Page 19 of Blindsided

“Good boy.” I palmed my erection through my jeans, desperate for relief but knowing it was a ways off.

As though someone in housekeeping had planned the entire scene, an old wooden ruler sat in a wire basket on the desk. My fingers itched to use it to redden Lincoln’s tan skin. It had been too long since we’d played. While my body still reacted to his presence and he’d yet to surprise me with a change in interests, I knew the ruler needed to stay where it was. I couldn’t use more than my hand, anything more was reserved for well negotiated scenes and relationships built on trust and communication. It had been nearly a decade since we’d negotiated a scene or been in a relationship.

I stepped to the side of him and placed my left hand on the small of his back, steadying both of us as I began to rub his cheeks with my right hand. The skin was as impossibly soft as I remembered it being and for the first time, I wondered just how much money he spent on keeping his ass that smooth. Not that money was an issue for him. I shook my head at myself. Money wasn’t an issue for me either. Not anymore.

Muscle memory kicked in and my hand rose and landed squarely on Lincoln’s right ass cheek. I didn’t go easy on him, knowing that wasn’t what either of us needed from this. My palm stung and color bloomed quickly on his pale skin, a handprint already clear before I struck him again.

Lincoln hissed, his ass rocking side to side. “Be still.” The deep, gravelly vibration of my voice surprised me. When was the last time I’d been so assertive? I didn’t think it had been since Lincoln left. Having my hands on him again was bringing out a part of me I’d thought long forgotten.

His hips stilled. “Sorry, Sir.”

I pressed more firmly on his lower back and brought my right hand down once more. The crack of hand meeting ass filled the room a split second before Lincoln moaned. His knees buckled for a fraction of a second, and then just as quickly he righted himself. With a firm grip on the desk, he nodded. “More, please.”

The next series of spanks came hard and fast, my palm and fingers stinging more with every strike. Lincoln took everything I gave him, moaning and begging for more each time I paused. For all that it felt the same, his pain threshold had increased, as had how vocal he was.

He let his pleasure be known without shame or embarrassment. If there had been any rooms around us, there was no doubt in my mind they would have heard him. Hell, I was worried about the people in the rooms below us hearing his screams as I spanked him until his backside was red and my hand ached.

Admitting my hand was done, I slowed my pace until I was rubbing his ass more than spanking it. There was no doubt Lincoln could have taken more even as he gasped in breaths.

“What color are you?”

Three slow breaths later, Lincoln spoke to the desk. “Green.” I could hear the tension in his voice, but a quick look between his legs showed he was hard and leaking precum.

I ran my finger from his balls up his crease, pressing lightly against his pucker as my fingers glided past it and he moaned. “Yes. Fuck me. Need you. Please.”

My eyebrow rose in surprise, though my dick was thankful to hear the request. I’d been confined in my jeans for so long, my dick ached and I knew my underwear was going to be a lost cause. I reached behind me to pull out my wallet, where I always kept lube and a condom.

“Lube’s in the bathroom,” Lincoln informed me. “Condoms too.”

I grunted a reply, not ready to think about Lincoln having condoms in his bathroom. Jealousy and outrage were stupid emotions when Lincoln wasn’t mine in the first place, but the thought of another guy getting ready to slide into him had my jaw tensing. “I’ve got them right here.”

With one hand, I worked the button and fly of my jeans open and pushed them down my thighs, then ripped both the condom and lube open quickly. With lube drizzled on my fingers, I slid two into Lincoln’s ass without warning, trying to ignore the lingering pangs of jealousy.

He sucked in a startled breath at the sudden breach of his body, but it quickly turned into a whimper as he pushed into my hand. “Do you want more?” I asked between clenched teeth, barely staving off my own need to come, stimulation or not.

Lincoln bobbed his head. “Yes. Please. Another.” After a moment, he finished with a quiet, “Sir.”

At the request, I slid my fingers out just enough to line the third up and slid them back in. My movement was slower this time, the control giving Lincoln time to adjust to the fullness. It still didn’t take him long to loosen up and within a minute he was rocking back on me. “Easton, need you. Need your dick in me.”

“It’s coming, baby.” And it was. I’d been awkwardly fumbling with the condom with my free hand and had finally gotten it freed from the foil packet and was working to roll it on my dick one-handed. The task had been clumsy at best, but I was finally sheathed and removed my fingers, only to line the head of my cock up with his hole.

Warm, tight heat instantly surrounded my cock. His body stretched and relaxed to take my length with ease, leaving me panting as I slid completely inside him in just seconds. We both let out small groans when my balls landed against his ass. I had to give myself time to come back from the edge of orgasm just from being inside him again.

My hairy thighs against his spanked skin couldn’t have felt pleasant, yet Lincoln rolled his hips in circles, trying in vain to get my cock to nail his prostate. I gave a sharp smack to his hip, and Lincoln’s movements stopped. “Patience, Link. I’ll give you what you want.”

And I would, just as soon as it was safe for me to move. Thankfully, he’d stopped rolling his hips in circles and my need to orgasm decreased after a few seconds. Like it or not, just because I had myself under better control didn’t mean I was going to last long once I started to fuck him. Knowing that, I reached around our bodies, finding Lincoln’s cock with ease, and gave it a few long, firm strokes.

Below me, I could feel Lincoln’s knees shaking and the rumble of his moan vibrated against my chest. “You’re so fucking ready for this.”

“So ready,” he said in confirmation. “Fuck me hard, Easton. Make me feel it.”

He didn’t need to ask twice. I pulled out and slammed my hips into him, the force sending us forward a few steps, and Lincoln screamed into the room. “Yes!”

I worked his dick as fast as I could, twisting my fist and silently begging him to give up his orgasm. His body was going more rigid the longer I worked him over, and after a few minutes, I knew I’d reached the point where I wasn’t going to be able to hold off. “Come for me, Link. Come all over my hand.”

Three strokes later, Lincoln did just that and a hot volley of cum rolled over my fist. The cum let me work his dick faster as I pounded into him, thankful for the countless leg days that gave me the muscles to keep the pace going.

Lincoln’s cries varied from gasps to shouts to nonsensical pleas as he emptied his load into my fist, across the desk, and onto the floor. He was still moaning as I came with a long, low moan, my muscles contracting over and over again as I filled the condom inside of him.

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