“No,” I say, softer than I intend.
In response, Elliot hums in my ear, a deep, satisfied sound.
“Then be good for me, and do as you’re told.”
His hand is already pressing into my back, bending me forward onto the desk, and the tingling heat moves to my arms and legs as I obey. The cool surface feels good on my skin, and I cling to the edge of the wood as Elliot’s hands begin to wander.
He flips my skirt up, baring my ass and hooking a finger in the waistband of my panties.
“Can I take these?” he asks.
I nod, eyes shut and wanting, and he drags the fabric down my legs, leaving them stretched tight around my ankles as he trails his fingers back up my calves. He finds my arousal already coating my thighs, and my pussy pulses as he runs his fingers through my wetness.
“Fuck, baby.” His voice is gruff, strained. “You’re dripping,” he says. “Why didn’t you tell me you were so hungry?”
Because I’m not, I think to myself. But that feels like a confession of some kind. So I simply shrug against the desk.
“It’s alright,” he says, rubbing his thumb over my seam. “I’ll feed you.”
He strokes me lazily for a while, circling my clit and teasing my entrance before he grabs my ass to spread me wider. I look back to find him marveling at the sight of his fingers pushing into me, and I suck in a breath as he invades my body, a needy sound escaping before he even starts to move.
“Gods, Iris. You look so good from this angle. It makes me wonder…”
“Wonder what?” I ask, panting.
“What you’d look like taking all nine inches from the back.”
My core clenches around his fingers, and he chuckles.
“You like that idea, baby? You want to know what it feels like?”
Yes, I do. More than I’d care to admit. But that’s not something I’m willing to take so casually, and my teeth clench to keep myself from speaking it aloud.
In answer to my silence, Elliot wrenches my hand free from the desk and guides it to the straining bulge in his jeans, hissing sharply as my fingers close around him.
“Oh, fates…” I whine. “Please.”
He continues on his slow and torturous path, pumping into me with a hard, steady rhythm until I am nothing but a mewing mess on top of his desk, groaning his name into the wood beneath my cheek.
Three pumps and my legs are shaking. Two more and I’m weeping. A few more thrusts, and I can no longer resist the urge to move with him.
My hips push back, meeting his heavy stroke, and his hand comes down on my ass with a loud smack. I whimper as the burning sting turns to heated pleasure, and Elliot starts to growl as he grips my hip for more leverage.
“Can you take another one?” he asks.
I nod, bracing for another digit. But it doesn’t come where I think it will.
His thumb moves backward until it finds the pucker of my asshole, and I jolt as he presses inside.
“Elliot!” I scream, bearing down on his dick and clawing at the already splintering wood.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks.
I shake my head, too pent up for words. I need release, and I need it now.
His hand comes down on my ass again, harder this time.
“I want to see you come, Iris. Show me what I want to see.”
