“I need to move.”
“You’re in control,” I tell him.
He pushes off and sits up. Gripping the armrests, feet planted on the floor, he raises himself up a couple of inches before sinking back down.
My head falls back on the chair and I feel my eyes roll back. A first thrust has never felt so satisfying. By the noises Ben’s making, he agrees.
He starts to ride me, those impressive thighs doing the work. I just hold on and enjoy the view of my cock pumping in and out of his beautiful ass.
Sweat trickles down his neck and armpits. His movements slow down instead of speeding up.
“Are your thighs burning?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve got you.”
I push the chair out from under me, keeping tight hold of Ben as I stand. He grips the desk as he bends over for me. I have to take a second to admire him in this position. Somehow, even bent over his desk, he’s still in control here. In this very second, I live to serve him.
I start slow, rolling my hips and tuning into his moans.
“Faster, please, Elias.”
I do as I’m told, pumping faster.
“Harder.”
I snap my hips and am treated to another filthy moan. I keep tight hold of his hips so he doesn’t hit his head on the wall. His hands slide across the desk, unable to get purchase as I thrust relentlessly over and over until he’s clenching and pulsing around my cock, I reach around to milk the last of his orgasm from him, but he’s already twitching and pushes my hand away.
He’s completely wrung out. Over sensitive. I pull out before I come, deciding to delay the gratification even further.
As soon as I pull out, Ben straightens and turns around. His face is flushed, his hair an absolutely disaster.Fuck, he’s sexy.
He looks down at my cock, still hard and wrapped in the condom.
I’m so shocked when he reaches out and snaps the condom off that I let out a little yelp.
Before I can say anything, he’s on his knees, taking me into his mouth.
We haven’t done this yet. I wanted to let him take the lead. Decide if he wanted to or not. He’s looking up at me, those big brown eyes so insatiable. I wonder if anyone whoknows him has ever seen him even close to this. I feel honored to be getting this view of him.
He’s looking at me with gratitude and that sleepy look you get in your eyes when you’ve just had an orgasm. There’s something more, though. There’s a capability for pure submission. A trust that’s absolute. A pleading. I thread my fingers through his hair. “Good boy,” I murmur. He closes his eyes and hums around me.
I’m so close, I was on the verge of finishing the second he wrapped his lips around my head. He laps at my slit and swallows what leaks out.
“I’m going to come,” I warn him.
He takes me deeper, speeds up, swirls his tongue as he sucks.
Closing my eyes, I bite my lip and let my head fall back on pure bliss.
“Now, God, fuck, yes.” I think I say it all in German. It doesn’t matter. He gets the sentiment, I’m sure.
Ben swallows around me, keeping me in his mouth while I breathe through it.
He sucks me dry until I’m sensitive. But when I try to gently push him away, he looks up at me with those big eyes while I soften in his mouth.Ahh, okay.
“Do you want to lie down and put me in your mouth while we take a nap?”
