“No.”
“No, what?”
“No, Sir.”
“You must think because I tease and joke with you that you can run things.”
“No, Sir. I don’t.”
Hector denied Miguel what he wanted by taking his hands away and letting them rest on the bed. “You sure you don’t think you’re the little jefe?
Miguel wiggled, his hard cock rubbing against Hector’s thigh as he moved. “I’m not the boss! I promise!”
“Then stay still and stop humping my leg,” he ordered in a hard voice. Miguel lowered his hips and went still. He trembled slightly but didn’t otherwise move. Hector placed one hand back on his ass, fingers curved down to brush against the crease where cheek met thigh. But that was it. He didn’t move his hand, he just waited there patiently, letting Miguel’s desire and anticipation for his spanking rise. Just when Miguel let a small whimper escape, Hector spanked him once, a sharp stinging smack. “Raise your ass for me.”
Miguel did as directed, pushing his hips up again.
“Now spread your legs.” Miguel obeyed with gratifying speed, sliding his knees apart so that a small gap showed between his thighs. “Can you hold this position?”
Miguel nodded.
Hector knew the game now, and he waited silently. It didn’t take long for him to get what he wanted.
“Yes, Sir. I can hold the position.”
“Good.” Hector started again, laying precise, sharp smacks with the flat of his hand. He’d pause to caress the hot flesh under his palm, to give Miguel a chance to breathe and call a halt if he needed to. But he didn’t. Miguel wiggled and moaned and sobbed, but he didn’t ask Hector to stop. So he continued, more into this than he could have imagined.
He loved the power and control of it. He could make Miguel cry out in pain, but arch up seeking the next blow. He could make him shiver by tracing his fingers down the shadowed crevice of his ass. He could slip a hand between parted thighs and squeeze hot, tight balls until Miguel begged him to spank him again. And of course, each time, he obliged. By the time he was finished, Miguel’s ass was a pretty, blushing red, and Hector was so hard he had to open his jeans to relieve the pressure on his cock.
Leaning over, he grabbed the lube he’d stored under the pillow. A one-handed flick of the cap had it open, and he squeezed the liquid between his lover’s cheeks. Miguel flinched at the coolness but didn’t protest. Hector rubbed the slick around Miguel’s entrance before he slowly pushed his fingers in, stretching him open.
Miguel writhed, hips rolling and legs kicking. He begged for Hector to fuck him. But Hector wasn’t ready to stop. He left his fingers stuffed inside Miguel, while he delivered a few more sharp smacks with his other hand.
“Hector!” Miguel gasped. “I’ll come if you don’t stop.” He bunched the sheets up in his fist, briefly biting on his knuckle. “Please don’t make me come yet. I want to come with you inside me.”
At that, Hector carefully withdrew and pulled Miguel’s briefs the rest of the way off. He gripped his lover under his arms to pull him up to straddle him. Miguel was frantic once he was upright, gripping the sides of Hector’s face and bringing their lips together in a desperate kiss as he squirmed in Hector’s lap. Hector held his lover’s slim, naked body close against him and kissed him back, shoving his tongue into his mouth. After a few moments, he pulled back just enough to whisper, “I can’t believe how wild this made you. I love it.”
Miguel whimpered. “Fuck me. Please, Hector. I need it. I need you.”
Hector couldn’t deny that sweet plea. Standing up with Miguel still in his arms, he turned, putting him on the edge of the bed on his hands and knees. He got the condom, slicked himself up, and pushed inside.
Miguel cried out, throwing his head back. Hector started thrusting, slamming his hips against the inflamed skin of his lover’s ass. Hector gripped his cheeks tightly, pulling them apart. He watched his cock sliding in and out as his lover eagerly took him inside.
“Beautiful,” he said in a ragged whisper.
Miguel started to rise up, but Hector put a hand on the nape of his neck and shoved him back down. He arched his body over the smaller one beneath him, caging him in place. “Did I say you could fucking move?”
Miguel’s sobbed his answer. “No.”
Hector got up on his knees on the bed, shoving Miguel forward as he did. As he resumed his deep, pounding thrusts, he cracked his palm against Miguel’s ass in another sharp smack. Miguel screamed, his thighs trembling as he slammed back against Hector and started to come without either of them having touched his cock.
Hector fucked Miguel through his orgasm, savoring every squeeze of his inner muscles, every moan that slipped from his throat. Sweat dripped down his back as he worked to get to his own release. By the time it came, Miguel was already limp. Hector’s grip on his hips was the only thing holding Miguel up while Hector came in an explosive climax that made his hips stutter and his breath catch in his throat.
When the waves of pleasure finally ebbed, Hector slowly withdrew and eased them down onto their sides. He went to pull his lover close, but to his surprise, Miguel got up from the bed. He drifted around the room, trailing his fingers over everything he came close to, a soft, dazed smile on his lips.
Amused, Hector watched him for a few moments before calling him back. “Come back to bed.”
Miguel turned but didn’t make a move toward him.