Easton [Belt Buckle Ranch 4] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Olivia Black Page B

back toward the bed. Sitting on the edge, he patted his thighs. “I want you across my lap,” he ordered.
    Easton shuffled his bare feet against the thick carpet as he moved toward Trent. He awkwardly tried to arrange himself over the older man’s lap without Trent’s help. He just sat there until Easton stopped moving. Once he did, Trent placed a hand on Easton’s ass. He shifted, rubbing his cock against Trent’s denim-covered thighs. He bit his bottom lip to hold back a moan.
    “Don’t hold back, baby. I want to hear all the sounds you make. I love the sounds that come out of your mouth when I play with your sexy body.”
    “Okay.” Easton couldn’t believe that Trent was calling him baby . The pet name made him feel as if the man really did care.
    All thoughts fled when Trent started stroking his skin. Back and forth, Trent’s callused hand moved, making Easton’s brain melt. He’d missed the man’s strong hands on his body. He missed it all. Trent took his hand away from Easton’s ass. A second later, the sharp sound of skin against skin filled the air. Easton jerked at the unexpected jolt the spank sent through his body. He barely had time to process before Trent’s hand fell against his other ass cheek.
    He started off slow and Easton knew he wasn’t using all his strength. He alternated from one cheek to the other, the pace and intensity increasing in slow increments.
    Slap! Slap!
    Closing his eyes, Easton dropped his head forward. It hurt, but the pain turned to pleasure. Trent paused for a moment, caressing each cheek, outlining his handprint with his fingertip, before landing a few more smacks.
    Slap! Slap! Slap!
    Easton’s mouth dropped open as he continued to moan and groan out his pleasure.
    The spanks became harder as the man’s hand continued to move against Easton’s ass. Trent found a rhythm—hard, fast, and in rapid succession. Heat danced through his veins, making his cock jerk and twitch. Easton rocked his hips, trying to push back into each set of spanks that fell against his skin. His cock rubbed against Trent’s leg each time he moved, and that only made it more difficult to still himself. The friction against his cock was pure pleasure as heat built on his ass.
    Slap! Slap! Slap!
    The mixture of pain and pleasure was intense and Easton was unable to keep the sounds locked away. He squirmed across Trent’s lap as a series of nonsensical sounds fell from his lips. He lost track of his own movements and words, his focus completely on Trent. The older man was in control, and that was just as it should be. He’d missed Trent and the man’s dominant nature.
    The rhythm Trent set was strong and determined. His strong hand placed spanks over every inch of his ass and the backs of his thighs. He wanted to beg and plead. He needed more. He wanted to come.
    “Please,” he moaned, and the rhythm changed, becoming impossibly faster. He was getting closer, his climax within reach.
    Easton started moving against Trent’s thigh, his cock rubbing against the man’s jeans over and over again. Another spank landed, and Easton cried out. He jerked against Trent’s leg as he came, shouting out the man’s name.
    The only sound that could be heard in the room was Easton’s ragged breathing. He went limp across Trent’s lap. His ass was on fire, but he wouldn’t want it any other way. How strange was is that he felt loved from a spanking?
    A gentle hand glided over Easton’s ass. “You’re so beautiful, baby. I’ve missed you so much. I’ve missed seeing my marks on your soft skin.”
    Easton cleared his throat, swallowing down the emotion that bubbled to the surface. “I missed you, too.”
    “We’re going to make this relationship work. I know that I can be hard headed at times, but I promise that I will never reject you or hurt you again. I’ll be a good husband.”
    Easton sucked in a surprised breath. “Husband?”
    “I’m going to marry you, Easton,” he declared. “Let