“F-fuck… oh, I’m a very, very slow learner,” Roger said, his voice shaking. “So very slow. I really wanna be good, I swear. Please.”
“You need some more, don’t you?” Mickey watched him writhe, a deep ache in his loins from knowing he could do almost anything right now, and Roger would take it and beg for another helping. ”You’ve been such a naughty little slut, and you need to be punished again, don’t you?”
“Yes, master. Please!”
Mickey spanked him, a flurry of fierce smacks in rapid succession, each tearing a loud moan from Roger’s lips. Mickey couldn’t believe how easy it was to get caught up in this, and he wanted to make Roger pay for all of his offenses. He had to punish him for that foul mouth, his rampant disobedience, and only then would Roger be good enough to have Mickey’s cock.
Roger was limp, totally pliant, and he mewled softly. He was so quiet now, lured into some distant fog by Mickey’s strong hand, and Mickey thought he looked especially beautiful like this. From his naked ass covered in bright handprints to his half-lidded gaze, he was an absolute vision.
Mickey rubbed the welts he’d left on Roger’s ass, his fingers soon sliding between his cheeks and teasing over his hole. He was surprised to find him wet and dared to slip a finger in. “You fuckin’ prepped?”
“I was very optimistic when I realized it was you here, master.” Roger dropped his head and stretched his legs with a deep sigh. “You know. Be prepared. Boy Scout stuff.”
“You stupid slut.”
“You gonna fuck me now, master?” Roger arched his hips up. “I was good, wasn’t I?”
“Mmm, I suppose.”
“Remember, your Pop-pops is out there waiting. Better hurry before someone sees us.”
“God, I hate you.”
“Oh, yeah? Show me how much, master.”
Mickey fumbled for the last condom in his wallet, telling himself this was a sign that this was definitely going to be the last time. He was gonna stay away from Roger, and he could resist whatever this bizarre attraction was burning like a raging gasoline fire between them.
He let go of Roger’s arm so he could spread his reddened cheeks, lining himself up and pushing right in. He watched Roger’s hole stretch and swallow him up smoothly, closing his eyes to savor the snug heat wrapping around him.
Last fuckin’ time.
He immediately fucked Roger fast and rough, pounding through any resistance. He pushed in deep, circling his hips wide to make Roger squirm before starting right up again.
“Fuck, yes! Come on, master! Fuckin’ get it! Fuck! Fuck me!” Roger braced himself against the desk, grunting from the force of Mickey’s slams.
Mickey smacked Roger’s ass, chuckling breathlessly when he clenched down on him impossibly tighter. “Oh, yeah. Fuck, just like that.” He spanked him again, savoring the squeeze. “Yeah, just like that.”
Roger was slowly being pushed up onto the desk, and he scrambled to keep his feet on the floor. “Ah, shit! Mmm, come on! Come the fuck—”
Slapping his hand over Roger’s mouth, Mickey pulled Roger back on his dick and fucked him harder. He forced his spine to arch, his other hand grabbing Roger’s hip and holding him right where he wanted him. Roger felt even fucking tighter, and his muffled cries sparked a new flurry of shivers down Mickey’s spine.
Though there wasn’t as much of a chance getting caught here like at the club, Mickey was still on edge knowing someone could walk in at any moment. Hell, all they would have to do is walk by the window, and they would see Mickey fucking Roger within an inch of his life.
That thought fueled every merciless thrust, and Mickey was getting close. His stomach muscles were tight, his thighs and back flexing hard as he moved. The pleasure was soon coming over him in waves, faster and faster, and his heart was pounding in his ears until it became a fantastic roar.
He gasped when Roger clenched around his dick, rhythmic and strong, and he knew he was coming. He grabbed Roger’s hair and pulled, snarling, “Did I tell you that you could come? Did I? Huh?”
“No, master,” Roger moaned, grinding back on Mickey’s cock. “Felt too good… fuck, it was just too fuckin’ good! Mmmm, I couldn’t stop!”
Mickey pulled out, ripping off the condom and jerking his dick fast. “Dumb slut. You can’t even follow simple fucking directions. Mm, fuck!” He growled as he came, pulsing his load all over Roger’s ass. He teased his bare cock between his cheeks, groaning low as he watched his cum dribble over Roger’s hole.
“Mmm… fuck… I’m sorry, master.” Roger did not sound sorry at all. He was definitely smiling.
“Yeah, I bet.” Mickey took a deep breath, tucking himself away and enjoying the warm buzz of his afterglow. Quickie or not, Roger was still an incredible lay, and bossing him around was as amazing as it had been before. He certainly owed Roger a punishment for coming without permission, but they didn’t have time for that.
And there wasn’t going to be a next time.
“God, I love your dick.” Roger grinned happily, flopping against the desk with one last moan. “Fuck.”
