my entrance with it, making me slick all over, and then he pushed a finger inside. Then two.
I saw stars.
“Please,” I murmured. “Please, please, please…”
He removed his fingers, the vacancy nearly as uncomfortable as the initial penetration was, and then I felt the blunt, latex-covered tip of his erection at my opening.
“Waited so long for this,” he murmured to himself, and then he pressed. And pressed. Tunneling past the tight rim into my soft heat beyond.
“Since the day we met,” I agreed, my voice choked with the intensity of his invasion.
“Christ, Tobias,” he muttered when he pushed all the way in and bottomed out inside my channel. “Christ. I never—if I’d known…”
“If you’d known, what?”
“If I’d known,” he replied in a hoarse voice, “that this is what having my cock inside you would feel like, we would have done nothing but this for the past six weeks. Every day. Every hour. I would install you in my office so I could fuck you whenever I wanted. I would have you ride in every car with me so I could fuck you in the back seat before every meeting. I would have you tied to my bed so I could use you all night long.”
My erection swells even more in my hand, responding to his dirty words and his even dirtier longings. Longings I shared. To be his plaything, to be his toy, his possession.
“James,” I managed. “I think I’m going to—”
“Not yet,” he ordered, finding my cock with his hand. Instead of moving my hand out of the way, he wrapped his fingers around my own and squeezed. Stroked. Made me fuck my own fist as he fucked my ass like a man returned from war. “I want to feel it. I want to feel the minute you come for me, Tobias.”
He didn’t have to wait long. With that thick rod stroking my prostate and his big hand guiding mine, I didn’t stand a chance. With a low cry, I collapsed against the desk and emptied my cock in heavy, jolting spurts, sullying the side of my mum’s antique desk and dripping onto the rug.
I didn’t even care. It felt so good, and James’s reaction was enough to keep my cock jerking with more and more spend.
“Beautiful boy,” he breathed, his voice ragged in my ear as he pumped and pumped and pumped into me, rutting with short, vicious thrusts. “So fucking beautiful. I saw you, and I knew—I just fucking knew—you would ruin me, and so you have. I’m ruined for this, Tobias, because I never want to do anything else. We’re never doing anything else, do you understand me?” He gave me a series of slow, deep thrusts that left me gasping. “You are coming to bed with me tonight after our parents go to sleep so I can do this again, and when we leave tomorrow, you are coming to my house, and you will let me finger you and fuck you until you literally can’t stay awake anymore. You will let me play with this hole whenever I want, and I am going to see how many times I can make you come. You’ll be just as addicted to me, and you deserve it because you’ve ruined me—”
His orgasm seemed to come at him like a wave he thought he could ride. He braced his feet, his hands tightened on my body, and then he realized all at once that he was wrong, that the wave was dragging him under, and he let out a series of guttural gasps as he pounded me hard against the desk. Hard enough to move it across the rug, his low roar of primal triumph going straight to my semi-erect cock as he drove his release into me. As he pumped his condom full of his release and throbbed his way finally, finally to relief.
Even though he’d just fucked me—his nearly twenty years younger stepbrother—at our parents’ Christmas party while calling me boy and uttering all sorts of outrageous filth, James was a rather swoony gentleman about helping me clean up. After he gave me his handkerchief, he took care of the condom and helped with my clothes. By the time we were both dressed again, we were already hard and ready for a second round.
“Tonight,” he said, making me promise to meet him in his bedroom. “I’ll be quiet. But I need you again.”
“Tonight,” I consented.
“And Tobias…” He paused a moment, pulling his firm lower lip into his mouth