I had no way of knowing how much time had passed.
Only that my body wouldn’t stop trembling.
Only that sweat clung to my skin, leaving me slick against the desk.
Only that he’d brought me to the brink so many times now that if he so much as breathed on my cock, I was going to come.
He had worked me with his tongue for a while. Then his fingers—taking his time with each one before moving on to the next, dragging them in slow, torturous strokes against my prostate.
Then his mouth had moved—sucking on my balls, my taint, lapping at my cock just enough to tease, never enough to give me release.
Then back to his tongue.
I couldn’t fucking take it anymore.
“Ash,” I whined.
He stilled, and I dragged in a deep breath.
“Yes?”
“Would you get your cock in me already? I’m fucking dying here.”
He chuckled roughly behind me. Two fingers pressed inside me and curved.
“F-fuck,” I breathed, hands curling into fists around the restraints. My feet were back on the floor now, on purpose. The only thing touching my cock was the air around it. Until his fingertips brushed against it, barely there, just enough to make me squirm and groan.
“Maybe we should have used a cock ring,” he said in the most infuriatingly casual tone.
“Sebastian, for fuck’s sake…” I groaned as he slipped his fingers out and back in again. “Aren’t you dying too?”
“I am.” And to prove it, he stood and pressed the slick head of his cock against my cheek.
I made a helpless sound. “Fuck. Get that in me right now.”
He pulled his fingers free, one hand still holding me open as he slid the head of his cock over my hole. It quivered in response.
“Right here?” His voice was husky with want.
“Yes.”
There was pressure. Not enough to push in, just enough to make me rock back, urging him to do it.
He pulled away.
“Oh, come on,” I muttered, voice strained as I pushed back, begging without saying it outright.
Another amused sound. “If you stay perfectly still and let me give you what you want, I will. If you move, I start all over.”
I nodded against my forearm. “Please.”
He came close again, palm pressing to my tailbone as that maddening rub of his cock returned. “On your forearms, pet. Arch for me.”
I did, rising onto my toes to follow his order.
Slowly, the pressure built. More and more, until his crown slipped inside, and I let out a broken sound?—
Only for him to pull back.
