Page 50 of Calculated Chaos

I resume my position behind him, ready to give him exactly what he wants. With each swat, I feel another part of his defenses melt away, and I think he needs this. He needs to know he’s so much more than what his father wants him to be.

I deliver the next smack pretty hard, the loud sound of the leather against his skin sending shockwaves through me. His ass bounces with every swat, and as if possessed, I just want to get on my knees and bury my face there.

“Ax,” he mumbles after several more smacks.

“Safeword?”

“No. Want… Touch me.”

“You want me to touch you? Where?” He whimpers and the sound unlocks some buried part of me. “Where, Hollister?”

“I… don’t know.”

“You want me to decide?”

“Oh fuck. Please.”

“Well then ask nicely, sweet boy.”

Hollister moans, rubbing himself on the barrel. “Please, sir. Touch me somewhere. Wherever you want.”

Dropping the paddle, I shake my shoulders to clear my head. I want this experience to be amazing for both of us. I stand behind him, gently rubbing his red ass cheeks, then pull them apart slightly, gasping at the sight of his hole. Never in a million years did I think I’d find this attractive, much less on a guy, but fuck, yeah. I want some of that.

I kneel again, dragging my finger down his crack, and his reaction is out of this world. His body shakes and he moans my name loudly, kicking his legs.

“Too much?” I ask.

“No. I like it.”

“So do I. You look good like this, Holl.”

He smacks his head on the leather bumper, making me chuckle. Deciding not to overthink, I just let instinct take over and lick a stripe over his hole. Hollister shouts my name, but I’m a goner. His hole is perfect—soft, clean, needy.

Next thing I know, I’ve got my whole face buried between his ass cheeks, lapping at his hole like it’s my favorite meal. Hollister moans and pushes back against my tongue, obviously enjoying himself. I didn’t restrain him, but I kind of wish I had. That would make driving him wild even better.

“Ax,” he moans. “Ax, Ax, Ax.”

“Shh, good boy. I’ve got you.”

I push the tip of my finger into his hole, gasping as his body gobbles me up, accepting me easily. I want to fuck him. Fucking hell.

“Ax. Pl-please.”

“What, baby? What can I do?”

“Make me come.”

“Mm, yeah. I want to.”

Standing, I grip Hollister around the waist and pull him off the barrel and into me. He twists in my arms to face me, throwing his arms over my shoulders and practically climbing me. I walk us over to the cross and lean him into it, pausing only to grab lube before I’m back and slicking my hand.

I grip his dick, focusing on what he feels like in my hand. Hot and hard, he throbs, spilling sticky dots of precum.

“Fucking hot,” I whisper, leaning in to bite his neck. “You’re so hot, Hollister.”

Instead of rejecting the compliment, he watches me with heavy eyes, his cheeks bright red and lips parted.

“You’ve been such a good boy,” I whisper. “Taking everything I give you.” I stroke his cock faster. “Do you want to know what I’m thinking?”

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