Every Shade by Nora Phoenix

13

Smack!

The snowball splatted against the back of Matthew’s head, then slid down into the collar of his winter jacket. God, that was cold. He shivered. That little shit.

He spun around. “Who did that?”

Across the yard, Jace stood, looking shocked as if he hadn’t expected to hit him. Well, neither had Matthew, so that made two of them.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he bellowed. Good thing he didn’t have any close neighbors because they would no doubt have had an opinion on what they were doing.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Wilson,” Jace shouted back, managing to look almost contrite.

“I’ve warned you what would happen if you bothered me again, didn’t I?” Matthew said as he stalked toward him, closing the distance between them fast.

“Yes, Mr. Wilson.”

Jace’s eyes burned hot, and Matthew was sure his own face reflected that same arousal. “Then you know what’s gonna happen.”

“You’re gonna punish me?”

Matthew suppressed a smile, loving that Jace hadn’t quite succeeded in keeping the eagerness out of his voice. Jace was into this as much as he was.

“Yes, young man. Now follow me.”

He grabbed Jace by the arm and pulled him inside. Once they were in the mudroom, he kicked off his winter boots and shrugged of his winter jacket, shivering when the snow Jace had slung at him dripped underneath his sweater. Dammit, that was cold. He yanked Jace toward him and stripped him off his winter jacket as well. He’d already removed his boots. Good boy.

With a firm hand wrapped around Jace’s wrist, he dragged him toward his study, where he had the perfect chair for doling out his punishment. He plopped down in the chair, letting go of Jace’s wrist. “Drop your pants, young man. You’re about to feel the results of your pranks on your bare ass.”

“But, Mr. Wilson, I didn’t mean to hit you…”

“Drop. Your. Pants.”

Jace trembled as his hands went to his jeans, and he unbuttoned them slowly. He shimmied out of them, the pants pooling at his feet. The look he gave Matthew was the perfect mix of innocent and seductive.

“Underwear too.”

“That’s inappropriate, Mr. Wilson.”

“Do I look like I care? I’ve warned you enough. Bare that ass. You’ll feel the force of my displeasure, kid.”

Oh, the look Jace shot him as he pushed his ass back and slowly, oh-so fucking slowly, pulled down his underwear, revealing that peachy ass. Matthew had fucked it, licked it, bitten it, rimmed it until Jace had begged for relief, and still he hadn’t had enough of it.

Matthew patted his thighs, his cock like iron in his pants. “Over my knee, kid.”

Jace obeyed, but his eyes sparkled. “You’re being mean, Mr. Wilson.”

Matthew waited until Jace had settled. They’d done one spanking before—a principal and schoolboy scenario—but he’d kept it light then, unsure what Jace could take. He longed to push him a bit further.

He forced Jace’s neck down with one hand, bringing his other immediately down with a firm slap. Oh, how pretty his handprint looked on that creamy skin. He’d never been a sadist, not even close, but he understood where the desire to mark someone came from. Seeing his handprint on Jace’s ass got him so fucking hard.

“Ow! That hurts, Mr. Wilson!”

“That’s the whole point,” he growled and slapped him again. One, two, three, four strikes and then he waited, giving Jace the chance to recover. He trembled on his lap, his skin hot as Matthew rubbed his ass cheeks.

“Mr. Wilson…” he half wailed. “It really hurts. What do I need to do to make it stop?”

Ah, his smart, sexy Jace, ready to bargain his way out of this. “I don’t know, boy. What do you think you could offer me?”

Jace raised his head, his eyes suspiciously moist. Had they teared up from the spanking? It was all kinds of wrong, but Matthew really liked that idea. Jace bit his lip, pretending to be innocent. “I don’t know, Mr. Wilson. Can’t you think of anything else you’d want to do to my poor bottom?”

To underscore he knew exactly what he was doing, Jace’s hand traveled to Matthew’s straining cock, trapped behind his underwear and jeans. Matthew fought with himself for one, two seconds, then surrendered to the inevitable.

“You devious little shit,” he said with a sigh as he hoisted Jace off his lap. Within seconds, he’d unzipped his jeans, dragged them down along with his underwear, and had kicked them off. He spread his legs. “On my cock, you dirty boy.”

Jace grinned deviously as he climbed back onto his lap, and Matthew sank inside him in one easy thrust. Of course Jace had prepped. Smart ass. But how could Matthew get upset with him when the result was what they both craved? Matthew balls deep inside him and the two of them bringing each other to a roaring climax.

He kissed him as he fucked him, first fast and furious, but then slowing down. He wasn’t in a hurry, not anymore. He had been initially, feeling like he had to get out of their affair what he needed before it was over. But Jace had been here for four weeks now, and neither of them had mentioned him leaving. The thought alone made Matthew cold inside.

He nibbled on Jace’s bottom lip as he pulled him down onto his cock until he was buried inside him. And suddenly the words came, words he’d never thought he’d ever utter again. “I love you. Stay. Stay forever.”

Jace’s smile was blinding. “I’d love to…because I love you too.”

Matthew kissed him, his heart so full it felt like it would burst. “I think I’ve found the role I want you to play more than anything else.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmm. The role of my boyfriend.”

Jace leaned his forehead against Matthew’s. “Does it come with good benefits?”

“The very best there are.”

“Okay. In that case, I accept.”

And what had begun as sexy play became sensual lovemaking, Jace riding him until they came at the same time, their gasps mingling in a passionate kiss that lasted forever.