I groaned, my fingers digging harder into the armrests. Watching him pleasure himself like this, hearing the wet sounds as he worked himself open, was almost more than I could handle. My cock jerked against my stomach, another bead of precum sliding down the shaft.
“You’re doing so good,” he praised, glancing back at me over his shoulder. “Keeping your hands to yourself like I asked. Such a good boy, Sheriff.”
Those words shouldn’t have affected me the way they did, but heat rushed through my body at the praise. I’d spent my whole life being in control, being the authority figure. But here, in this office with Xavier, I was letting him take the lead. And God, it felt incredible.
He added a third finger, his breathing getting heavier. I could see his hole stretching around his digits, could see how ready he was getting. My mouth watered with the urge to lean forward and taste him, to replace his fingers with my tongue.
“Almost ready,” he murmured, pulling his fingers out slowly. He reached for the dildo, coating it generously with lube. Then he positioned it against my desk, the suction cup base holding it in place. “Now for the main event.”
He straddled the toy, still facing away so I could see it press against his lubed hole. Slowly, so fucking slowly, he began tolower himself onto it. I watched as the thick head breached his hole, watched his face contort with pleasure as he took it inch by inch.
“Fuck,” he gasped, his eyes fluttering closed. “It’s so big.”
I couldn’t look away. My entire world had narrowed to this moment, to watching Xavier sink down onto that dildo right in front of me. His thighs were trembling with the effort of taking it slow, and his cock was leaking steadily onto my desk.
When he was finally seated all the way down, he paused, breathing hard. He glanced over his shoulder, his eyes locked onto mine, and the heat in them nearly scorched me.
“You like watching me?” he asked, rolling his hips experimentally. “Like seeing me ride this cock, pretending it’s yours?”
“Yes,” I rasped, my voice barely recognizable. “God, yes.”
He started to move then, lifting himself up before sinking back down. The wet sounds filled my office, obscene and perfect. His cock bounced with each movement, and I wanted to lean forward and take him in my mouth, wanted to taste him while he fucked himself on that toy.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded breathlessly. “I want to watch you stroke that beautiful cock while I ride this.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. My hand wrapped around my shaft immediately, and the relief was instant. I started stroking in time with his movements, watching him take that dildo over and over again.
“That’s it,” he moaned, his pace increasing. “Just like that, Marcus. Show me how you’d stroke yourself thinking about me.”
I stroked myself harder, my eyes never leaving Xavier’s body as he rode that dildo on my desk. His smooth skin was glistening with a thin sheen of sweat now, his muscles flexing with each movement. The sight was intoxicating, better than anything I could have imagined during all those lonely nights.
“You look so good,” I groaned, my hand moving faster. “Taking every last inch of that thick cock.”
He moaned louder at my words, his movements becoming more frantic. One of his hands reached down to stroke his own cock while the other braced against my desk for support. I could see everything from this angle—the way that thick toy stretched him open, the way his body eagerly took it again and again.
“Marcus,” he gasped, his voice desperate now. “I’m close. So fucking close.”
“Turn around and let me suck you,” I urged, my own orgasm building at the base of my spine. “Ride that cock until you cum in my mouth.”
I watched Xavier’s eyes darken with lust at my words, and without hesitation, he lifted himself off the dildo with a wet sound that made my cock throb even harder. He turned around, facing me now, and repositioned himself over the toy. I had a perfect view of his face as he sank back down onto it, his expression one of pure bliss.
“Fuck, yes,” he moaned, his cock now right in front of my face as he started riding again. “You want this cock, Sheriff? Want to taste me while I fuck myself?”
“Please,” I begged, not even caring how desperate I sounded. I leaned forward, my tongue darting out to lick at the precum beading at his tip.
The taste of him exploded across my tongue, salty and perfect, and I groaned around him as I took him deeper into my mouth. His hands flew to my hair, gripping tight as he continued to ride that dildo, fucking himself while I sucked him.
“Oh god, Marcus,” he gasped, his hips jerking. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”
I hollowed my cheeks, taking him as deep as I could while my hand continued stroking my own aching cock. The dual sensation of pleasuring him while working myself was almostoverwhelming. I could feel my orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter in my belly.
Xavier’s movements became erratic, his thighs trembling as he bounced on that toy. I knew he was close, could feel it in the way his cock pulsed against my tongue, the way his fingers tightened almost painfully in my hair.
“I’m gonna cum,” he warned, his voice breaking. “Marcus, I’m—ohfuck!”
His cock pulsed in my mouth, hot spurts of cum hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed it all down, not wanting to waste a single drop, and the taste of him pushed me over the edge. My own orgasm crashed through me, my hand stroking frantically as I came all over the floor, thick ropes of cum painting the back wall of my desk.
Xavier collapsed forward against me, both of us breathing hard, his body still impaled on that dildo. I released his softening cock from my mouth and rested my forehead against his stomach, feeling his heart hammering beneath his smooth skin.
