Lucien - Silvia Violet Page 0,36

cheekbones. “Such a good boy, Peter. I’m proud of you. You stayed so still. That wasn’t easy, was it?”

I shook my head as much as I was able.

“But you didn’t give up.” I did my best to smile at him around his cock. He ran a finger through the wetness on my chin, then stroked my lips as I kept them stretched around him. “I’m tempted to fuck your face again, but I had a different sort of reward in mind.”

He scooted his chair back, and his cock fell from my mouth. I licked my lips and flexed my jaw.

“Are you all right, baby?”

“I… Yes.” I was more than all right. I was proud of myself for meeting the challenge and pleasing him. The way he was looking at me, like he was truly proud was almost reward enough.

“Good.” He held out his hand to me. “Stand up, clear some space on my desk, and bend over it.”

My legs were half asleep, so I was clumsy at first as I tried to get my feet under me. Lucien steadied me, then sat patiently watching me as I moved papers, a tablet, a paperweight, and pens out of the way, dropped my pants, and lay over his desk as instructed. The cool wood felt good against my overheated body.

I’d been shocked the first time Lucien had taken my cock in his mouth, but that was nothing compared to how I felt when he knelt behind me, pulled my cheeks apart, and blew warm breath on my hole.

“L-Lucien?”

“Have you been rimmed before, Peter?”

“I… um…” I had to swallow before I could speak. “No.” I’d never had the nerve to ask for it, and most of the men I’d been with just wanted to get off quickly.

“I like that I get to be your first.” He licked me from my balls all the way to the base of my spine, and I shuddered.

“Please.”

He laughed, the sound warm. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to stop. Enjoy your reward.”

I gasped when he flicked the tip of his tongue over my pucker. As he continued to tease me with the tip of his tongue, I gripped the front edge of his desk tightly, glad I had something to hold on to.

His hands dug into my ass, squeezing hard enough to hurt, but I didn’t care because he thrust his tongue into me, and it was the most incredible sensation I’d ever felt.

He hummed against me. “You love that don’t you?”

“Yes. God, yes. Don’t stop.”

He didn’t. He tongue fucked my ass until my cock was so hard I was sure I was going to come without being touched. All my muscles felt like they’d gone liquid.

I whimpered when Lucien released me and sat back in his chair. I turned my head to look at him and saw him coat his now sheathed cock with lube. Had he started keeping those supplies in his desk drawer rather than his bathroom? If he’d created them from thin air, I wouldn’t have been surprised at that point. He was fucking magic.

He positioned me so I could ease down on his cock, and I sucked in my breath as he stretched me. I welcomed the sting, needing something to anchor me after wondering if I might float away on pleasure as my hardass mafia boss tongued me.

He held my hips, guiding me farther onto him. “Take it all.”

I held the edge of his desk to steady myself. My thigh muscles quivered with the strain, but no way in hell was I going to stop. I wanted every inch of him. I wanted everything he was willing to give me. I didn’t care if that made me crazy or desperate or what-the-hell ever. Yes, he’d sat right there while I held his cock in my mouth and casually talked about killing a man. That should have scared me more than it did. He was also demanding as fuck, but he’d never hurt me.

As soon as my ass pressed against him, he lifted me. “Fuck, I love watching my cock stretch your hole.”

I bit my lip, trying to hold in my whimpers.

“Good boy. You’ve got to keep quiet in here. All those gorgeous sounds are only for me.”

“Y-yes, sir.” I tried to lower myself again, but he held me still.

“I’m in charge.”

He sure as hell was, and I wanted it that way. He was everything I’d dreamed of as long as I didn’t let myself think about the danger he’d placed me in