I loved the way his ass felt with a cheek in each hand. Full. Soft. When I pulled them apart, his body relaxed. He knew what was coming. Leaning forward, I dragged my tongue from the back of his balls to his hole. With the slightest flick, he gasped. I didn’t want him gasping. I wanted Booker to beg.
Burying my face in his ass, I lapped at his hole as if Iwere starved. Booker’s whimpering added fuel to the fire. It’d have been fun to tease and torture, playing with him until he pushed back, demanding I shove my tongue inside him. Running my beard up and down the crack of his ass, I continued licking his hole with each pass, making sure I gave him enough time to prepare for what came next.
“Fuck me.” There it was.
I rose, making sure he felt my cock pressing against the back of his balls. Seeing him bent over his desk, ass waiting for me, I could have come without touching myself. Booker’s hands held the edge of his desk, bracing. I dragged my fingers along his ass, moving to the center of his back. With anybody else, I’d have doubts. Did they really want me?Needme? My insecurities rarely surfaced with him.
Licking my fingers, I coated the head of my cock.
Holding his hips, I kept Booker in place. Looking down, I watched the head disappear inside him. He tried taking more, but I wouldn’t let him move. He’d get more whenIwas ready. Sucking in my gut, I marveled at the tightness and heat. If I didn’t keep him in place, he’d try taking me all at once.
“Please,” he whimpered.
Closing my eyes, I savored every inch as I buried my cock inside my boyfriend. By the time my balls pressed against his ass, Booker’s groans filled the small room. I hoped his neighbors were out for the afternoon. Every time my muscles flexed, he gasped. Holding onto the edge of thedesk, he tried pushing back, but he was no match for my strength.
I settled in, giving him the full length. In and out. Every few strokes I’d shove in hard enough that he groaned. A month ago, I couldn't have imagined being in charge. Now, I enjoyed every minute of using Booker for my pleasure. Though, to be fair, by the way he moaned, it wasn’tentirelyfor my pleasure. He gripped my cock, squeezing tightly. I growled, picking up the pace.
I took it easy until I didn’t.
With each thrust, I buried my cock, balls slapping against his thigh. Relentlessly, I slammed harder until Booker’s grunts grew loud enough to warrant a 9-1-1 call. I pulled my cock free, giving him a moment to miss it before plowing into him. As the orgasm grew, tickling the back of my balls, his desk slid inch by inch along the floor.
Tightening my hold on him, I pull him back hard. I froze, unsure if I had tempted fate too— “I’m going to come.” I ground my cock inside him, gyrating my hips so he could feel every pulse of cum unload inside his hole. Between his powers and my need to breed my boyfriend, I lost count at six ropes of cum. I didn’t pull out, not yet. I wanted every drop he earned deep inside him.
“Oh God,” he mumbled into the crook of his arm. “That’s going to hurt tomorrow.”
“Good,” I said, unable to fight off the smirk. “Call itrevenge for all the times I’ve walked bow-legged from the bedroom.”
“Rude.”
I held still for the next minute, not wanting to separate. Finally, my cock softened, falling from his hole. If he thought that meant we were done, he was sorely mistaken. I grabbed his legs, rolling him onto his back. His cock was slick, precum rolling down his shaft. I wanted that inside me. Every. Single. Drop.
With his legs on my shoulders, I swallowed the tip, running my tongue over his slit. My orgasm might have faded, but his powers hadn’t relented. I cupped his balls as I sank down, the head pushing against the back of my throat. There was no finesse as I moved up and down. The hint of salt only grew stronger as I continued sucking. There’d be another day when I’d tease him until he begged to shoot. Today, I knew exactly what I wanted, and he was going to?—
“I’m coming.”
The intensity of his orgasm rippled outward, slamming into me like a superpowered blow to the chest. As he flooded my mouth with cum, my own cock sprang to attention. Without touching myself, the orgasm tore through my body, my balls contracting. As I swallowed my boyfriend’s load, I shot against his desk. There were a lot of benefits to dating an empath. Hands-free orgasms ranked pretty high on the list.
“Holy shit,” he grumbled. I gave him another slurp and Booker jerked forward, grabbing my head, pulling me free of his cock. “Nope. No. Not happening. You’ll have to wait for round two.”
He scooted to the side, giving me an empty spot to crawl next to him. On his desk, I wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him tight. With a kiss on his cheek, I rested my head on his chest.
“Damn,” I said.
“Damn,” he echoed.
“First day as a private dick?—”
“And already seduced.” I ran my fingers across his stomach, the taste of salt still on my tongue. “The role-play potential is endless.”
In between ragged breaths, his head shot up. It took a moment before I heard the familiar buzzing. Wherever his phone had landed, it vibrated angrily across the floor. He reached over the side, fishing for it. “Booker Collins.” He hemmed and hawed while the voice on the other end of the line talked. “Absolutely. Thanks, Dustin. I’ll be there…” Booker glanced at me. “Soon.”
Wyatt’s boyfriend? Booker hung up and returned to draping his arm over my chest. “What did he want?”
“Booker Collins, private investigator, has his first client.”
Since leaving Synergy, Dustin had started a security firm. With the rise in supervillains, Wyatt said hecontinued expanding. With Hudson joining Dustin, I wondered if they’d have morning huddles in a break room. Did they have a plucky admin assistant who barged in at every opportunity? Maybe Tia would prefer being surrounded by beefy men in tactical gear?
“I suppose we should get dressed.”
