Free Will & Patrick Fight Their Feelings (#4) by Leta Blake, Alice Griffiths Page B

releases Will to breathe again, rubbing his hands over Will’s shoulders and arms. “Good boy.”
    Will shudders. “Say that again?”
    “Good boy.”
    Will slumps forward. Patrick catches and kisses him, delving into his mouth, touching the tender places that make Will whimper and drag Patrick closer. “What do you want now?” Patrick asks.
    “You said…you’d spank me?” Will asks, shaking as the words creak out.
    “Hand or belt?”
    “Oh.” His voice wavers. “Hand?”
    Patrick nuzzles his cheek. “Do you want it to hurt?”
    “Yeah? I mean…” Will takes a breath and tries again with more strength. “Yeah.”
    “Red means stop. Yellow means go slower.”
    “ Green . Green means go.” There’s no hesitation in Will’s voice.
    Excitement and affection buzz through Patrick. “Giddy up.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight
 
    At Patrick’s urging and prodding, Will shucks his underwear and positions himself across Patrick’s lap. Ass up with his cock trapped against Patrick’s boxer-briefs and hairy thighs, he grips a pillow beneath his chest with both hands, and his heart trip-hammers. His knees are bent, tops of his feet against the couch arm, and he restlessly moves them around, feeling the fabric skid across his bony arch.
    He turns his face toward the back of the sofa, blocking out the world that isn’t him and Patrick, right here and right now. Glancing over his shoulder, he sees Patrick’s soft, reassuring smile.
    “Okay?” Patrick asks.
    “I’m ready.”
    Patrick’s hands roam over Will’s exposed ass, squeezing the cheeks and rubbing, spreading him open, but not touching his hole. He sighs and tries to relax, letting Patrick play.
    “Your ass has the perfect jiggle.” Will gasps softly as Patrick’s hand comes down, short and sharp, where his butt meets his thigh.
    “Like that.” Patrick repeats the single spank on his other cheek, and then a volley of slaps fall. “I wanna eat it like pudding.”
    Will murmurs, “I like when you bite it.”
    “Oh, I know you do.” The smirk in Patrick’s voice slips up Will’s spine and he buries his own smile in his clutched sofa pillow. “You like everything I do to you.”
    It’s true. There’s nothing Patrick’s proposed or done that Will hasn’t loved. He loves sex and he loves coming and he’s so grateful that Patrick’s teaching him these things. For a blunder with huge potential consequences, Will’s starting to believe their marriage in Vegas is one of the best mistakes he’s ever made. Once the divorce goes through, he’ll be a new man. Ready and willing to find someone to love and who can love him back. And sex will never be something he feels bad about ever, ever again.
    “You love this, don’t you?”
    “Yes. Please, please make it hurt,” Will says, lifting his ass up and begging.
    “Like this?”
    Wind whistles and Will jumps as Patrick lands a stinging, hard blow. “Yes!”
    “Mmm, dirty boy.” Patrick rubs his smarting cheek and then slaps it hard again, jolting Will’s breath away.
    “That okay? If I’m dirty?”
    “Hell yeah. Love it. Be filthy with me.”
    Will ruts against Patrick’s lap, getting friction on his trapped cock. As Patrick spanks him, the pain sinking in deeper and hotter, swallowing Will’s mind and self-consciousness, another old fantasy rears up. It’s one of his favorites, and he glances over his shoulder at Patrick before letting the words spill out, “Spank me, Professor McCloud. Spank me please.”
    “Professor?”
    “I’m so sorry I turned in that paper late. I’ll do anything for a passing grade.”
    “Jesus Christ, role-play too?” Patrick’s hips buck up beneath Will. His hard cock presses against Will’s hipbone. “You know the punishment for late assignments.”
    Will lifts his ass and Patrick slaps it hard. He jerks and cries out. “I did know, professor.”
    “Next time, you’ll remember to be on time. I will not suffer fools.”
    “I can’t turn it in on