feel first, making me jolt and clench from the sudden touch of him there.
First, he’s just rubbing, and I know I should do something. So, I press back into his hand. Just do it, Ellis. Just fucking do it. I can take it.
“Relax,” he mutters against my shoulder. And I do, enough for his finger to breach the tight entrance, and I let out a ragged gasp.
At first, it’s all wrong, and I almost panic. I can’t do this. I can’t fucking do this.
Then he pushes a little deeper, and everything changes. My spine turns into lava, pleasure sliding up until I’m choking on it. He’s only one knuckle in and I’m rocking my hips back toward him.
More.
“Slow down, baby.” He chuckles, twisting his finger a few times before adding a second and sliding a little deeper. Then he hits a spot inside of me that makes my cock jump and my eyes roll into the back of my head. Fuck yes.
I moan, my fingers clawing at the desktop.
“Just fuck me,” I say in a ragged pant, the words foreign in my ears.
But he doesn’t, not right away. He spends another few minutes prepping my hole, slicking me up, and I hear his voice grow hoarse as he does. This is turning him on, and that shit turns me on.
When he pulls his fingers out, I take my first full breath in what feels like hours, but I miss the sensation. I need it back. The top of the lube bottle clicks again, and I hear the unmistakable sound of him covering himself with it.
Then he’s there. The broad, moist tip of his cock pressing in. It’s too big, way too fucking big, but as he eases forward, he whispers, “Just bear down.” With that, he pushes inside of me, sliding all the way to the hilt, and we both groan, guttural and animalistic. Neither of us move for a moment, and I’m breathing in this new sensation of being so fucking full. Full of him.
More.
With his hands on my hips, he slides out and back in, hitting that spot again that turns my body into fire. Oh, I am not going to last long. Fuck I might come without even touching my own dick.
More, I repeat in my mind
He laughs. Oh, shit. I guess I said that out loud, but I want more. I want him faster, harder, deeper. I just want him.
Wrapping his strong arm around my chest, he pulls my body upright against his, still buried deep as he thrusts his hips hard, pinning me to the desk.
“God, you feel so good on my cock, Nash. Like you were fucking made for it.”
I reach a hand back, holding onto his leg as he pounds into me. And the minute he grabs my cock, I’m done. He doesn’t even need to stroke. He picks up his speed, fucking me harder, his masculine grunts in my ear, and I shoot right into his palm. I’m on another planet as my body shakes and explodes in pleasure. It’s all too much and not enough at the same time.
A moment later, he thrusts and tremors, emptying his cock into the condom between us. And we’re both left gasping for breath. I feel his warm breath on my neck, clutching my body, and I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to stand. I sink against his hold as he slowly pulls out, leaving me empty and missing him immediately.
It’s like coming back to earth. My head starts to clear as he disappears from the room, returning a moment later with a warm washcloth he uses against my ass and then to clean up his desk.
“This contract is fucked now,” he says, throwing away the pages that ended up crumpled or covered in cum.
“Sorry,” I mutter, pulling up my briefs and jeans. “About that.”
Ellis throws the washcloth in the wastebasket, and looks at me with sincerity. He walks up to me, touching my chest and pulling my face close to his.
“Don’t apologize. Not to me. I thought it was going to take you a lot longer to get here.”
Then, he kisses me and for a moment I forget what this is. We’re just friends. Friends who fucked.
But just once. I let my guard down once. I’m not doing it again.
20
"What the hell happened to your hand?" I ask, the moment I walk into the kitchen and notice the beet red, swollen knuckles on Nash's hand. He's opening the fridge, and I