Ezra turned his monitor off and spun slowly in his chair, looking up at me. “I could, but I wouldn’t. I’d make you sit and wait for me. No dick sucking, no cock warming, no humping my leg, no fingering, no fucking, and no touching yourself either. Nothing.”
“You wouldn’t,” I said, outraged that he’d even suggest something so mean.
“I might.”
“See, even you know it’s too much.”
“Maybe, but it was fun seeing your face when I said it.” He grinned up at me as I stepped closer and leant over him, putting my hands on the arms of his chair to box him in. “Do you want something, puppy?”
“Yes,” I said, lowering my head so we were nose to nose. He was close enough that I could practically taste him. “I want you to bend me over this desk and fuck me.”
He smirked. “Have you been a good boy today? Do you deserve my cock?”
“I’ve been really fucking good. I did all my reps, didn’t complain once during training, talked Charlie through his proposal, and I came out. So yeah, I’ve been fucking amazing today and I deserve to come.”
“I’m so proud of you,” he said, putting his hands on my hips, his fingers finding the skin between my tank top and my jeans. Because, yeah, I’d even put jeans on for this shit. They made my arse look amazing, and I’d wanted to show Ezra exactly what was his.
His touch sent shivers across my skin and I moaned softly. “Thanks.” I brushed my lips over his, tasting the last of his afternoon coffee.
“Let me show you how proud of you I am.”
He put his hand on my neck as he claimed my mouth in a hungry kiss and I practically fell into his lap as my body melted. His tongue pressed between my lips and drew another moan from deep within my chest. “We can’t be too long, puppy,” he murmured as he nipped my lip.
“Good, fuck me hard and fast. Treat me like a slut, Ezra. I fucking need it.”
“Then bend over the desk, slut, and stick that pretty arse out for me.”
I almost tripped over my feet as I let go of his chair and tried to step back, but Ezra caught me by the waistband of my jeans. “Careful. Don’t hurt yourself.”
“I won’t. I’m just… fuck, Ezra, I’m so horny! All this waiting is killing me.”
“Me too, baby. Been wanting to do this for ages. You’re gonna look so pretty bent over for me.”
I stole another desperate kiss as I undid my jeans and shoved them down my thighs, pushing my underwear with them butonly the barest amount. I’d put sexy pants on, but I could show them to Ezra later. Now was not the time for a slow strip or sexy pants.
Putting my hands on his desk, I pushed my arse out and wiggled it teasingly, watching over my shoulder as he unbuttoned his shirt to show off his sexy-as-fuck chest before he unbuckled his belt. “Show off,” I said with a grin.
“You love it.” He winked. “Do you have any supplies? Because if not, this is gonna be fucking short-lived.”
I rolled my eyes and shot him a withering look. “There’s lube in my bag. Also, my test results came back negative this afternoon. I got a notification during training. So if you want to use a condom, we can, but if not…”
“Do you want my cum, puppy? Want to go home full and leaking, soaking your boxers and knowing that you’re mine?” He reached into his tight underwear to stroke his cock, a rumbling groan mingling with his words as he continued, “Mmm, imagine if someone saw you, all properly dressed but dripping my load. Do you think they’d know? Do you think you’d be able to talk to them without blushing and wiggling? Or would you give it away?”
I whined because, fuck, that sounded hot. I already knew I’d be shuffling in my seat on the way home wanting to feel that wetness, knowing it would keep me desperate and turned on. If he didn’t follow me home to fuck me again, I’d be jerking off as soon as I got inside.
“You like that idea, don’t you?” Ezra asked.
“Y-Yeah.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll send you home nice and full. And then I’ll follow you so I can put another load in that tight hole as soon as you shut the door.”
“Please,” I said with a needy moan. “Stop talking and give it to me.”
Ezra smirked as he pulled his hand out of his boxers. “Don’t worry, I will.”
He bent down and rummaged in the bag I’d dumped near his desk to pull out the lube. It was the already open bottle from beside my bed, but if we did this often, I’d get another bottle to live in my bag. “I’m going to open you up for me now,” he said as he moved to stand behind me. “I’m going to be faster than usual, but if it hurts or you need me to slow down, I want you to tell me, okay?”
“Okay.”
