He obeys, and I enter him from behind. He’s kneeling before the headboard, his hand pressed against it. I wrap an arm around him and place my hand against his taut torso. He arches his back, revealing all those defined lines in his back, all those lines that are amplified by the shadows the light from outside casts across it.
“You feel so good,” he mutters.
He leans back and raises his arm, wrapping it behind him and gripping onto the back of my head and pulling me close to him. He turns and greets my mouth with his. His kiss is like a fucking firework as our bodies press together. I cling to his firm torso, appreciating how beautiful his body is.
I offer powerful thrusts, forcing him to break our kisses and return his hand to the wall as he matches my movements his own push back.
Apparently, being a relationship-guy hasn’t hurt him in the fucking department.
He glances over his shoulder to make eye contact, but still scrunching up his face.
As I speed up, he grinds his teeth together.
“God, how do people take that big cock?” he asks.
“You don’t seem to be having too much trouble.”
I stroke my right hand on his ass cheek.
I lean down and reposition my arms around his chest under his arms. I thrust some more, and he turns his head to face the window, throwing his head back.
His body tenses up.
“That’s more like it,” I say.
“Oh, Mikey,” he mutters, and it’s him saying my name that gets me even more worked up—that has this powerful surge of energy rushing to my pelvis.
As good as it feels, it isn’t enough for me. I don’t just want to take Scott; I want to dominate him.
I pull out.
“Turn to me,” I instruct. “And put your arms around my neck.”
He does. I grip onto his thighs and hoist him into the air.
His lips curl as he smiles. He presses them together because I can tell he’s about to burst into laughter.
I step off the bed, moving slowly and carefully as I carry him.
“What are you doing?” he asks as I make my way across his room.
He glances back, and as he sees his desk, he must realize what I’m plotting.
He looks back at me, his eyes filled with desire and excitement. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you, Mikey?”
I lift his laptop and move it to the side of the desk and push some of his papers and pens to the side. Then I set his ass on the desktop. He releases me and lets his arms fall, pressing his palms down on either side of him.
He gazes at me, and I can tell he’s a little nervous.
“What?” I ask. “Never fucked on this desk before?”
“No.”
“Well, I guess you gave me a first, so I should give you one, too.”
This fun, frisky experience makes me feel like it’s a shame I’m spending such little time here.
I push back into him. He bites down on his lip in a way that makes me even harder than I already am. As I start to thrust, the metal handles on the desk rattle against the wooden drawers.
