Slap Shot(65)

But he didn’t slap me. Instead he explored between my legs, his thick fingers sliding down the cleft in my buttocks, over my anus to my sopping pussy. I groaned and spread my legs wider. Opened my eyes and saw several loose tendrils of my updo brushing the carpet.

He spread my juices with his fingertip, sinking into my needy pussy then reaching to fret my clit. I groaned, praying for release from the ache sizzling in my pelvis.

I didn’t get relief. His finger trailed back up, rubbing at the smooth patch of skin between my entrance and my back hole, tenderly working it, gliding over it then finally resting over my tight rosebud.

Clenching at the intimate touch, I wriggled and fisted the sheets I could reach. “Rick,” I gasped.

“Shh,” he soothed. “Nothing unless you ask, baby.” He smoothed over the wrinkles of skin but didn’t penetrate me. Blood rushed to my head, fuddling my thoughts. But my overwhelming emotion was that of being horrified at the deliciousness of the memory of him touching me there before, probing my bottom at the moment of orgasm. It had been a wild ride of sensation, a split second of being completely owned and penetrated. Part of me wanted him to take the decision out of my hands, slip his digit into my forbidden entrance again. But part of me was too scared to take that step.

Out of nowhere came a slap. It landed sharply against my right butt cheek, surprising me with its force.

Instantly the hot bloom shot to my clit. I bit my bottom lip, not wanting to make any more noise than we were. Though Rick was right, the music was at night-club level. I groaned and whimpered as his rough hand smoothed over the pain, stroking where he’d just seared tender skin.

As suddenly as the first a second blow rained down, left cheek this time. Flames of heat scorched across my skin, melting through my flesh to my pussy and clit. The need to both clutch the pain and writhe from it was equal.

More slaps hit. Fast, stinging strokes that held controlled power. My pussy was weighted, engorged, my clit aching, begging for stimulation. I winced at each slap, yet thrust up my ass for the next. Begging for it. Needing it.

“Oh baby, that’s it,” Rick said in a gritty voice. “Absolutely fucking perfect.”

As suddenly as the spanking had started it was over. Rick lifted me as though I were a feather and tossed me down on the bed. Heat was flaming through my belly, my pussy was desperate for his attention. I brushed my hands over my breasts, which were flattened slightly in my supine position, and tugged at my nipples. “Please. I can’t wait anymore,” I begged.

Rick stripped off his clothes and tossed a condom on the bed.

“Rick,” I groaned.

“I want you to come on my mouth, Dana, while I hold your hot, pink butt in my hands.” He kneeled at the end of the bed and pushed my thighs wide. Settled his shoulders between them and scooped my sore, smarting butt cheeks into his palms.

My stomach muscles tensed and a shiver of anticipation snaked up my spine. I shut my eyes and sucked in air, battling with discomfort and desire.

He licked me, starting at my entrance and working up through my soft, wet folds. He stopped at my clit and held his tongue there.

I squirmed and groaned, tugging my nipples to tight, painful points. “Rick, please,” I gasped, pushing down onto him.

He chuckled. “How often are you going to tease me in public, wild thing?”

Oh god, what the hell is the answer to that question? “Never, lots, only when you want me to.”

He grunted in amusement, lifted me higher then set about building up my climax. I arched and moaned as he propelled me upward. All my nerves homed in on his skillful tongue. My head thrashed, bright lights burst behind my eyelids, Mae’s song vibrated through my ears.

He sucked and circled. My explosion grew fast and furious and then it was there. “Rick,” I cried, tangling my fingers in his hair and thrusting my pelvis into his face.

At the moment of release he bit gently at my clit. I squealed in ecstasy, the pain and the pleasure a wondrous combination. It seemed to roll and tumble on, raking through my body. My heart beat ferociously as the orgasm ripped through me.

His mouth lifted and I panted and gasped, reached down and touched my sopping pussy and my tender, swollen clit as I looked up at his shiny face.

“Was that good?” Rick asked.

“Oh god,” I said in a breathy voice. “I can’t believe we just did that here, with everyone downstairs partying.”

“Huh,” he grunted, rolling on the condom. “Then you’re really going to struggle believing this.”

He moved over me, but instead of settling chest to chest, he turned me on the mattress so my face was pressed down on the sheet.