Free Striped by Abigail Barnette Page B

groaned to Sean.
    “But not until you get the punishment you asked for,” Mitchell said, stepping back to deliver another series of sharp spanks. Sean rocked into each blow, still sucking Jason as Mitchell’s hand left sharp, tender places all over his ass, but still, he wanted more.
    “It’s not enough,” Sean complained as another stinging slap rained down on his backside.
    “I told you, I don’t have anything with me,” Mitchell reminded him.
    “My belt. Over there. Please,” was all Sean managed to get out through his clenched teeth. He needed this, and badly.
    Mitchell made a low whistle. “Are you sure?”
    “Please,” Sean begged, fingers digging into Jason’s ass as he clung to him. Jason reached down and pushed his cock back into Sean’s mouth, and Sean almost choked as Jason pushed the length of it into his throat, slowly fucking him.
    Behind him, Sean heard Mitchell lifting up the jeans and disentangling the leather belt from its loops. There was a long, terrible silence, broken only by the sound of Mitchell testing the crack of the leather against itself.
    Then, the first blow landed.
    Sean squeezed his eyes shut, concentrating on the cock in his mouth. His tongue, trapped beneath Jason’s thick shaft, could do little more than writhe in a futile attempt to pleasure him, but Sean tried anyway. He flexed his throat, swallowing to take in all of Jason, right to the very base.
    The leather cracked again, laying a stinging stripe over Sean’s back. He grunted and thrust his hips against the bed.
    “You like that?” Jason asked through panting breaths.
    Sean tried to nod as best as he could, and Jason threaded his fingers through Sean’s hair, close to his scalp. He tugged in a gentle rhythm to match the pace of his cock gliding in and out of Sean’s lips.
    The belt cracked over Sean’s shoulders, then his ass, never landing the same place twice. In the moments between strikes, he dreaded the coming pain, but when he felt it, it was like...
    Coming home.
    Jason had been completely right. Sean couldn’t possibly fake his submission. He needed to want it. Needed to yearn for it, body and soul. He wanted these men, wanted them enough to forsake the wildness of his tiger nature.
    He kept up his rhythm of sucking and flexing with his mouth and tongue, until Jason’s hips rose off the bed and he pulled himself free of Sean’s mouth. He stroked himself as he came, silver-white jets hitting his chest. The sight of Jason’s awesome climax, coupled with the fall of the belt across his back, was enough to send Sean over the edge. He ground his cock against the bed as he came.
    Mitchell tossed the belt aside and joined them on the bed. His fist pumped the length of his cock, and Jason sat up, not bothering to wipe off his chest before leaning over to cover the head with his mouth. Amazed by the speed and intensity Jason displayed, Sean could only watch as Mitchell gave over to the pleasure Jason brought him. When Mitchell came, he opened his mouth to utter a groan that caught in his throat. His body bowed, and the veins stood out against his neck before he fell back.
    The bed creaked as Jason lay across the foot of it. “You know, the bed at our house is way bigger.”
    “I have a lease here,” Sean said quickly.
    “I was just thinking we should head over there for the night,” Jason said with a laugh. “Let’s not go leaping into this.”
    Mitchell reached for the box of kleenex on the night stand. He tossed it to Jason. “There’s nothing wrong with being cautious, Sean. We’re not going to hold that against you.”
    “You’ve got your own thing, I don’t want to screw it up,” Sean said with an apologetic smile.
    “Mitchell and I are very happy. You’re not going to screw us up.” Jason nudged Mitchell’s foot with his own, and the casual touch was the first truly possessive thing Sean had ever seen either of them display. Stranger still, he didn’t feel slighted or threatened by it,