod. “Please, sir.”

“Good pet.”

One of Rhett’s hands cups the back of my neck as he leans down and kisses me tenderly. The other guides the flared head of his cock to press against my hole. There’s almost no resistance, but what little stretch there is burns in the best way. His thrusts are shallow at first until he bottoms out, where he pauses and lets me adjust for a moment.

“You feel so fucking good, Luc,” Rhett pants, withdrawing slowly so I feel every ridge and vein along his thick length.

“Oh, God. I-I’m not going to last,” I whine, words shaking.

Rhett kisses up and down my jaw, his facial hair adding that extra scrape to make me shiver. He shifts his angle, and my vision goes white as his head brushes directly on my prostate. I shout a curse, and he growls, picking up speed. Each slam of his hips into mine pushes me closer to that edge, but release still sits just out of reach. Just when I feel my eyes burning from frustration, Rhett sits up and takes my cock in his hand.

The first brush of his fingers feels like electricity over every inch of my skin. I clench and tense, and Rhett’s hips falter from their steady pace as he curses under his breath. It only takes a few firm strokes until I feel my spine tingling and balls drawing up.

“Fuck, sir—please. I’m gonna—”

“Come, then. Come while I fill your greedy ass,” he snarls through gritted teeth.

Stars burst behind my eyelids as a scream fights its way from my throat, and I feel the hot splatter of my seed against my chest. Rhett thrusts twice more, and I groan as I feel him swell and explode, his cum painting my insides. We sit for a moment, frozen in the receding waves of pleasure. I shiver and Rhett gasps as my muscles clench and release. When he finally slides free, I feel the trickle of cum as it drips from me. It’s filthy, but I revel in it.

“Are you okay for another couple of minutes? I want to make sure—”

“Yeah, I’m good. Can still feel everything,” I respond to Rhett’s breathless question.

I can feel the burn from the crop returning with a vengeance as the pleasure of my orgasm recedes. Rhett pets my leg, kissing my calf lightly before climbing off the bed and moving away. He returns a few moments later with a damp washcloth and a jar of cream for the welts. As much as I like to think that aftercare isn’t my thing, feeling Rhett’s hand massaging my aching muscles as he tends to my marks and unties me is undeniably enjoyable.

By the time he’s finished, I’m tucked under Rhett’s arm as he holds me close, the tips of his fingers tracing nonsense patterns on my back.

“You know I didn’t mean what I said, right? About you not being good enough for Lydia?” Rhett asks suddenly, his voice low and hesitant.

I look up at him, frowning at the troubled crease in his brow. “Yeah, of course. It was just part of the game.”

“Right. I just wanted to make sure I said it. Because I do think you and Lydia… She isn’t the only one who deserves the best,” Rhett says, speaking more to himself than to me.

“Well, I’m not worried about that,” I state, smirking.

Rhett looks down at me, blue eyes clouded with confusion. I stretch my neck and kiss him lightly, a smile pulling at the corners of my mouth.

“Why’s that?” he whispers against my lips.

“We have you.”

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