I clicked my tongue at him and slapped his right arsecheek, earning me a gasp. “Naughty boy. So you have been jerking off in here.”
“Yes, Sir.” His words were muffled as he pressed his face against the desk.
Laughing, I bent down to open the bottom drawer and pulled out the bottle. It was half used, and I tried not to think about who he’d been jerking off for. Probably his stupid ex-Dom. Or King.
Fuck. I wasn’t going to work myself up over that again. I leaned over his back, my chest pressed against him so I could whisper in his ear. “You may not put anything in your mouth, Lamb, but you must be quiet if you don’t want Madden or West to hear you. Am I clear?”
He groaned out, “Yes, Sir.”
I slapped his arsecheek again before I leaned back to unbutton and unzip my jeans. I did it slowly, just to listen to him pant with want and moan in annoyance at how long I was taking. Finally I had my pants around my ankles with the lid of the lube opened. I squeezed a generous amount onto my fingers before I worked them into his hole. He was tighter than the last time I’d played with him, probably because of the situation, and it took a little bit of stretching before he had his arse tilted toward me and was whimpering out his pleas.
“What do you want, Lamb?” I teased, shoving his shirt up to his shoulders so I could kiss the middle of his spine.
“You, Sir. Please. Fuck. Please.”
I chuckled low in my throat and threw the lube bottle on the floor after I’d slathered my cock up. Lining up with his hole, I grabbed his arms and pulled them behind his back, pressing down on his wrists.
“You went, and I’m happy with your test. I’ve been recently. Any objections to me bare?”
He shook his head and moaned, probably loud enough for Madden and West to hear outside, but he didn’t seem to care with the width of my cock spearing him open. I eased myself inside of him. He pushed his arse back on me, his entire body shaking with a desire I’d never seen in anyone before. He craved my cock, needed it, and I was happy to oblige.
I used one hand to hold onto his wrists, while I dug my nails into his hip with the other, getting the perfect leverage before I was thrusting in and out of his tightness. He was warm in all the right ways, sucked me in like the needy whore he was, and I used him however I wanted. He didn’t complain at all. Hell, he didn’t hold back his moans like I’d told him to, either. His groans and whimpers filled the room with each thrust inside him.
I leaned over his back, his arms stuck between our bodies, and kissed his cheek. “You’re such a good sub. My little whore, aren’t you?”
He whined and turned his head, seeking my mouth on his. I gave him a deep kiss that had him arching up into me. “Yes, Sir. Anything for you. Fuck. Anything.”
“Good boy.” I straightened again and grabbed his hips with both hands, fucking into him with hard, direct thrusts that had my cock hitting his prostate on every stroke. He groaned, moaned, and called for more, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before he’d be exploding everywhere. I wanted that. I wanted him to look at his desk and remember the time I took him over it for his friends to hear. “Come for me, Lamb. Show me how much I please you.”
“Sir, please can I touch myself?” he whispered urgently.
“Yes, Lamb. Do it.”
He reached beneath himself and grabbed onto his cock. I couldn’t see it from this angle, but I imagined he was jerking himself off in time with my thrusts. His hole tightened around me and he tensed, letting out a drawn-out moan that told me he’d come.
I wasn’t far behind him. My body felt like it was on fire. My blood burned, my skin sizzled, and my balls were so tight I was surprised they hadn’t exploded. Everything about him made me hot and bothered, andfuckif I wasn’t addicted.
I paused deep inside him as my orgasm rushed through me like a wildfire and my cock jerked, jets of cum spurting inside him. “Fuck yeah,” I mumbled quietly, my body twitching as the last strings of pleasure ripped through me until I had nothing left in my balls.
Pulling out of him, I collapsed on his chair, tugging him with me until he was sitting on my lap.
“Holy Christ, Sir,” he mumbled, his chest rising and falling quickly.
I curled my arms around him and kissed his clothed shoulder. “That was amazing, Lamb.”
“Fuck. They had to’ve heard me.” He glanced at me. Even though his cheeks were red, he was grinning.
“You bet we did!” Madden’s voice carried to us from the other room. “What kind of nickname is Lamb anyway?”
River pointed at the door. “Madden! If you mention this to anyone….”
Madden cackled like a maniac.
River ducked his head and groaned. “I’m never going to live this down.
I laughed.
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