“Okay, Ren,” I said, squeezing his hips. “I’ve got you.”
With that, I thrust hard, all the way to the hilt.
He dropped his head forward and moaned, chanting, “Yes, yes,yes.”
I drew back and pushed in again, and he rocked back to meet me, taking me even deeper. He whimpered as I pressed the thick root inside him, but he kept up the pace.
“Toe out of your shoes. These jeans are in my way,” I said gruffly.
He whined but followed my instructions. Still buried in him, I nudged his jeans and underwear down until they fell around his ankles.
“Step out of them.”
When he complied, my mind boggled. He was bent over my desk, impaled on me, and I couldn’t fathom how this had happened.
I wasn’t the longest guy out there, but I was pretty fucking thick, and his pale hole stretched around me perfectly. I was practically splitting him in two, and he was hunching back on me and begging for more.
He was tight and so goddamned small.
Using my knee, I nudged his legs farther apart, then lifted him by his hips, digging my fingers in as I thrust forward. He was up on his toes, and I held his weight on my fingertips. He’d have bruises at the end of this, but it seemed like maybe he needed them. He whispered “Yes” with each deep stroke and moaned each time I drew back.
I’d had plenty of experience with smaller men. I knew how to make them feel well fucked without hurting them, which was good, because I couldn’t give Ren pain. I just couldn’t.
I knew how to pleasure him, though, so I set about making this the best experience possible. I lifted him higher until I was wheelbarrowing him, his forearms squeaking across the wood grain.
That sense ofso wrong it’s rightgripped my balls. As I thrust into him, I reminded myself that he’d been married to my shop teacher, and that made me even harder.
I used my booted foot to pull my office chair closer, then pulled Ren up so that his back flattened against my chest. I wrapped my free arm around him, thrusting as deeply as I could. Using the toe of my boot, I set the brake on the chair and pivoted, droppinginto it and bringing Ren down on top of me with athump. He let out a horny whine, followed by another “Yes.”
“Grab your cock,” I whispered in his ear. The visual of him circling his slim fingers around his elegant shaft drove me out of my mind. I reached for the lube, dripping some onto his fist as I set my feet firmly on the floor. “Jack off for me,” I ordered as I thrust up.
Keeping my grip on him firm, I rocked his hips down against my groin, digging into his prostate. I longed to whisper filthy things in his ear, but this felt like a delicate moment, so I satisfied myself with his harsh breaths and my deep grunts filling the air.
I released one of his hips so I could wrap my hand around the hand he was using to stroke himself, increasing the pressure even as I felt him tighten around my dick, still buried deep inside him. Letting go of his other hip, I cradled his delicate sac, gently massaging it.
His body jerked as he went over, arching against me, cum spurting and dribbling down our knuckles. The emotional context didn’t detract from the physical pleasure of his tightness around me, and I let the sensations drag me past the point of no return, coming right after him, harder than I had in recent memory.
We sprawled out on the chair, and he let his head fall back to my chest. We inhaled and exhaled in tandem until his chest began to hitch.
Oh, poor sweet man.
He sniffled, and I wrapped my arms around him, rocking in and out of him gently as he brought his hands to his face and wept. I rested my palm over his heart.
Eventually the tears subsided, and he whispered a broken “Thank you.”
“Anytime you need me, just ask.”
“I suspect this should do the trick,” he said, humor and sadness entwined in his tone. “Honestly, I’d rather we never mention this again.”
That hurt, but it was completely understandable. “Of course,” I said, keeping my tone even.
He carefully extricated himself from me, avoiding eye contact as he dressed. Once we were both fully clothed, he let me hug him for a long moment before we left the office. When I turned to lock the door, though, he kept going. By the time I was finished, he was starting his truck. His eyes reached mine, just for a second, and he sent me a wave as he backed out of the parking space.
I realized belatedly that he’d left his jar of preserves on the side table. Maybe I’d drop them off tomorrow.
CHAPTER 4
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