Once we were settled, I reach back into the small storage area behind the seat and pulled out a small blanket and a portable radio. Red nestled into my side as I draped the blanket over us then reached for the radio. Turning it on, he tuned it until the sound of the commercials playing on the screen filled the cab.

  Watching a movie with Red was an experience in and of itself. Sadly, there was no necking for us but only because Red was so into the movie. Maybe I should have chosen the political thriller instead.

  Anyway, my favorite part of the night was when the superhero kissed his female love interest and Red had thrown the piece of popcorn he’d been about to eat at the screen… well, he’d thrown it at my windshield but same difference. I had to suppress a laugh every time I looked at the tiny butter smear on the glass.

  In fact, I had to listen to Red complain about it the whole way back to his house.

  “Why did he have to kiss her?” he asked, throwing his hand up in the air. “There was totally sexual tension between him and his sidekick. Did you see that costume montage? They were obviously checking each other out.”

  I parked in his driveway as he continued his rant.

  “I’m going to write the directors a very strongly worded letter,” he said, nodding his head for emphasis. He looked around, realizing we were back at his house. “Do you want to come in?”

  I hoped I was reading his expression right. A light flush brought a lovely pink to his cheeks. His breathing was getting a little faster, his pupils were dilated, and his stare lingered on me when usually he was like a butterfly fluttering from one object to the next. The air turned thick as tension and desire brewed between us.

  “Yeah,” I said, keeping my eyes locked with his as I reached for my keys and turned off the truck. “I’d like that.”

  After helping him out of the truck, I walked him inside as nervous excitement coursed through my body. I wanted him and now it seemed like I was this close to having him.

  I closed the door behind me and was on him in seconds. I trapped his face in my hands and took his mouth with mine. He lasted like salt and butter with a hint of cherry at the end. He tasted like mine.

  I pulled back. “Tell me you want this.”

  “I do,” he said, pressing against my hands, his eyes locked to my lips.

  “Then tell me what you want.” I wanted the words. I needed the words.

  He moaned, his whole body shuddering in my grasp. “I want you.”

  “How?”

  “Like this,” he whispered, his face still held tightly in my hands. “I want to feel you take me. I want to feel your body holding me down. I want to feel you inside of me.”

  Yes, those were the words I’d wanted to hear.

  I walked him backwards towards his bedroom, my hands holding him steady. Standing in his bedroom, I released him, reaching for the hem of his shirt. He helped as much as he could, but his cast made it a little awkward.

  He stood there, staring at me as I reached for the button of his pants. He was so… pliant. I had the feeling he’d let me do almost anything I wanted and that thought was almost enough to have me coming then and there.

  I unzipped his pants, my hand slipping inside to cup his hard cock. He moaned, his head dropping back as his eyes closed and his hand came up to grip my arm. I watched him, loving the way he reacted to my touch.

  Pushing his pants to the ground, I crouched down and helped him out of his shoes and socks then finished removing his pants. I looked up, seeing him standing there waiting for me was a sight I’d never forget.

  I stood, placing my hands on his hips, my thumbs sweeping against the little swell of his stomach. Pushing him, I walked him to the edge of the bed. “Where’s your stuff?” I asked.

  He blushed and then pointed to his side table by the bed. I opened the drawer, expecting to see a bottle of lube, but was pleasantly surprised by the new box of condoms sitting next to it. I was even more surprised by the assorted dildos, vibrators, and butt plugs I found. Ignoring the toys, for now, I reached for the condoms. I had one in my wallet because I was a guy and optimistic but damn. I picked up the box and turned to look at Red with a raised brow.

  “What?” he asked defensively. “It’s better to be safe than sorry.”

  “No,” I said, opening the box and pulling one out. “You’re right.”

  I set the box on the side table and grabbed the lube. I dropped them both on the bed and approached Red. Reaching for his neck, I slid my hand down his chest. When I reached his stomach, I moved around to his back and then slid my hand into the waistband of his underwear. I cupped his ass cheek, pulling him forward into my body.

  I rocked my cock against his, addicted to the sounds he made in the back of his throat as he moved against me. I pushed his underwear down, touching every bit of skin I exposed. He clutched my shoulder and groaned as I slid my hand down his crack, my finger gliding over the puckered muscles of his hole.

  He moved back and I smirked as he realized his predicament. If he pushed back against the hand behind him, he lost the friction of his cock against mine. If he stayed pressed against me, the finger at his hole would do nothing more than lightly caress him. Which did he want more?

  “Daddy, please.”

  Oh, shit. I hadn’t expected that or how much my cock would like it.

  Unfortunately—or fortunately, however you looked at it—Red felt my reaction, too.

  His smile turned as devious as I’d ever seen it. “Daddy, I need you,” he begged.

  “You little brat,” I said, chuckling at his blatant attempt to manipulate me.

  He nodded, his hand ventured down my chest. “I’m Daddy’s little brat,” he corrected, a cheeky smirk on his face.

  “Sounds like someone needs to be punished,” I said, playing into the fantasy Red had started.

  If it was possible, I felt his cock get harder.

  “No, Daddy,” he said, backing a half-step away from me toward the bed. “I’ve been a good boy today.”

  I stalked towards him. “I think a spanking will help you to remember to be a good boy in the future.”

  I sat down on the bed and motioned to my lap, hiding all the nerves I felt.

  Red bounced over to my side and eagerly crawled across my lap. He seemed pretty confident in my ability not to fuck this up. The thing was, I’d never spanked anyone before in my life, but I’d watched how-to videos and read tons of instruction manuals online. It didn’t seem that hard, but I still ran through all the information I’d gathered.

  Warm up the area first. Get the blood flowing to the surface.

  I rubbed my hand across the surface of his cheeks, ignoring the way he wiggled his hips against my thigh and the sighs that escaped when I brushed a particularly sensitive spot. When his skin turned a light shade of pink, I knew he was ready for more.

  I licked my lips and raised my hand.

  Avoid hitting too high. Avoid the tailbone. The sit spots and the backs of the thighs are especially sensitive. Start slow and easy. Watch his reactions in order to determine the right strength for your blows.

  I dropped my hand and bounced it on his cheek. The sound echoed in the room as I felt his flesh give under my hand. My hand tingled at the contact, but his reaction was everything and more.

  His fingers clenched the blanket covering his bed, the tension drained from his back, and a small groan escaped his lips. If anything, his ass lifted as if rising up to meet the next blow.

  My hand continued to prickle in a mirror of what Red was feeling.

  If I was being honest, I hadn’t expected to feel much of anything from spanking Red, but his response fueled my own. I wanted to give him more if only to see his body grind into my lap. I wanted to hear him moan and use his body to beg for more. That I was the one giving him such pleasure with just the palm of my hand was… intoxicating. I felt powerful and virile as if I could satisfy him in every way he needed.

  I aimed a bit lower, for the bottom swell of his ass, and spanked him again. I put a little more force into my swing, watching Red in order to gauge his reaction. He gasped, his ass cheek tightening under my hand as he pressed his cock into my lap.

  Wondering how he would react to a couple of swats to his sit spots, I dropped a smack to each side and watched as he almost came apart over my lap. I had to grab a hold of him as he arched his back and moaned. I knew hitting lower would send little shock waves to his crotch, but damn, he acted like I’d swallowed his cock down my throat.

  “Red, are you still with me?” I asked, needing to know how he was feeling about his spanking.

  “Yes, Daddy.” He pushed his hips down and humped against my leg shamelessly. “More, please.”

  Feeling more confident in my technique, I gave him a few more. I learned to space them out so he wouldn’t know exactly when he’d be getting them, the anticipation causing him to shiver and beg with these little sounds in the back of his throat.

  His ass had developed a lovely pink color and my hand was starting to feel the effects of his spanking. I wondered if he’d still be feeling the effects long after my hand. Brushing my hand across the surface of his cheeks, I loved the warmth rising from his skin.

  Reaching under him, I wrapped my other hand around his hard cock and leaned down to whisper in his ear, “You were so good for Daddy, little bit. Do you want a reward?” I stroked his cock so there would be no mistaking my intentions.

  He rocked into my hand. “Yes, Daddy. Please. So good.”

  “On your back,” I said then helped him crawl from my lap to collapse onto the bed. I smirked when he hissed and groaned as his sensitive ass made contact with the bedspread. I couldn’t tell if they were sounds of pain or pleasure, but he must have liked it all the same because he rotated his hips, rubbing his backside against the fabric again.

  “Daddy, fuck me.”

  He lifted his left arm and placed it above his head so his cast wouldn’t be in the way and the other he held out to the side gripping the bed for leverage. I once again pictured the wrist and thigh cuffs I ordered as soon as our first date had ended and anticipated the day his cast came off.

  Impatient to have him, I frantically stripped and joined him on the bed. I settled between his legs, my thighs propping his open as I leaned over and took his mouth in a feverish kiss. I let my hands move across him, reaching for those spots that were already becoming familiar with everything we’d done. I wondered if one day I’d be able to find him in a crowded room just by the feel of his body.

  I pulled back and skated my lips across his cheek to nibble at the sensitive skin of his neck. Pressing down on his hip, I held him in place as my lips closed over his hard little nipple. I used my tongue to lave at the small point and then pinched it lightly with my teeth. While Red wasn’t really into pain, he definitely craved a hint of it.

  “Daddy. Nate. Please,” he said, his words broken and needy.

  I pulled back and reached for the bottle of lube. Opening it, I poured a generous amount onto my hand and applied it to his hole.

  “Are you ready for me, little bit?” I asked as I pressed against his opening.

  He nodded, his mouth open as he gasped and moaned. His expression was at once pained and blissful.

  I pressed into him, letting him feel the stretch and burn of my finger penetrating his body.

  “Yes, Daddy.” He thrust against my hand, taking me a little deeper. I wiggled my finger around, feeling the texture change as I located his prostate. Giving it a few gentle strokes, I wrapped a firm hand around the base of his cock to keep him from coming.

  At this point, I was desperate to have him. My cock was so hard that it was almost too much. Wanting to be inside of him, I slid a second finger in next to the first and then closely followed it with a third.

  Red whimpered when I withdrew my fingers, but he quit his whining when I reached for the condom at my side. Deftly rolling it down my shaft, I lubed up, grabbed my cock, and shuffled a bit closer to Red’s waiting body.

  I placed my other hand on Red’s hip, notched the head of my cock into his ready hole, and steadily pushed my length into his willing body. It took me a few strokes to bury myself the entire way in but the feel of his body wrapped around mine made every minute getting there worthwhile. In fact, I never wanted to leave the heaven that was Red.

  Leaning forward, I braced a hand by his head and left the other on his hip for leverage. Watching his face and the pleasure I brought him, I moved in him, falling into the instinctual rhythm our bodies craved. His body rocked into mine as we strained toward each other, fighting for the release we both wanted.

  Feeling my orgasm approaching and wanting Red to come with me, I released my hold on his hip that had held him in place and wrapped my hand around his cock.

  I stroked him, tightening my grip as his moans turned to little gasps.

  “Do you want to come?” I asked, knowing how Red liked having to ask.

  “Yes, Daddy, please can I come?”

  I thrust a little deeper and stroked his cock a bit harder as I leaned down and whispered in his ear, “Come for me. Be a good boy and come for Daddy.”

  The muscles in Red’s body seized and I felt the hot jets of his cum land against my hand. Increasing my pace, I reached for the orgasm I’d been holding back. Groaning, I pushed in tight and rocked against him, wishing my cum was filling him instead of the condom I wore. Making a mental note to get tested as soon as possible, I pulled out of Red, gently removed the condom, tied it off, and stood on shaky feet to dispose of it in the bathroom.

  While there, I grabbed a washcloth, ran it under warm water, and then returned to the bed. Red’s eyes were closed and I briefly wondered if he’d passed out. Pressing the washcloth between his legs, I laughed as he yelped then pouted.

  “Daddy, warn me first,” he said, hissing as the cloth pressed against his well-used hole.

  “I’m sorry,” I teased, letting him know I wasn’t that sorry. “I’ll remember next time, little bit.”

  “Good,” he said, scooting over and reaching for his blanket. “Daddy, will you stay the night?”

  “I’d love to,” I said, not caring that I hadn’t prepared to. I turned and tossed the used washcloth towards the open bathroom door and then crawled into bed with Red.

  Turning, he scooted back until he became the little spoon to my big.

  “Comfortable?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” he said, then reached out and snagged one of his stuffies and cradled it to his chest.

  I smiled seeing Lake the moose in his arms. “Goodnight, little bit.”

  “Night night, Daddy.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Red

  I wasn’t used to waking up with someone else in my bed and I wasn’t used to that someone’s hand drifting down my thigh. I jerked my leg away from the pesky feeling, rolled away from whatever was causing the sensation, and curled up in my blankets. My sleep-addled brain conjured up a picture of Danny bugging me, but I knew something about that wasn’t right.

  “Red,” a voice whispered in my ear as that maddening touch returned. “It’s time to wake up.”

  “No,” I said, sticking out an arm and swatting in the direction of the handsy hand. “I sleep. You sleep. Too early.” I snuggled back into my pillows and stuffies.

  At this point, I was fully aware Nate was the one behind me. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d woke up feeling so… happy. I shifted my legs, still feeling his possession deep within my body.

  I slipped a hand behind my back and stroked my fingers across the surface of my ass. Last night, it had tingled and burned and had felt amazing. This morning, those feelings were nothing but a distant memory. It still surprised me how fast the effects of a good spanking could disappear.

  Daddy planted his hands on either side of me and shook the bed. “I’m hungry. Don’t you want breakfast? Hmm? Maybe some pancakes?” he teased, dropping kisses on the parts of my face he could still see. “What about some bacon and eggs?”

  That did sound good. I gave him a little moan-slash-carry-on sound in reply.

  He gave me a little laugh in return. “Maybe some hash browns or a stuffed omelet?”

  I perked up, whipped the blanket back, and pushed up off the bed with my good hand. “Hash browns?”

  He pulled back, a little shocked at the speed of my recovery, but I loved, loved, loved hash browns. “If you want hash browns, I’ll get you hash browns.”

  That wasn’t good enough. “Debbie’s hash browns?”

  He shook his head, a confused expression alighting across his face. “Who’s Debbie?”

  “Debbie’s Delicious Diner!” I said, streaking naked across the room towards my closet. I pulled out some clothes at random and scrambled into them. Turning around, I huffed as soon as I saw Nate still sitting on my bed—naked. “Daddy, you promised me hash browns! We can’t leave with your naughty bits all hanging out!” I said, gesturing towards his dick.

  He looked down, smirked, and then leaned back on hands, displaying himself for me. ‘What? Don’t you think everyone deserves to see this view?” he asked, making exaggerated sexy faces at me.

  I couldn’t help laughing at his silliness. “Daddy, I need my hash browns,” I said, giggling as I scooped up his dirty clothes from the floor and tossing them in his direction. “It’s illegal to go outside naked. You’ll get arrested by the coppers. Wee-woo wee-woo.”

  He wrinkled his nose as he lifted his shirt from the bed. “We’re stopping by my apartment first.” He stood and reached for his pants, giving his underwear a disgusted look.

  I continued to watch him dress until his cock was safely put away and his shirt covered his chest once more. Watching him, I felt a little… possessive? Or maybe it was just that I knew him in ways few could ever claim.

  I knew what it felt like to have his body press mine into the mattress. I knew what it felt like to have his hands and mouth all over my body. I knew what he felt like inside of me, taking me.

  I wanted it again. Buuuuut I wanted hash browns, too.

  “Where’s Debbies?”

 

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