“That’s fine, it was just an idea, I?—”
“Maybe we could give it a try?”
Everything in me soars. I try to tamper down my excitement, just in case he wants to change his mind.
“Sure.”
“So … how do we do this?”
I take a seat in the desk chair and open my pants.
“There’s lube and condoms in the drawer beside my bed.”
Ben nods and grabs the supplies. I’m already hard enough to put the condom on. Once I’m suited up, I squeeze some lube out onto my hand and start stroking myself, but Ben stops me.
“Let me.”
He climbs into my lap and takes over, his breath minty, like he brushed his teeth before coming over here. It gives me a rush to think he did that for me.
I lean close enough to kiss him as his hand slides over my cock.
Ben’s hand feels so good my eyes roll. It’s not even that Ben is some sort of hand job expert or has a special technique. Just that I want him, and I’m beyond excited to try this thing I’ve been thinking about all day.
“I’m ready, are you?”
He nods. Those big brown eyes make me melt. I get the feeling he’s waiting for my instruction.So he can be bossy, but he likes to give up control sometimes?I can definitely work with that.
“Turn around.” I keep my voice gentle and he obliges without hesitation. I make him wait before giving my next instruction.
“Pull your pants down enough to sit on my cock.”
He lets out a little gasp and my hips try to buck off the chair.
Cool it,I remind myself.You’ll need a lot more patience than that if this is going to work.
When Ben drops his trousers and pushes his underwear down to his knees, I’m treated to the sight of that gorgeous ass and can’t wait to get my hands on it.
“Hold onto the desk.”
He does as I say. I scoot closer, the wheels on the chair helping me to slide in effortlessly.
I’m too tall to lick him from this angle, so I use my fingers to open him up, enjoying the sight of him squirming and the sounds of his moans as his knuckles get white holding onto the desk.
I can’t resist. I have to sink to my knees and taste him. His legs shake while I hold him in place.
“Are you ready?”
He’s breathless when he replies with a shaky, “Yes.”
I slide back up onto the chair and guide him into my lap.
His thighs are strong enough from all the training to keep him hovering steadily in place as I line myself up. He starts to sink down while I guide him. I can tell he’s biting his lip from the way his moans sound. Once I’m halfway in, I can stop guiding him and use one hand to stroke his back. I know he likes it when I touch him like that.
He sinks all the way down and lets his head fall back on my shoulder. His neck is right there so I kiss it. He sighs, hums. Knowing he won’t be moving for a long time is weirdly comforting.
“Okay?” I whisper in his ear.
“Mmm, this is perfect.”
