No problem.
“Get up,” I commanded. Seb stood slowly, wiping his mouth as he waited for instruction. Fuck, I liked this. I could get used to this, I mused, leaning in to lick his lips. “Mmm. I can taste myself on you. Bend over the desk. I want you half-dressed when I fuck that pretty ass.”
Seb shivered but didn’t hesitate to obey. He spread his legs as wide as possible and propped himself on his elbows, then turned to look at me over his shoulder. “We have twenty minutes till my conference call.”
I reached for the lube and poured some on my palm. “I can work with that. Now spread for me. Good. Just like that.”
He grunted, wiggling his hips when I traced a digit along his crease, massaging his entrance.
“I don’t need you to be gentle. Just do it.”
“Tsk, tsk. We’re doin’ this my way, Mr. Rourke. Let me see that hole.” I smacked his left ass cheek and stepped aside to appreciate the view.
Fuck me, he was magnificent…lean and muscular and confident in his sexuality. He knew how hot he looked bent over his desk, his designer duds around his ankles, and his shirt hiked over his back. The fact that this was his office—no, his kingdom…made this even hotter. Sure, he was still in control, topping from the bottom. But I wanted him to give me the reins and beg me to take over. I wanted him so needy he couldn’t see straight.
I set my thumb over his hole, smiling when he clenched his ass. I added more lube—’cause in my mind, you really could never have too much—and tapped. Not too hard. Just enough to send a spark of awareness through him. I did it again…tapping, then sliding my slicked digit over his opening. Tap, slide, tap, slide. At the next pass, I slipped my finger inside.
Seb moaned, dropping his head as he reached for his cock. “Oh, fuck.”
I stroked myself while I slid my finger in and out. He wiggled under my hand, searching for more friction and getting frustrated when I teased him with a lighter touch. I finally added a second digit, crooking slightly to massage his prostate. He liked that. His hand flew over his cock. A little too fast.
I stilled my movement and leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Let go of your cock.”
He turned his head sideways. “What? Why?”
“Because I said so.”
I didn’t think he’d do it. He stared at me for a long moment in a kind of challenge. I lifted a brow, holding his gaze as I finger-fucked him in earnest. He inhaled sharply and braced himself on both hands, letting me take over completely. I set my free hand on his neck and held him still, loving the way he arched. His proud cock swayed from side to side as I stretched him.
“Give me another one. I can take it,” Seb rasped.
I squeezed a third finger in, praising him as if he’d completed a marathon or something. “Good job. That’s it.”
My balls were tight and my dick leaked precum against his upper thigh. I loved the idea of him wearing me on his skin. Some part of me he wouldn’t know to wash off right away. Mmm, that was sexy.
“Oh, my God. You’ve got to fuck me now.”
I couldn’t tell if I took pity on him or me. All I knew was, I had to have him.
I pulled my fingers out, tore open the condom wrapper, and rolled it on. I lined my cock at his hole and pushed. I’d done a good job preparing him if I did say so myself. I inched my way inside, pausing when I was fully buried in his ass. I rocked my hips a few times, nice and easy.
But Seb didn’t want nice and easy. I knew without him saying so that he wanted it rough. He wanted to feel me all damn day and into tomorrow. I could do that. I doubled my tempo, grasping his hips for leverage as I thrust, harder and faster. I rode him in a kind of blind fury, dizzy with sensation. It was all encompassing. His tight hole, his muffled grunts, and the steady thump of our bodies colliding. The clank of my belt buckle getting louder and louder as I pumped into my lover relentlessly.
A wall of sound echoed in my ears like a warning bell. Which was probably when the first tingle skittered along my spine. I reached around to grip his thick cock, stroking him in time with my faulty rhythm. I wasn’t gonna last. I had to let him come first or—
Seb growled under me, squeezing my dick in a viselike grip as he came, shooting jizz over his fingers and onto his desk. I was pretty sure he got cum on that fancy Hollywood book, but I didn’t care and I couldn’t see clearly anyway. My vision blurred as a tidal wave of pleasure slammed into me.