“You won’t.” I tightened my hold on him until he gasped. “We’re behind closed doors. Your boss wasn’t. I read all about it. It’s fine. I won’t let us get caught.”
“But—”
I slammed my mouth against his, eating up any protests he had. He knew the safeword. I’d made sure of it. Now he was mine. I caught the condom wrapper between my teeth and pulled at it, ripping it open. It wasn’t an easy challenge to press him against the wall while I slid on the condom, but I managed to get it done. The lube was more trouble, but once I had it open, I squeezed the majority of it onto my cock. The rest slicked my fingers, and I dropped the packet onto the floor so I could reach between Mark’s asscheeks and wipe the gel over his hole.
He gasped and struggled again, but I used my chest against his back to keep him still.
“I’m at work,” he hissed.
I smiled. “And? You know the safeword, little rabbit. Say it and this will all be over.”
Silence was the answer I wanted and got. I laughed gently as I slid one finger inside him, popping past the tight ring. He leaned his chest against the wall, palms flat against the tiles, and moaned quietly. I didn’t want to waste time, not today when I wanted it to be rough and dirty, so after the second finger I decided I was done.
I yanked my fingers out, grabbed my cock, bent my knees until it was almost funny, and lined up with his hole. Sweet pressure greeted me as I pushed inside. There was no gentleness about the way I rocked into him, and his groan was filled with a mixture of pain and pleasure. It was the prettiest sound I’d ever heard. I seized his wrists, holding them against the wall in front of him as I thrust until I was balls deep.
His groan transformed into a whimper of need, and I took that as my signal to let loose. I pistoned into him like the big bad wolf I was, fucking him wildly, my cock spreading him as I drove it in and out of his tight little hole. I was a man possessed, and I needed him in ways I hadn’t wanted anyone before. My insides were on fire, the predatory sensations taking control.
Fuck.
Breed.
Own.
The words resonated in my head. I buried my face against his neck and let go of his wrists to curl my arms around his waist, holding him tightly. With every thrust he banged against the wall and let out a whimper of desire.
“Oh God,” he whispered desperately, shuddering and moaning. “You’re so big.”
“Fuck yeah, I am,” I growled out. “Tell me how my cock feels, little rabbit. Do you feel claimed?”
“Get lost,” he snapped, but one particularly hard shove inside had him crying out in pleasure.
The sound of the door of the bathroom jerking open had him gasping and staring at me over his shoulder pleadingly, but I smirked and slammed my hand over his mouth. I continued thrusting, aware of whoever was outside the stall door heading to the urinals. The sound of piss hitting porcelain filled the room.
Mark whimpered and grasped the wrist of the hand covering his mouth, his body shuddering and trembling as I continued to fuck inside him. The desperate glance he gave me only enticed me to move faster and harder. I reached in front of him to wrap my hand around his cock, and his eyes widened. He shook his head desperately, and I smirked in response.
I kissed his ear and whispered so quietly that only he could hear me, “You’re mine.”
The urinal flushed and the sound of water running echoed through the bathroom. I moved my hips faster, my cock disappearing into his hole over and over again. I jerked him off slowly at first, then picked up my pace. His huffs of pleasure danced across the palm of my hand where I still had it placed over his mouth, and he exploded into whimpers when the tap turned off and the door to the bathroom swung open and closed again.
He bit at my palm hard enough to make me hiss and jerk it away from his mouth, and he spun a glare on me. “What were youdoing?” His eyes were ablaze, angry and hot. “We could have been caught.”
I chuckled, slid my hand down to his throat, and tightened my hold on it.
His eyes widened again, and he gasped when I pressed my fingers into his windpipe with light pressure, but not enough to hurt him.
“I can do whatever I want with you. You’re mine.” I flicked my hand on his cock to make a point, and he moaned, dropping his forehead against the tiles. He tensed, and I could feel how close to the edge he was.
I smirked and pressed a kiss to the back of his neck, right above the collar of his dress shirt. The light purple of a bruise I’d made the last time we were together peeked out from under the fabric. I didn’t have much room to play with his skin, but there was enough for me to do what I’d wanted to do since I’d laid eyes on him in the hallway. Jerking him quicker, I watched the reactions in his body—the tenseness, the shivers, and the sounds of his moans. He was close, so I quickened the flicks of my wrist until he froze and groaned, hot seed splattering across my hand.
Grinning, I widened my stance, bent my knees more, and fucked into him two more times. That’s all it took before my balls burst and my orgasm stole my breath. My toes curled in my boots and tingles swept through me as my balls tightened. The predatory need stirred in my gut, low and feral.
My release filled the condom in his ass, and I wished more than anything we were bare so I could stuff him to the top with my spunk. I’d have to talk about bareback soon.
This was the perfect time to claim what was mine, so I did exactly that—bit down on the back of his neck—hard. He yelled out in surprise and agony and shuddered, more cum shooting from his cock onto my hand and the wall.
“Oh sweet Jesus,” he cried, smacking his head against the tiles.
I bit until my jaw ached, and only then, when I was satisfied it’d leave a mark for a week or so, I released his flesh. I stared down at my handywork. The indents of my teeth were red and deep in the skin on the back of his neck. Perfect.Mine.
