I take my damn time and breathe through it, finally finding a nice, slow rhythm that will help me last for a while. This whole time, he’s still holding on to the edges of the desk.
As I settle into my stride, he starts letting out grunts and whines in reply, and from what he’s doing to CaseyI guess she isn’t feeling like talking, either. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room as I fuck him, along with the greedy sounds of him licking and sucking on her.
His ass feels tight and hot, and even through the condom I feel his body grabbing me on every withdrawal, trying to keep me there.
I smack his left ass cheek, hard, squeezing hard with my fingers and digging in.I’m rewarded with an eagerly hungry moan from him that makes me repeat it on the right, then back and forth.
Ooooohhhh,fuckyeah.
His ass is a nice shade of red and covered with handprints when I grab his hips again and grind my cock deep into him. I want to reach down and hold his shoulders for better leverage to plow him, but that might mean incidentally touching Casey and I’m…not ready todo that yet. Not under these circumstances. She could’ve approached me alone in my house and come on to me, and I might have accepted it. She’s the only woman I would have possibly been open to an advance from right now, and maybe not for healthy reasons, either.
But she didn’t.
We can talk later.
For now, I’m enjoying the frantic squirming Declan’s doing between us as he tries to please herand please himselfandplease me, all at the same time.
I think me and Casey come about the same time. She’s quiet, and I don’t know if that’s because of where we are or if it’s her normal orgasm voice, but I’m used to staying quiet for naughty sex at work.
Or, I used to be.
As I slam home and finish with several deep, vicious thrusts, this orgasm, unlike any other over the past two years,nearly takes my knees out.
It feels…familiar.
It feelsgood.
It feels satisfying on a cellular level instead of just emptying my balls in the damn shower. I stand there catching my breath, my arms braced on the desk on either side of him, my cock still planted in his ass.
When I hear Declan’s whining groan, disappointment, I realize Casey’s pulled her feet away. She pushes his head back andpats him before releasing him. “Good boy,” she murmurs.
But before I can second-guess myself, I grab his right arm and haul him up against my body. I cup his throat with my left hand while I find his cock with my right and start stroking.
I tip his head back against my shoulder. He’s about five-ten, and he fits perfectly against me. I keep my eyes on Casey even as I whisper in his ear, “Giveit to me, boy.”
The knowing smirk that quirks her lips screams triumph, and I’m not sure why. But my gaze remains locked with hers while my hand, for the first time in my life, is wrapped around a cock that doesn’t belong to me.
“Come for me, boy,” I whisper in his ear. “Suchagoodboy.” I don’t know what kinks they have between them, but he just got plowed by me, so the least I can do is givethe boy a reach-around in thanks and hopefully not make him feel like a cum dump in the process.
Because…yeah.
Now that my sanity is somewhat restored for a few precious moments, I realize I probably should’ve talked to him first, and I’ll be damned lucky if he doesn’t press charges against me.
Not like sexual harassment, either.
I’m talking sexual assault.
Case sits there, splayed in frontof us, both arms now braced behind her as she watches us together. Her gaze narrows and her smirk widens while my hand strokes his cock. I have no clue how the guy likes it usually, but he’s trying to move with me. Also, his arms reach behind me, holding him pressed against me.
Not trying to get away from me, not pushing me away.
When I lift my head and force my focus off Casey to look him inthe eyes, there’ssomethingthere in his gaze that pulls on my soul and calls to me. Something between need and desperation and wonder.
Before I can consider it—because this is not only a night of firsts for me, but a night of sayingdamn common sense and consequences, full speed ahead—I slant my lips over his in a crushing kiss as I tighten my hand around his throat. That’s when he lifts hisright arm and hooks it around my head to hold me in place as he kisses me back.
A flashback threatens to shove the screaming to the front of my brain, so I kiss him harder, deeper, and anchor myself to him and here and now. My tongue presses into his mouth as our cheeks rasp against each other, mine stubbly, his scruffy mustache and goatee feeling almost soft in contrast.
I slow the hand strokinghis cock, no longer wanting just to get him off.
