Free Calling the Shots by Christine D'Abo Page B

hairs. She was staring down, her hands clenching at her sides as Josh continued to massage the firm muscle.
    “Have you ever spanked anyone?” Josh kept his voice low, soothing, so as to not scare either of them.
    “No.” She swallowed hard. “Will I hurt him?”
    Oliver groaned. “I think that’s part of the point.”
    Josh grinned and kept his gaze on Beth as he released Oliver only long enough to land a hard smack against his cheek. Oliver gasped.
    “You won’t do any lasting damage to him, though it’s good to be concerned for his safety.” Taking her by the wrist, Josh placed her palm where Oliver’s skin now pinked. “He’s warm.”
    He pulled back to give Beth room to explore. Oliver held amazingly still. Josh didn’t think he’d be able to be as patient if their roles were reversed. Oliver’s cock was hanging heavy between his thighs, practically screaming for someone to reach out and touch it.
    Josh would. But not yet.
    Beth began to knead both globes of Oliver’s ass. Her thumbs brushed the crease, but didn’t go further. Her eyes fully dilated, she cocked her head, waiting for Josh to tell her what to do next.
    “Stand up a bit. Hold his hip with one hand, to brace yourself. If you lose your balance you both might get hurt. Start with a light slap. Aim for the center of one cheek.”
    Beth took a deep breath and let her hand fly. The slap of skin on skin echoed in the room, and the three of them seemed to exhale as one.
    “Perfect,” Josh whispered. “Do it again.”
    She closed her eyes for a moment, and slapped him harder. Oliver’s head dropped forward and he widened his stance. The shift opened him up more, giving Josh a perfect view.
    “He likes that.” Josh shifted his position so he could lean into Oliver’s field of vision. “Don’t you?”
    “Yes.” The word came out half hiss, half sigh.
    Josh grabbed him by the chin, lifting his face to force the young man to look him in the eye. “What’s that?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    Fuck. Josh pressed down hard on his cock to keep from coming. “Beth, keep spanking him. Different spots, different timings. Keep him guessing. Try and go harder if you’re able.”
    He waited until she landed her next blow before he leaned in and sucked on Oliver’s bottom lip. There was something sweet about having someone give up control, letting Josh direct them to places they wouldn’t go on their own. Oliver shook as Josh deepened the kiss, running his tongue across teeth and tongue to search out the places to elicit a reaction. He didn’t let up until his lungs screamed for air. He’d happily black out if he could lose himself in these two.
    Keeping his gaze fixed on Oliver, he reached over and slid his hand up the inside of Beth’s thigh. Moisture from her pussy had soaked her panties. Dipping his finger beneath the lace edge, he teased the bare flesh beneath.
    He couldn’t stop his moan at the glorious feeling. “Fuck, you should feel her. Her pussy is bald and she’s so wet you could drink her down.” He pressed his finger deep into her cunt as she landed another spank on Oliver.
    “Christ, Josh.” Beth cried out, thrusting her hips down on him. “Killing me.”
    “I want to taste her.” Oliver’s voice shook as much as his body. “Please, Josh, let me.”
    Josh pumped his hand into Beth hard, curling his fingers to soak them as much as possible. Beth’s pants and Oliver’s soft begging filled Josh’s every sense. He wanted more.
    The wetness clung to his fingers as he pulled free from Beth. “Keep spanking him. He needs more.” She didn’t have the strength or technique yet to make a lasting sting. He’d work on that with her.
    Oliver’s mouth opened, eager for a taste, before Josh even pressed his fingers to his lips. The suction against his digits promised Josh that a stellar blow job was in his future. Oliver swirled his tongue to capture every drop of Beth’s juices.
    It was almost too much. Pulling his hand free, Josh