Moving to his left nipple, I repeat the treatment I gave the right, until I feel his hands on my head, urging me not to stop, holding me there. When I lift my head, he moans.
The kind of moan that makes me achingly hardand has me dripping all over both of us.
I cage him with my body, my hands planted on the mattress on either side of him. “Tell me what you want, boy.”
He spreads his legs and wraps them around my legs. “I wantyou, Sir.”
My hands tremble when I reach for the lube and a condom from where I left them on the nightstand. I push his legs apart, knees up toward his shoulders, giving me access.
He’s probably ready but I’m not going to risk hurting him. I lube two fingers and press for entrance. It doesn’t take long before I’m easily sliding them into him and slowly finger-fucking him.
“How often does she fuck you like that?” I ask.
Kind of mean to make the boy think right now, sure, but I want to know.
“When she feels like it, Sir. She usually makes me come while doing that, but sheusually fucks me after I’ve made her come. Unless she lets me fuck her and come like that.”
Hmm.
“How often doesthathappen?” I ask.
“Not often enough,” he mutters, and I sense a weakness there I can exploit.
I lean in and kiss him. “Sir has a very different philosophy when it comes to orgasms,” I tell him. Removing my fingers from his ass, I add more lube and a third finger, reveling inthe moansthatgets me when I once again penetrate him.
“Thank you, Sir,” he gasps.
I’m not waiting any longer. He can take me. I wipe my hand, roll the condom on, lube, and settle into position. This time, I put his ankles on my shoulders and lean in to kiss him as I press forward.
The feel of his hands roaming my back and shoulders as I slowly fill him makes me shiver and nearly makes mecome. I pause, kissing him and relishing this moment.
My world has flipped on its axis, but I’m quickly adapting. I’d never considered an option like this before because…
Well, I justhadn’t.
Except any other man would be difficult for me to date and fuck, considering my current job title, even if I was attracted to them.
Which I never have been before.
This was a perfect storm, a categoryfour, Hurricane Casey.
Here’s hoping we don’t all crash on the rocks.
Once my thighs are pressed against his body, I suck in a deep breath as I realize for the second time in just the space of a couple of hours, I’ve claimed this man.
A man who, as of a few hours ago, was only my friend and a key staffer.
Now he’s my air, my blood.
Sir and the sadist both step aside for a few minutes whileI make love to Declan. I playfully nip and nuzzle his lips as I slowly thrust, his hard cock rubbing between us. I lower his legs, wrapping them around my waist so he can move with me.
I wantusto do thistogether—I don’t want to just do ittohim.
That can come later.
Brown eyes stare up at me, hands reach for me, and I let my body speak to his. When I hear his breath catch after I changeangles I smile and keep that up. His cock is firmly wedged between our bodies like this. With every stroke I feel it growing slicker between us as he’s leaking, while my cock slides over his sweet spot and milks it from him.
I capture one hand, and the other, kiss them, and hold them over his head, our fingers entwined. “Can you come for me like this, baby?”
