Page 60 of A Sniper's Devotion
Once he gave confirmation, cool metal encircled his wrists. He’d barely stopped shivering at the click of the cuffs closing when Hector laid the brush against his ass for the first time. Miguel flinched forward. He could tell that was a warm-up smack, but it still stung like hell. The next smack hurt just as much, but it was already morphing into arousal. Heat spread out from his cheeks, warming his entire body. The brush was much harder than Hector’s hand. But it felt so good. Hector was careful where he applied it, and each smack made his cock throb.
Bent over the couch, his hands cuffed behind his back, Miguel was helpless to do anything but submit to the sensual pain his lover gave him. Miguel gasped at each slap of the brush against his skin. He moaned each time Hector paused in the spanking to push his thumb into his crease to tease his entrance. Or to slide the pads of his fingers over the sensitive skin of his taint. Or to tug his jockstrap aside to cup and squeeze his balls.
“Does that feel good, baby?” Hector asked him in a husky whisper.
“Yes, please don’t stop.”
The brush landed against his ass twice more. The third blow was a little harder than all the others, temporarily shocking him out of his fog of arousal. Miguel didn’t hesitate. “Yellow!” He knew another strike like that would kill the mood for him.
Hector immediately stopped. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. That one was just a little too hard.”
“I’m sorry, baby,” Hector soothed. He gently rubbed Miguel’s thigh, carefully staying away from his ass.
Eventually the shock and pain of that blow faded. Miguel shifted his hips as his arousal rose once more. “Green.”
“You sure?”
His face still pressed to the couch, Miguel nodded. “Yes, Sir. Green.”
Hector caressed his exposed cheeks, teasing him with dips of his fingers into hidden places, building his arousal back up before he started with the brush again. He’d learned Miguel’s limit, and he stayed within it, spanking him with sharp smacks that had him wiggling and moaning and desperately humping the couch. He tilted his hips and rose up higher on his toes, shamelessly offering his ass to his lover as a mess of words tumbled from his lips. “Hector, please! Fuck me, spank me. I need it! I need you!”
“Fuck.”
The harsh curse revealed just how aroused Hector was. He moved in close behind Miguel, shoving his still covered cock between the cheeks of Miguel’s ass. A shudder went through him at the rough feel of Hector’s uniform rubbing over his hot skin. The scratchy material abraded his sensitive flesh in the best way, making his toes curl at the pleasure of it. He peeked back over his shoulder, stealing a glance at his boyfriend. Hector looked so good in his SWAT uniform with his face flushed from arousal. Miguel shuddered again. The reality of being with Hector while he wore his uniform was so much better than the fantasy.
“You took that so well,” Hector said as he slowly thrust his cock forward. “And those sweet moans and cries as you begged for it, begged for me to turn your ass red as a cherry, were gorgeous. Felt like I could come just listening to you.”
Miguel wanted to say that the sound of Hector’s voice issuing orders was nearly enough to get him off too. But he couldn’t get the words out. All he could do was push his hips back, encouraging Hector to continue with his slow thrusts.
By the time Hector stepped aside and tossed the hairbrush back on the table, Miguel was in a daze. His ass was on fire, but his headspace was warm and floaty. He heard Hector moving around, but stayed bent over the couch as he waited for whatever Hector wanted to do next. He hadn’t climaxed, but it was a close thing. As it was, his body was limp with pleasure when Hector pulled him up straight, then firmly cupped his ass to bring their bodies flush together. Miguel groaned at the feel of those rough hands gripping the stinging skin of his ass.
He somehow found the strength to lift his head. He had to look up for miles before he finally saw Hector’s handsome face, his strong jaw just starting to stubble with five o’clock shadow, firm lips, golden brown skin, and gorgeous eyes filled with passion just for him. Miguel softly smiled and relaxed into Hector’s chest. He had nothing left. He was spent. He wouldn’t even be able to org—
“Oh god!” Miguel cried out as a slick finger pushed inside him.
“That feel good?”
“Yeah.” He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, then slowly released it before he asked, “Can I have some more?”
“You’ll have to work for it.”
Miguel pouted but agreed.
“You want the cuffs on or off, baby?”
Miguel nuzzled his face into Hector’s pecs. He was almost embarrassed to admit it, but he wouldn’t let that stop him from enjoying this to the fullest. “On.” An approving noise rumbled in Hector’s chest before he moved to sit on the couch. His shirt was unbuttoned, fly open, and he was already wearing a condom slicked up with lube. He crooked a finger, silently beckoning Miguel closer.
On shaky legs, Miguel walked forward until he stood in front of his lover.
“Work,” Hector whispered.
Miguel nodded. He could do this. Thanks to Rhi-Rhi, “Work” was his anthem. He turned around so his back was to Hector then settled on his lap. With his hands still cuffed, he had to let Hector get them lined up. Once he did, Miguel took over, slowly sinking down until he was fully seated in Hector’s lap with his cock all the way inside him. He sat for just a moment to savor the feeling of thick fullness before he rose up.
Miguel arched his back as he sank down again, making it pretty because Hector was watching. He kept moving, working his hips just like he did when he was dancing dirty at the club. Miguel leaned against Hector’s chest, grinding his ass against his lap. Hector groaned deep in his throat. He grabbed Miguel’s chin, tilting his face up for a kiss that was rough and wet and filthy. Just like their sex.
When Hector ended the kiss, Miguel started bouncing in his lap, working his ass on Hector’s cock like he was desperate to make him come. Which he was. Hector must have felt the same because he pushed a lube slick hand into Miguel’s jockstrap, grasped his cock, and started stroking him. His other hand gripped Miguel’s hip, fingers digging hard into the sensitive skin of his pelvis.
