“But you didn’t listen and now you’re lying in your own mess as I fuck you against your table.”
“Sorry. I’m sorry,” he pants.
“It’s okay, boy. Hold your ass open so I can fuck you deeper.” He reaches back to grab his cheeks and spread himself wide for me, allowing me to slip inside him just a little more, and it feels so good. “Now squeeze that tight ass around my dick.” His whole body tenses. “Harder.” He tries, but he can do better. “Harder!” I demand. “Yeah, that’s a good boy,” I praise as I fuck slowly in and out of him. The way his big body strangles my cock is so good.
“Too much… I?—”
This time I know he’s had enough, so I pull out and rip the condom off. My hot spunk coats his back as I rut against his ass. “That’s it. You’re such a dirty boy.”
“Dirty and tired.” He pouts but doesn’t get up off the table.
I chuckle and use a napkin to wipe his back off. I’m almost tempted to take a picture because he looks so good all fucked out, and his ass is raw.
I did that.
I want to push my fingers inside of that tight hole just so I can feel the heat again, but I resist. He needs a break.
“Alright, big boy.” I tug his waist. “Come on.”
“Mmmm?”
“You don’t want to fall asleep on your table.”
“Comfy.”
I laugh at that.
“Your table isn’t more comfortable than your bed.” He grumbles and sways into me once he straightens up. “That’s better.”
I help him back into his underwear, but he’s fading fast. It makes sense. He probably works normal business hours, and it’s almost one now.
“Almost there,” I encourage him as he leans heavily on me. Once we get back to his bedroom, he moves toward the bed, but I stop him. “Nope, piss and teeth first.”
He mutters something under his breath and takes a piss. He doesn’t mind that I’m there, and it doesn’t bother me, so I get his toothbrush ready.
“Hands and then teeth.”
He mutters some more but washes his hands and opens his mouth.
I shake my head with a chuckle before placing his toothbrush in his mouth. “You can brush your own teeth.”
He does a half-assed job, but he’s obviously too tired for more.
“Alright, into bed.” I pull back the covers.
He shakes his head but climbs in and hugs his pillow close. I move the covers back up and tuck them around him.
I find myself staring at this handsome man. He looks so sweet and vulnerable right now, and I get a stirring of warm feelings in my chest. Which is new for me.
Shit.
I gotta get out of here, but I pause. I have to give him one last kiss. If I leave without saying something, I might never see him again, and I’m not sure if I’m okay with that. Something about him makes me want more.
I shake my head.
That’s crazy talk. So, I bend and give him a kiss on the forehead, but when I pull away, he grabs my wrist.
“Stay? Please?”
