I Think I Like It

As promised, Gerard was waiting for me in his car, parked in front of the store across the road from school. Trying to look as casual as possible, I slid into the passenger seat and turned, smiling at him. He looked at me for a moment, his face serious, his eyebrows furrowed, like he was examining me. Then, slowly, he reached over and held my face in both of his hands, breathing softly as he pressed his lips gently to mine. My eyelids flickered shut as I kissed him back. His tongue slid lazily over mine, a small whine rising at the back of his throat. I smiled against his lips and pulled away.
“What was that for?” I asked. He didn’t say anything, just smiled softly at me and stroked my cheek with the back of his hand.
“You’re beautiful.” He murmured. I blushed and he smiled, kissing me softly again, before turning his attention back to the steering wheel, and pulling away from the curb.
“So how was your day?” he asked lightly. I raised my eyebrows and chuckled.
“It was fine, thanks. Some douchebag kept sending me dirty messages though.” I said. He laughed.
“Really? How irresponsible. Education is important, you know.” He said, beaming.
“Of course it is.” I said rolling my eyes. He took one hand off of the steering wheel and held my hand.
“It is. I wouldn’t be a teacher if it wasn’t.” he said honestly. I laughed.
“Are you sure it’s not just to pick up guys?” I teased. He smiled.
“Well, yeah, that too.” He said with a wink.
“How was your day?” I asked. He groaned.
“Stressful. I had some of my worst classes today. And, if that wasn’t bad enough, some douchebag kept making me pop a boner during class, so I had to hide behind my desk the whole time.” He said with a sly smile. I smiled and squeezed his hand.
“Did I really?” I asked, beaming. He pressed his lips together and nodded, his eyes focused on the road.
“You always do. I just think about that night…feeling you push into me, filling me up, feeling your hands on my waist, your cum inside me…”
“Jesus, Gerard.” I breathed. He smiled, his teeth catching on his lip.
“See? It’s very easy to get hard over you, Frankie.” He murmured, parking the car. He didn’t live that close to school, but close enough that we had to be careful. He slid out of the car and unlocked the front door, and I followed him a couple of minutes later, just to reduce the likelihood of us being caught together.
Inside the house, he hung my coat up for me and pulled me into his arms. I rested my head against his chest and sighed. He was so soft and warm, his smell almost overpowering me. I could feel his heart beating under my head and smiled. He kissed the top of my head affectionately.
“God, I’ve wanted to hold you all day.” He murmured into my hair. I snuggled deeper into his arms, smiling blissfully.
“You have me now.” I said. He tilted my head up and pressed a warm kiss to my lips.
“I do, don’t I?” he said cocking an eyebrow. The way his voice dropped made me blush, my cock twitching in my jeans. He slid a hand down my chest and cupped me through my jeans, fondling me until I was fully hard. I bit back a moan and ground myself into his hand.
“I have a punishment to give you, remember?” he said darkly. I nodded. He grabbed me roughly by the wrist and led me to the kitchen table.
“Get naked and bend over. I’ll be back in a minute.” He said coldly, before sweeping out of the room. I dropped my clothes to the floor and bent over the table as I was told. The table was cold and felt uncomfortable against my already freezing body. I hadn’t even heard him come back, but suddenly felt his hands grabbing my wrists.
“I’m going to tie you up, and then I’m going to give you your punishment.” He said, binding my wrists behind my back with what felt like a tie.
“If you want me to stop, you will say “end”. I will not stop until you say that, no matter how much you beg and plead. However, as soon as you say that, I will stop straight away.” He said, his voice formal and unfeeling. His hand wrapped around my cock and I moaned until I realized what he was doing.
“Gee, please.” I whined as he slid the cock ring on.
“If you didn’t want it, you shouldn’t have been such a slut.” He said, kissing my shoulder. I felt his hand against my bare ass and whimpered.
“I’m going to hit you as many times as I deem necessary. As I said, you can stop me whenever you want to, but I think you deserve this punishment, so I encourage you to be a good bitch and just take it.” He said in that same cold, businesslike manner.
“If you make too much noise, Frank, I will gag you. In the event that I have to do that, you will let me know that you want to stop by kicking my leg three times, and I’ll stop. Am I understood?” he said. Damn, he was good.
“Yes sir.” I murmured. He stroked a hand once through my hair, and I heard the unmistakable noise of a belt being undone. My eyes widened as I waited for the first hit.
If anyone ever tells you that being spanked doesn’t hurt, they’re lying. The first lash caused me to cry out, unable to stop myself. Gerard ran a hand down where he’d just hit and made a soft, unidentifiable noise, before bringing the belt back down on my skin. Each time he brought the belt down, I cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure. The pain seared through my skin, but the pleasure ran down straight to my cock, hanging heavy and leaking between my legs. With each hit, Gerard’s moans and pants of pure pleasure got louder and heavier.
“So good for me, Frankie. Such a good little bitch, aren’t you?”
“Yes sir.” I panted through the tears streaming down my face.
“Just gonna take your punishment like the slut you are. Look at you; you’re hard as well. Fucking loving this, aren’t you?” he sneered, hitting me again. I cried out and moaned simultaneously. The pain was almost unbearable, but the pleasure was unimaginable. I’d never felt anything like it before. Each time he hit me, I had to stop myself from telling him to stop, because soon after the pain ebbed and died, the pleasure would come roaring through my system. Eventually, though, I began to feel an unpleasant numbness, and a dizziness in my head. I grabbed the table, my fingers digging into the wood.
“S-sir. Please.” I whispered. He took no notice and continued lashing me. I looked over my shoulder and saw him looking at me with a mixture of lust and rage, his red hair falling over his eyes. He was panting and sweating, and my cock throbbed. He hit me again and I buried my face into the table.
“S-stop.” I sobbed. He hesitated for a moment before hitting me again, softer this time. I knew that he wanted to wait for my safeword, but I wasn’t sure that I wanted to give it yet.
“End.” I said weakly wishing I hadn’t almost straight away. He was silent for a few seconds, before reaching forward and untying my wrists and removing my cock ring. I breathed a sigh of relief and tried to stand up, but he stopped me.
“Stay still, honey. You’re bleeding.” He said softly, and left the room. I reached back and touched the tender, sore skin and saw that, sure enough, I was bleeding. I chewed my lip and waited for him to come back. He did, soon enough, and kissed me softly on the forehead.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his eyes filled with concern. I smiled at him.
“Yeah. I just…I don’t know. I needed to stop.” I said, feeling embarrassed. He cupped my cheek and kissed me again.
“Don’t feel bad. It was your first time.” He said, stroking my hair, then kneeling down behind me. I hissed in pain as he cleaned my wounds and rubbed some sort of cream into my skin.
“How’s that?” he asked carefully.
“Better, thanks.” I breathed. He responded by kissing me gently, his mouth brushing over the sore skin.
“I feel like you’ve done this before.” I said, not really wanting to hear the answer, and feeling slightly sick when I felt him smile against my skin. He pressed gentle but urgent kisses to my skin, stopping at the crevice between my cheeks. He was still for a moment, before I felt his tongue slide out, lapping gently at my hole. I gasped and pushed back against him, and he laughed briefly before continuing, using his thumbs to push my cheeks to the side. I’d never had anything like this done to me before, and I couldn’t even describe how it felt.
“I…you don’t have to do that.” I whispered. I couldn’t imagine it was particularly pleasant for him. He moaned.
“Want to, Frankie. You taste so good.” He breathed, moving his tongue rapidly against me.
“Are you sure?” I asked, still uncertain.
“Mmph. Wanted to eat your ass since the first day I met you, sweetheart.” He moaned. I blushed and rested my head on the table, mewling with pleasure.
“Sweetheart?” he said suddenly, stopping.
“Mm?”
“You ever fingered yourself before?” he asked, his voice husky.
“Um. No.” I admitted softly. He stood up and wrapped his arms around my waist, turning me around so I was facing him. He pressed his lips to mine, pulling me into a sloppy, lazy kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue, but surprisingly I wasn’t particularly bothered by it.
“Let me know if this hurts.” He said, picking me up and sitting me on the table. It actually felt good with the cool wood under my sore skin, and I smiled at him. He leaned in and claimed my mouth in another kiss, his hand sliding between my legs.
“C’mon Frankie, spread your legs for me like a good slut.” He sighed. I moaned and opened my legs, and he smirked against my mouth, pressing his first finger inside me. I was immediately grateful that he’d slicked me up first, because even considering that, it still gave a dull burn as it slid in.
“How’s that, baby?” he asked, his breath heavy. I moaned and nodded, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him roughly. He pushed his finger in all the way to the knuckle, and I was already clenching around him, begging him for more.
Without a word, his slipped his second finger inside me, and I cried out in pleasure, my head dropping to his shoulder. He cradled to me with one hand and fucked me with the other.
“Not long until I can fuck you, baby. Like this. I’ll sit you on the table and fuck you like this. You want that?” he asked, the excitement in his voice almost tangible. I moaned and nodded, loving the feeling of his fingers stretching me out, brushing past my prostrate occasionally and making me cry out.
“God, baby. Have you decided where you want to put your dick?” he asked, and I could almost hear the smile in his voice. My breathing was jagged, and I was surprised I could even speak.
“I want to fuck you.” I said hoarsely. He moaned and pulled me closer, sliding his fingers out of me and holding me closer to him.
“That’s my boy, sweetheart.” He murmured. I wrapped my legs around him and he helped me off of the table. It was hard to stand with my ass in so much pain, but I managed.
“Where do you want me?” he asked, resting his forehead against mine.
“On top of me.” I replied, without missing a beat. He grinned. I held his hand and pulled him over to the sofa, pulling him on top of me. I leaned up and kissed him, pushing off his suit jacket and tearing his shirt off, not caring when the buttons popped and fell onto the floor.
“Jesus, Frank.” He laughed. With some maneuvering, we managed to wiggle his pants and boxers off and threw them on the floor with his other discarded clothes. He leaned forward and captured my lips in a kiss, rising up onto his knees.
“Don’t you need to…prep?” I said awkwardly. He grinned.
“Already did, sweetheart.” He murmured and I moaned, imagining him fingering himself open, getting ready for me.
“When?” I asked, heart racing. He smirked.
“Staff toilets, just after I finished texting you.” He said proudly. The thought of him not only touching himself, but doing it in public and because of me was almost too much to handle.
“Fuck, let me…just…” I gasped, unable to form a coherent sentence. He nodded understandingly and sunk down onto my painfully hard cock, moaning lightly as he did. He took a moment to adjust, before he starting rolling his hips up and down, his head falling back, his eyes closed.
“F-Frank.” He stammered, his head coming forward again as he kissed me. I held his hips and helped him as he bounced up and down on me, his breath jagged and heavy. Once again, he was warm and tight, and I was dangerously close to cumming inside him within minutes. I tried to hold off as best I could, but he was so damn hot that it was proving to be a challenge. His eyes squeezed shut as strings of profanities poured out of his beautiful, full lips. In desperation to get him off before me, I grabbed his cock and pumped it in time with me fucking him. He made a loud, guttural moan as he pushed himself harder and faster down onto me.
“Frank, baby. Not gonna last much longer.” He panted, resting his head on my shoulder, I kissed his neck, debating on adding more lovebites to the ones that still hadn’t healed, but deciding against it.
“Please, Gee. Cum for me, baby, please.” I moaned into his ear. Almost as if he’d planned it, his breath stuttered and he cried out as he came, covering both of us. I didn’t care; I was too busy chasing my own orgasm. He lay limp and exhausted against me, but still rolled his hips down onto me.
“Cum inside me, Frankie. Please, I need you to-“ he moaned, but he never got to finish, as I came, digging my fingers into his back and almost screaming his name. I collapsed when I was done, and he fell down against me. I could feel him smiling against my chest, and I stroked his hair softly.

After a few moments of lying there in complete bliss, he reached up and kissed me softly. I laughed and flipped us over so I was on top of him. He smiled adoringly up at me. I looked at his arm and saw the thick, red lines still etched into his porcelain skin. I chewed my lip and traced them with my finger. His breath hitched, but he didn’t say anything as I followed the lines gently.
“Does it hurt?” I asked weakly. He shook his head.
“Not anymore. It’s just a bit itchy.” He said, smiling. I cupped his cheek.
“I love you.” I breathed. It was the first time I’d said it (apart from when I’d been coming down from a mind-blowing orgasm, but I didn’t count that). He didn’t seem surprised, he just kissed me gently.
“And I love you.” He said softly.
“I only ever wanna do what’s best for us. You know that, right?” I asked sheepishly. His smile turned sad.
“I do. I just don’t want to lose you. I can’t bear to watch him touching you, like you’re his.” He sighed. I held his chin, forcing him to look into my eyes.
“I’m yours.” I said simply.
“Do you like him? You know. Like that?” he asked.
“Not even a little bit.” I lied, feeling my heart sink at the look of relief that passed over his features. He pulled me down, so my head was resting on his chest and chuckled.
“Let’s just sleep, okay, Frankie? Let’s just fall asleep.” He said sleepily. I kissed the base of his throat.
“M’kay.” I yawned. He chuckled and I looked up to see him staring at me.
“What?” I asked, a small smile creeping over my face. He shook his head, smiling.
“I’m so in love with you.” He breathed, holding me tightly to him, like he never wanted to let go.

Notes

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