His smile was radiant. “But how will you restrain me?”
“Oh, I’m quite creative.” I’d proven that much in his office.
He toyed his bottom lip between his teeth while reaching over to grab what he’d tossed onto the bed, holding up the bottle of lube first. “You want me to do the honors?”
“Nope.” I snatched it from his hand instantly. “You’re going to behave yourself. I’m in control, remember?”
“He said as the one being sat on.”
Satisfaction rolled through me the second my hard slap against his thigh drew out a surprised gasp. He quickly leaned forward, both hands finding their way to rest on either side of my head while propping his ass up in the air for me.
“Good boy,” I teased.
All jokes aside, he really was. One might sayperfect, in fact.
Who in their right mind would argue otherwise?
He buried his face against my neck the moment I snapped the bottle open and drizzled some of it all over my fingers, coating them generously. Tossing the bottle next to me again, I reached around to find that perfect little hole of his, already waiting to bear down on my fingers the second I ghosted over it.
Spearing two fingers into him, I worked him until he was breathing hard against my neck, using each panted breath to guide me toward exactly where I wanted and soon finding it,reveling in the moment he choked around another moan. I brushed over that sensitive spot a few times, driving him into shoving back onto my fingers, and feeding him another digit to open him up. My dick ached to replace them all.
Watching him fuck himself like this was hot and almost just enough to get me off without actually having to wrap a hand around myself at all.
“Need it...” he whispered so sweetly in my ear.
“Sit back.”
In seconds, he was pushing away from me to follow my direction. His hole tightened as my fingers retreated, a small shove of his hips catching the digits for a few seconds longer while he struggled with letting them go.
Already dick-drunk and I hadn’t even begun to fuck him yet.
I gave his ass a hard swat and then reached up to twist one of his nipples between my knuckles. “So greedy. Aren’t you supposed to be behaving?”
His back arched. “Want.”
Amusement flitted through me. “Impatient thing, aren’t you.”
He nodded quickly, eyes slowly growing hazy with lust. They tracked me as I swiped the condom up off the bed, teething it to rip the wrapper open and spitting out the piece left behind tucked between my lips. I kept a tight hold of his nipple to prevent him from moving again, a light sheen of sweat breaking out across his chest, giving him a slight glow.
“That’s it,” I murmured the moment he lifted himself up for me. Just enough to give me room to fit the condom over my tip.
A little tricky to roll it down with only one hand, but I soon had myself covered and ready to sink into what was hovering right over me. Gripping myself around the base, I lined up against him, precum already whiting the inside of the condom.
Honestly, I’d be lucky to get two strokes in before I blew. He was too hot not to let myself get carried away, especially with him riding me.
We’d have to do this slow, though. Not just to keep my raging hard on from blowing this all too soon, but to prevent me from hurting him in the process. The last thing I wanted was for him to walk away with from this hurting.
He slapped a hand down against my chest, almost as if to prevent me from sliding past that tight ring and getting myself right where I wanted. I froze on instinct, not at all expecting him to slam down onto me until his ass clapped against my hips. My dick spasmed inside of him, practically suffocating from how hard he tightened around it.
He winced visibly, pain causing his body to stiffen.
“Blake—”Holyfuck.
“So big,” he moaned, rocking slightly.
I forgot I was dealing with a fucking masochist.
“You’re going to make yourself bleed.”
