Page 15 of The Fighter

He ran his hands over my shoulders and down my spine. “Why did you leave my apartment in the middle of the night?”

I went with the simplest answer. “I had to be somewhere.”

His hands left my body. Something creaked, and when I heard the wheels, I realized it was his office chair. When he spoke again, his voice was coming from a lower angle, like he’d sat down behind me. “If you didn’t have to be somewhere, would you have stayed until morning?”

I would have stayed forever.“Yeah, I would have stayed.”

His hands ran over my ass, down the backs of my thighs and then up. My nerves lit up like wildfire as his nails draggedalong the sensitive skin of my groin. Then they shifted higher until they vanished completely. Then suddenly he closed his hand around my balls and squeezed. I opened my mouth on a soundless moan on his desk. I shifted my weight, unsure if I wanted him to squeeze harder, let me go, torture me more, or put me out of his misery. But his hand stayed where it was, tensing and relaxing around my sensitive balls until I was panting.

“Did you clean before you came here?”

I came with the intention of getting fucked, so hell yeah. “Yes.”

“Spread your legs as far as you can,” he said.

I did, until the denim of my jeans around my ankles constricted my movement. He finally released my balls only to grab my cock and give it a few strokes. My thighs were already shaking, and he’d barely touched me.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he said softly. He kissed one cheek, then the other, his lips trailing close to my cleft. “This view I have right now…” he spread me, and my heart pounded like a steam train. He didn’t move for a long while. Was he just back there staring at my hole? Fuck, this was too much. I curled my bound hands into fists. His thumbs began to move, drawing small circles as they inched toward my hole. “Do you realize how perfect you are?”

I squeezed my eyes shut until they burned. I wasn’t perfect. I was Husk, I was a piece of meat, I was…

My brain scrambled when Con spit onto my hole. I jerked at the sound of the wet splat and the warmth of his saliva as it dripped down my crack, and taint to drip off my balls. I registered his breath misting over my hole a moment before his tongue lapped at the entrance.

I jolted on the desk, my eyes flying open. “Holy fuck!”

Con gripped my bound wrists with one hand and my hip with the other. “Stay still.”

I was breathing hard, trying not to squirm and failing. No one had ever done this to me before. This was intimate and dirty and felt so fucking good. “I’ll stay still, just…”

There was a smile to Con’s voice. “Just what?”

“Just…” I squeezed my eyes shut so tightly that I felt a tears pool at the corners. “Just…”

“Just...?”

“Fuck!” I shouted as I bucked in his grip. “Don’t stop. Please, Con. Please don’t stop.”

I thought he’d take mercy on me, but he didn’t. “Please don’t stop what?”

I growled and knocked my forehead on the desk. “Fuck you.”

“Well, that’s not going to get what you want.”

“Oh my God,” I spoke through gritted teeth. I bucked again and felt my hole clench around nothing. He blew on it, cooling the saliva. He was a madman.

His voice was a low rumble. “Please, Con, lick my hole. Eat it.Say it, Tav.”

I let out a roar of frustration. “Please Con, lick my hole. Eat me. Oh God, please do it, and then fuck me.”

“Fucking perfect,” he muttered. And when he leaned in again this time, he didn’t relent. His tongue slid down my crack and lapped at my hole. He slobbered until his spit dripped from me to land on the tangle of clothes at my ankles. He worked the tip of his tongue inside, loosening my muscles, setting my nerves on fire. I couldn’t stop bucking against the desk, and every time my cock hit the handle of his drawer, a zing of pain lanced through me that sent my head spinning with lust and need.

He held me with a tight grip on my hips, and sometimes he’d give a pleased little groan that vibrated against my ass and sent a shudder up through my spine. My brain melted to goo. My visionhad gone blurry five minutes ago, and I was pretty sure a puddle of drool was going to stain this fucking desk.

I mumbled, rambled, cursed, shouted his name. Maybe I said my name. I didn’t know anymore. I couldn’t get off this way, and I knew Con wanted it that way. He wanted to see me suffer, he wanted to make me squirm and go out of my mind, and he was sure succeeding at that.

Just when I thought I would burst into tears, the warm, wet of his tongue left my body. His chair squeaked and he pressed a kiss to the bare skin on the small of my back where my shirt had rucked up in my struggles. His lips paused there for a moment. He might have moved them. Mouthed a word. I couldn’t be sure. I opened my eyes as his office sort of came into focus through my hazy vision.

The heat of his body left me, and I couldn’t hold back a pathetic whisper. His hand settled on my flank, as if he knew I was worried about him abandoning me. He made some sort of shushed murmur as if to settle me. And it worked.