His mouth fell from mine to mark my neck, my shoulder, my chest, never leaving my skin less than red. Precome built on my head that I smeared over my palm. Roys had taken time to watch, moving lower to catch my nipple between his teeth. My hand jerked faster and the other rubbed him harder until he snatched my wrist.
He looked up at me and I couldn’t deny how small I felt under him. “We wouldn’t want this to finish too soon. You said you wanted me to fuck you, right?”
My breathing stuttered. “Yes.”
He grabbed my neck. “Yes?”
“Yes, sir.”
“That’s a good boy. On your back.”
I fell away from him, letting Roys turn us so I laid lengthwise over the desk. He stood in the narrow passageway. He touched me from ankle to knee to thigh to hip, letting those capable hands grip and drag, leaving red trails in their wake, kissing and licking and biting.
He ran teeth and tongue over my abdomen to the curls around my cock. My hips rose. He pushed me away, locked on the desk as he tasted and bit everything but the one part of me that wanted him most.
Grabbing his hair, I tugged. “Suck me off already, you annoying bastard.”
“You’re needy. I’m not surprised.” He chuckled, lips caught worshiping my thighs. The only image that could rival him between my legs was when I was looking up from between his.
“Is that a complaint?”
“No. I like it when you give in, too.”
His mouth looked incredible taking my cock. It was pure, hot, aching bliss. He held my thighs apart, sucking me off with a focus unlike any other. I perched on one elbow to watch, relishing the sight of him bobbing his head for me, cursing when he cupped my balls.
“You look so fucking hot like this.” I tried grinding into his mouth, and he departed to bite my thigh.
“Try that again and I’ll stop.”
Nodding, I laid there, hands in his hair, drowning in agonizing pleasure. A curse escaped me when he dropped a thigh to slide his hand between my cheeks. A finger circled my hole, tantalizing, bewildering. I would have been happy to finish there, but Roys only let me see that edge before denying me. He departed, leaving me panting on the desk. I thought the foolish bastard had changed his mind, and I’d be forced to discard his corpse in one of the disposal units until he grabbed the lube.
“So, I have to ask, did you stash that there after our adventure earlier or were you waiting for an opportunity to fuck a private on your desk?” I asked, reveling in the way he spread my legs a little too far, making my muscles twitch. He didn’t warrant my teasing with a response.
“You’re going to stretch yourself for me,” he said in that deep tone that rumbled in the back of his throat and made my cock twitch.
“I’d be more than happy to, Captain.” I sat up when he offered the lube, watching as I wet my fingers. Keeping one hand on the desk behind me, I knocked my legs against his hips and said, “But if you want a good show, you’ll have to help me out.”
He took me under the knees and lifted, watching for a reaction until my thighs touched my chest. He admired the view of me spread for him and the way my hand dropped. His eyes were dark, a reflection purely of me. When my finger brushed over my hole, he said, “You’re surprisingly flexible.”
“Years of practice.” I slipped a finger in, working myself nice and slow, the way I knew he didn’t want.
Roys gave a warning glance that encouraged my defiance further. “Do you want me to fuck you or not?”
“I do.”
“Then I suggest you behave, or you’re more than welcome to finish yourself off. Do you want that?”
“No, sir.” I moved my finger faster, shivering as he leaned away to watch. He licked his lips when a second finger joined, spreading me, and pressed his hips forward. His cock brushed against my hand as I worked.
“Faster,” he ordered, biting into my bottom lip. His hands gripped my legs tighter, bruising them. My hand worked faster. He settled his forehead on my chest, watching until he peeked up at me wearing nothing but a devilish grin. “Put me in yourself.”
My hands fumbled to find the lube behind me as he rolled his hips. I enjoyed coating his cock, knowing that’d soon be inside of me. With one hand still supporting me, the other guided him forward. I moaned when his tip breached me and whined when he pulled away, depriving me of my desires. He did that two more times, making my hips thrash before finally giving in.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned. Roys didn’t take his time, burying himself in a swift thrust that had my eyes rolling. The scruff of his chin rubbed against my neck. The pleasure tore through me, a rage of sporadic nerves firing all at once.
The desk rocked as Roys fucked me. One hand still stabilized me, the other grabbed my cock, fruitlessly trying to touch myself in tune with his powerful thrusts. But anytime I got a rhythm, Roys slowed or stopped, leaving my hips jerking against him.
“Don’t fucking tease me.” I rolled my hips, trying to force him to penetrate me the way I liked it.
