4
THEO
I’D ALWAYS HAD my suspicions about Shep. Anyone wound that tight was bound to explode at some point, which had made me curious what that meant for his sex life. Was he a dom who needed to exert control over his partners? Did he prefer letting someone else take charge for once? He was too damn attractivenotto have a rotating list of men eager to get between the sheets with him, but the way he was railing me with abandon told me it’d been way too long since he’d taken his frustrations out on a willing body.
That would’ve been a damn shame—if it wasn’t my ass he was pounding into.
Fuck yes, I needed this, the rough way he slid his fist up and down my dick, how he wasn’t giving me an inch of breathing room with my face pushed up against the wall, the raw burn from his shoving inside me with furious exasperation. I’d be feeling Shep all day, and that was exactly the distraction I needed from the royal circus.
Bracing myself against the wall, I smirked at his words, because he wasn’t lying: Shep reallydidfuck like an animal.
“Damn, Shep. I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“Fuck you.”
“Mmm, yeah, you are. Fucking me real good?—”
Before I could say any more, he thrust inside me, hitting my prostate with such force that he knocked the breath out of me. He held me there, pinned to the wall, rocking against my P-spot as his fingers circled the head of my dick and squeezed.
Holy shit.The feeling was so intense I almost blacked out, and then his savage chuckle echoed in my ear.
“Too much for the prince? Want me to be more polite?”
I managed to suck in some air as the edges of my vision came back. “Hell no. Do it again.”
If he really wanted to torture me, he would do the exact opposite of what I asked, but thank fuck neither of us were thinking clearly right now, because he nailed that spot again and I couldn’t help my string of curses.
I should probably be more mindful of where we were—a church.
And who might be listening—the big guyorfamily members.
Both would be equally offended by my litany of curse words. But Shep? Well, turned out he fucked like a god.
I squeezed my eyes shut, and when his fist tightened around me and he tunneled inside again, I lost what little hold I had left on my control.
I shoved back on the thick cock penetrating me, as Shep pressed his lips against my neck to muffle his shout. It seemed he’d reached his limit too, and when the hot rush of his cum exploded and filled my ass, any remaining restraint vanished.
My dick jerked in Shep’s strong hand, and as he milked me dry, every single reason this was a bad idea came flooding back into my sex-addled brain.
We worked together.
He was the most uptight asshole I knew.
He was one of the most famous people in the world.
And—this was probably the most important reason, the one likely to get me killed—he was my boss’s ex.
Shepard Winchester the third was the last man on the planet I should’ve let fuck me.
But man had he fucked me good.
“Get dressed.”
Jesus. The uptight ass couldn’t even enjoy an orgasm without all his responsibilities reminding him that hot sex in a church alcove hadn’t been on his schedule today.
“I will, when I’m able to move again. In case you missed it, you just tried to split me in half.”
“Clearly I didn’t succeed, since you’re still able to talk.”
