Whoever it was at the door finally got the picture and left us alone. Finch’s taste was spilling freely across my tongue, and I knew he was already close. Maybe it was the idea of getting caught that turned the dial up to ten for him, or maybe he was just hot for me. I released him from my mouth only to wrap a hand around his shaft while I looked up at him, jacking his cock into my open mouth. He was close, hips rising up helplessly as he climbed toward his peak—and then I stopped.
“Luca.”
The desperation in his voice stroked my ego. “Not done with you yet,” I murmured, getting from my knees to my feet. His dick quivered against his belly, flushed, glossy with my spit and from the mess of his own trickling slit.
I licked my lips to find the taste of him again, then put out my hand. He took it, chest heaving with arousal, and I yanked him to his feet, turned him around, and shoved him over his own desk, his feet still tangled up in his jeans. Keeping him there with one hand on the back of his neck, I rummaged in his desk drawer with the other hand, until I found what I wanted.
He was bucking his hips, seeking friction but getting only fresh air, and his bouncing ass was such a temptation that I leaned in to bite it on each cheek as I fumbled with the lube cap with one hand. He jerked at each nip, hissing and begging, and when I touched slick fingertips to the knot of his ass, he pushed back impatiently, enveloping two of my fingers before I knew it. He was hot and pulsing inside, smooth as silk, and the sight of his ass opening up for me as I worked him made me feel powerful. Wanted.Needed.
Under my hand and beyond his sweet little ballsack I watched the tip of his dick drooling, spilling over his pants and shoes, painting out a Jackson Pollock on the carpet. When I removed my fingers from him, he whimpered; I leaned over him, pressed my lips to his ear.
“You want my cock in you?”
“Yeah.”
I coated myself with another handful of lube, then gave in to the growing throb in my balls and pressed my tip to his hole. Finch bucked his hips to get me inside him, moaning as I breached him. Another hungry shove from Finch got me deeper in, and then I took over, slow but inexorable, invading him until I was buried to the hilt. I stayed there for a moment, stroking the curve of his back, letting him adjust, but he clamped down on my dick inside him, begging with his body as much as his mouth.
“Luca,fuckme, please…”
My head was buzzing with desire for him. The whole world could have gone to hell right then and I would have let it. I pulled back only to snap forward again, and again, and again, shoving him in increments across the desk, his hands clutching, sliding on papers, palms leaving ghost prints on the sheen of the polished wood of the desktop. I couldn’t hear the music from the club downstairs, but I could hear the beat of it,feelthe bass, a dirty, greasy, sexy throb echoing the pulse in my nuts, driving me into him over and over again.
He was struggling to open his legs wider, to wriggle his jeans down and off, but I paused to kick his feet closer together and mounted him, high, so that he squeezed even tighter around my cock, a velvet vice. I planted my hands on his shoulders, holding his torso down, and let him buck his hips as much as he wanted as I held on for the ride.
He powered on like that longer than I expected, but eventually he collapsed on the desk, still unsatisfied, huffing as he fought to get his breath back. I pulled out of his ass in one slow tug and he flung a hand out, searching blindly for me. When I caught his wrist, he half-peeled his chest up off the desk, twisting his back like a contortionist to send me a challenging glare.
“Don’t tell me you’re donealready.”
“Get up,” I told him fiercely, but I was gentle as I helped him to his shaky feet, and then I stripped him completely. I batted away his hands when he reached for the buttons on my shirt. “No. On the desk. Face up.”
I stepped back to watch as he hoisted himself up on the edge of the desk, noted the slight wince as his ass came down on the hard wood, and then I helped him lie back, arranging him for my own viewing pleasure. When I first married Finch, part of me assumed my hunger for him would die down. That a blaze as hot as ours would eventually extinguish itself, collapse into embers, need careful tending to keep it alive.
I was so wrong.
There was an everlasting inferno inside me that burned only for him; I was as desperate for him that night as I had been that very first night we met.
His elegant, glistening cock rolled around in the crease of his thigh. “Cute,” I said, drawing a slow finger down his shaft. He took in a shuddering breath at my touch, and flung his hands over his face as another rivulet of clear liquid spilled from his cock, dripping down his inner thigh. “You look just about ready to pop, baby bird.”
“Just about,” he mumbled, half-laughing, into his hands. He rubbed his face, took in a deep lungful of air, and reached out for me. “Put me out of my misery, huh?”
I was back inside him in an instant, leaning low over him, watching every flicker of his eyelashes, enjoying every gasp I fucked out of him, making him squirm and shudder with every thrust.
“You know how much I love you?” I demanded.
His eyes, which had been squeezed shut, flew open and stared straight into mine.
“It’s all for you,” I panted. “All of this. Only for you, angel. Understand?”
He put a hand up to my face. “Luca,” he murmured, his eyes so compassionate, so tender, that for one terrible moment I thought I was going to cry.
I came instead.
Wave after wave poured out of me, a long, almost painful orgasm that left me half-choking in Finch’s neck, his grassy cologne filling up my nose, and the sweet scent of Finch himself under it, a heady combination. I stayed buried in him, my cock still half-hard, and tried to get hold of myself. But when Finch mumbled something and began shaking, I pushed myself up on my arms.
“Baby bird—”
I found him laughing. His face was red, sweaty, his hair wet and sticking out at all angles.
Dropping my head in relief, I panted, “What did you say?”
