Caleb moved restlessly, lifting onto his toes. Raising his ass.
Blood pounded to my dick. But I wasn’t going to do anything about mine, so I squeezed his. “Have you learned your lesson?”
He nodded frantically, rustling the paper beneath him.
“Let’s just be certain.” I released him, straightened, and swung the paddle. His shocked cry turned into one long, agonized whimper as I rained a flurry of quick, brutal blows. I trailed them down his cleft, landing dangerously close to his dangling sack. He squirmed and twisted, his cries rising higher as he tried to evade the paddle.
“Hush.” I stopped and cupped his nuts, giving them the same warning squeeze I’d given his throat. “The lock on that door isn’t very sturdy. What will that nice secretary think if she comes in here and sees your naughty little bottom getting exactly what it deserves?”
Caleb groaned, clearly turned on by the prospect of discovery. That made two of us, although I preferred to keep it at “prospect” instead of “reality.” As far as I could tell, the secretary hadn’t been in the office today. Her scent was stale, which meant she was either at the hospital with Welch or she was using his absence as an excuse to take a PTO day. But it was still risky to make too much noise. My wards were only as good as my concentration—and Caleb’s ass was a Grade A distraction.
I set the paddle aside, then pulled him up and turned him to face me. His chest rose and fell rapidly as I tugged his T-shirt from his mouth and used it to wipe the drool from his face.
“Please,” he gasped. His dick was almost as red as his ass, the wet tip prodding my thigh.
I tucked a finger under his chin. His wolf had receded, his eyes returned to that pretty blue fringed by thick lashes that were spiky with tears. His tongue darted out, moistening his plump bottom lip.
And just like that, my control frayed and snapped.
With a growl, I shoved him to his knees. He seemed to anticipate the movement, because he dropped at the same moment, and his hands shook as he unfastened my pants. Then my cock was free and in his hot, wet mouth, and it was my turn to muffle my voice as I tangled my fingers in his hair and thrust hard.
He opened wide and flattened his tongue, letting me fuck his mouth in short, merciless thrusts. I nailed the back of his throat, my ears filling with the fleshy, perfect sound of my dick gagging him over and over. But he took me beautifully, his jaw wide and his blue eyes holding mine. Fresh drool slid down his chin. His swollen dick bobbed with his efforts. One look at his heavy shaft swinging against his shirt, and I was done.
“Coming,” I rasped, my orgasm boiling up. Then I was shuddering, my release pumping down his throat as pleasureroared through me. He gagged, and I withdrew enough to let him swallow, dark satisfaction burning in my chest as he gulped me down. When I eased my spent dick from between his plush lips, a line of cum dribbled from the corner of his mouth.
In one swift movement, I hauled him up and plunked his ass on the desk. Shock flared in his eyes as I yanked his T-shirt over his head.
“What are you doing?”
“What’s it look like?” I bent and pulled off his shoes. I gave his jeans and underwear the same treatment, then wedged my hips between his thighs and forced him onto his back with a flat hand on his chest. I kept it there as I used my other hand to lift his knees one by one. “Heels flat on the desk. Spread your legs.”
He complied with a needy moan that made my dick tighten all over again. He looked absolutely debauched with his bare, reddened ass plastered to Welch’s planner, his thighs flung wide, and his tight, pink hole on display. His cock lay swollen and heavy on his stomach, his slit drooling. His white mid-calf socks added an extra layer of depravity, which only spurred my lust higher.
“Stroke yourself,” I said, “but don’t come yet. Understand?” At his shaky nod, I sucked my first two fingers into my mouth. His breath hitched when I carried them to his cleft, and he moaned loudly when I pressed them firmly to his hole.
“You have to be quiet,” I said, moving my other hand to his mouth. I held it there as I fingered him, stroking and teasing.
His hole fluttered, and he moaned behind my hand. He reached down and grasped his dick, his eyes rolling back as he began to stroke himself.
“Good boy,” I said, pushing a finger inside him. His ass clamped around me, his passage so hot and tight I was tempted to stop everything so I could take him home and fuck him properly. But who was I kidding? I wouldn’t make it that far.And I couldn’t fuck him on the side of the road in broad daylight with no prep and nothing but spit for lube. No, the first time I took him to bed, I was going to make sure it was perfect for him.
I pushed my finger deep, grazing his gland as I watched his hand work up and down his dick. I kept my other hand tight over his mouth, every muffled cry and whimper sexier than the last. After a second, I pulled my finger from his ass, leaned down, and spit on his hole. The little pink mouth gasped, winking and squeezing, and I bit back a curse as I worked the moisture inside with my finger. Caleb shuddered, his labored breaths hot against my hand.
“You feel so good,” I said, pushing my spit deeper inside him. When the ring of muscle relaxed, I added another finger and gave his ass slow, thorough pumps.
He spread his legs wider and moaned, jerking his dick faster. Precum glossed his cockhead. His ass strangled my fingers, the muscle clamping like a fist.
“That’s it,” I said, staring into his lust-drunk eyes. “Stroke yourself. Show me how you like to be touched.”
His thick eyelashes swept his cheeks as he worked his dick, swiping his hand over his cockhead and slicking precum up and down his shaft.
“Stop,” I ordered. When he whimpered and obeyed, I leaned over and let a trail of saliva drizzle onto his tip. We both moaned as it slid down his length and soaked his fingers. “Good boy,” I said, hearing the gravel in my voice. “Keep going.”
He went back to pumping his dick, his shaft glistening with spit and arousal. His moans behind my palm grew more desperate. His blue eyes pleaded with me as he lifted his head from the desk and then thunked it back down.
I rubbed his prostate and leaned over him. “Do you want to come?”
“Uh-hnn,” he said against my fingers, his strokes faltering as he clearly fought to stave off his release.
