Chapter Thirty
Danny
I bounced up to Ezra’s office in the best mood I’d been in for weeks.
Barring a few minor hiccups, everything had gone much better than I’d anticipated today and now I was finally going to get fucked over Ezra’s desk.
And if it didn’t happen now, I was going to throw such a fucking tantrum because, after the shitshow of the last twenty-four hours, I deserved this.
Charlie had asked what I was doing after training and I’d made vague allusions to waiting for Ezra so we could go home together, and he’d been sensible enough not to ask for more details.
I didn’t bother knocking—because who else was going to be coming into his office?—and instead stuck my head around the door with a grin on my face.
“Don’t you ever knock, puppy?” Ezra asked, not looking up from where he was tapping away on his keyboard, eyes fixed on his monitor.
“Why should I? You know it’s me.”
“I could be in a meeting, or Adam could be here.”
“But you’re not, though,” I said, sliding through the door and shutting it behind me, flicking the lock across and giving the door handle a wiggle to make sure it was secure. I didn’t want anyone disturbing us.
“Next time, knock please. Or you won’t get what you want.”
I grinned as I walked over to him, watching with glee as he tried to ignore me.
He was trying to play all big, bad, scary boss man, and it was hot.
He wasn’t going to be able to keep it up, though.
“You keep telling me there’s going to be consequences, but so far I’ve not seen any.
I guess you could spank me again. That would be fun. ”
He chuckled quietly, the sound going straight to my dick, because it wasn’t an amused laugh. It was one that said I was getting in deep and I wasn’t going to like what happened. But I definitely would, though. There hadn’t been anything we’d tried that I hadn’t enjoyed.
Ezra turned his monitor off and spun slowly in his chair, looking up at me. “I could, but I wouldn’t. I’d make you sit and wait for me. No dick sucking, no cock warming, no humping my leg, no fingering, no fucking, and no touching yourself either. Nothing.”
“You wouldn’t,” I said, outraged that he’d even suggest something so mean.
“I might.”
“See, even you know it’s too much.”
“Maybe, but it was fun seeing your face when I said it.” He grinned up at me as I stepped closer and leant over him, putting my hands on the arms of his chair to box him in. “Do you want something, puppy?”
“Yes,” I said, lowering my head so we were nose to nose. He was close enough that I could practically taste him. “I want you to bend me over this desk and fuck me.”
He smirked. “Have you been a good boy today? Do you deserve my cock?”
“I’ve been really fucking good. I did all my reps, didn’t complain once during training, talked Charlie through his proposal, and I came out. So yeah, I’ve been fucking amazing today and I deserve to come.”
“I’m so proud of you,” he said, putting his hands on my hips, his fingers finding the skin between my tank top and my jeans. Because, yeah, I’d even put jeans on for this shit. They made my arse look amazing, and I’d wanted to show Ezra exactly what was his.
His touch sent shivers across my skin and I moaned softly. “Thanks.” I brushed my lips over his, tasting the last of his afternoon coffee.
“Let me show you how proud of you I am.”
He put his hand on my neck as he claimed my mouth in a hungry kiss and I practically fell into his lap as my body melted. His tongue pressed between my lips and drew another moan from deep within my chest. “We can’t be too long, puppy,” he murmured as he nipped my lip.
“Good, fuck me hard and fast. Treat me like a slut, Ezra. I fucking need it.”
“Then bend over the desk, slut, and stick that pretty arse out for me.”
I almost tripped over my feet as I let go of his chair and tried to step back, but Ezra caught me by the waistband of my jeans. “Careful. Don’t hurt yourself.”
“I won’t. I’m just… fuck, Ezra, I’m so horny! All this waiting is killing me.”
“Me too, baby. Been wanting to do this for ages. You’re gonna look so pretty bent over for me.”
I stole another desperate kiss as I undid my jeans and shoved them down my thighs, pushing my underwear with them but only the barest amount. I’d put sexy pants on, but I could show them to Ezra later. Now was not the time for a slow strip or sexy pants.
Putting my hands on his desk, I pushed my arse out and wiggled it teasingly, watching over my shoulder as he unbuttoned his shirt to show off his sexy-as-fuck chest before he unbuckled his belt. “Show off,” I said with a grin.
“You love it.” He winked. “Do you have any supplies? Because if not, this is gonna be fucking short-lived.”
I rolled my eyes and shot him a withering look. “There’s lube in my bag. Also, my test results came back negative this afternoon. I got a notification during training. So if you want to use a condom, we can, but if not…”
“Do you want my cum, puppy? Want to go home full and leaking, soaking your boxers and knowing that you’re mine?
” He reached into his tight underwear to stroke his cock, a rumbling groan mingling with his words as he continued, “Mmm, imagine if someone saw you, all properly dressed but dripping my load. Do you think they’d know?
Do you think you’d be able to talk to them without blushing and wiggling? Or would you give it away?”
I whined because, fuck, that sounded hot. I already knew I’d be shuffling in my seat on the way home wanting to feel that wetness, knowing it would keep me desperate and turned on. If he didn’t follow me home to fuck me again, I’d be jerking off as soon as I got inside.
“You like that idea, don’t you?” Ezra asked.
“Y-Yeah.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll send you home nice and full. And then I’ll follow you so I can put another load in that tight hole as soon as you shut the door.”
“Please,” I said with a needy moan. “Stop talking and give it to me.”
Ezra smirked as he pulled his hand out of his boxers. “Don’t worry, I will.”
He bent down and rummaged in the bag I’d dumped near his desk to pull out the lube.
It was the already open bottle from beside my bed, but if we did this often, I’d get another bottle to live in my bag.
“I’m going to open you up for me now,” he said as he moved to stand behind me.
“I’m going to be faster than usual, but if it hurts or you need me to slow down, I want you to tell me, okay? ”
“Okay.”
“Good boy.”
My cock throbbed as the bottle clicked open, like some sort of fucking Pavlovian reaction. I gasped, dropping my forearms to the desk to push my arse further out as Ezra drizzled lube down my crack, the cool liquid sending a shiver across my skin.
He slid his fingers between my cheeks, teasingly circling my hole and tapping the sensitive skin.
“Fu-fuck!” I said with a groan, trying desperately to keep my voice down as Ezra pressed a finger inside me.
This was what I’d needed all fucking day, and the fact that all I could see in front of me was the polished surface of Ezra’s desk and his corkboard covered in random notes and marketing plans made it even hotter.
He began to fuck me with his finger before adding a second and stretching me open.
The burn was more intense than usual, but it soon faded as Ezra curled his fingers and rubbed them over my prostate.
Stars burst behind my eyes, delicious heat running through my body and making my sore muscles tingle.
“That’s enough. I’m ready,” I said, whining with need as Ezra thrust his fingers deep inside me. “I need your cock.”
“Yeah, baby? Does my pretty slut need to get fucked?” Ezra asked, putting his hand on my hip and pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
His other hand grasped my aching cock, stroking it slowly as he angled it towards him and gently tucked it over the waistband of my pants so I’d be less likely to get cum all over his desk.
Fuck, maybe I’d shoot all down the outside of my underwear instead. Then I’d have to go home in boxers soaked with both our cum. I’d probably be so hard in the car that one tiny wiggle and a press of my hand would make me come in them again before I even got home.
“Yes! Fuck me, please.”
“Mmm, how can I resist when you ask so nicely? Such a good boy for me,” Ezra said as he lined the fat head of his cock up with my pucker. Our groans filled the air as he pushed inside me with one smooth, deep, slow thrust. The stretch was everything and it felt like I was being split in two.
“That’s it,” he murmured as his balls brushed against my arse, his hand coming up to my shoulder to keep me bent over.
I gasped as he slowly began to rock his hips, filthy praise filling the air as he started to fuck me.
“Fuck, you have such a perfect arse. It’s so tight.
Feels so fucking good around my cock. Can’t wait to fill you up and watch my cum drip out of you.
Gonna make such a mess of you, puppy. But you love that, don’t you? Love being a messy boy for me.”
“Fucking love it,” I said with a groan as he pulled his cock out until he was barely inside…
then he slammed back into me, knocking all the breath from my lungs in a needy moan.
His thrusts were smooth, hard, deep, each one fucking perfect.
Pleasure overwhelmed me as he pounded me, and I had to close my eyes before the room started spinning, the notes on the corkboard all blending into one.
My legs began to shake, my cock throbbing as my balls pulled up tight. I was so damn close already.
I’d wanted this for so long and I’d been worried the fantasy wouldn’t live up to my expectations. But it was so much fucking better than I’d imagined! It would be one of those things I wanked over for months.
We were definitely doing this again.
And I needed Ezra to get a fucking desk for his flat so we could defile that one too.
I bit back more groans as Ezra’s cock rubbed over my prostate, more praise falling from his lips. He seemed desperate to ruin me, to remind me that he was the only one who could make me feel like this.
“E-Ezra, I’m gonna come,” I said, his name falling off my tongue in a whispered prayer as the oncoming rush of my orgasm filled me. I’d thought he’d been kidding about me coming untouched on his cock, but it was going to happen and I wasn’t planning to stop it. I deserved it.
“Yeah? Gonna come on my cock like a good boy?”
“Y-Yeah.”
“Go on then, come for me, puppy. If you do, I’ll fill you up.”
I nodded, whining and moaning as I lost control. My cock pulsed as I came, my arse squeezing around Ezra’s dick as my legs shook, my fists clenching and back bending as I pushed back against Ezra, trying to get as much of his shaft inside me as possible.
“That’s it, fucking love it when you come. This arse is so perfect,” Ezra said, his voice low and broken. He was losing control too.
And I was going to tip him over the edge.
“Fill me up,” I said, twisting my head around to look at him as he fucked me, his pace starting to falter. “Give me your cum, Ezra. Make a mess of me. Please? Want to be dripping with it.”
Ezra’s cock throbbed as he shot his load deep into my arse, his hips jerking as he fucked it into me, like he wanted to paint my insides with his cum. His hand gripped my shoulder tightly, fingers digging into my muscles.
“So good for me,” he said softly as he released me, leaning forward to kiss the back of my neck. “Was that what you wanted?”
“Mmm, yes,” I said as I stretched gently, tilting my head around so I could kiss him.
“You want to do it again, don’t you?”
“Obviously. And you need to get a desk for your flat.”
“I’m still inside you and you’re already making demands.”
“It’s part of my charm,” I said, shooting him a wink and grinning.
Ezra pulled out slowly and I pursed my lips as I felt the first bit of cum trickle out of me. It was both hot and weird. I glanced down and smirked when I realised a little of my cum had splattered on the floor and the rest had spurted across my pants. Oh well, might as well add more.
I reached down and pulled my boxers and jeans up, squirming slightly as the wet fabric clung to my butt, reminding me exactly what I’d done.
“You like that, don’t you?” Ezra asked, smacking my butt and making me gasp. “Filthy boy.”
“You know I do,” I said, turning around so I could snake my arms around his neck and kiss him. “Take me home and fuck me again? I’ll make you dinner afterwards. And I’ve got vodka too—I bought a bottle of Grey Goose.”
“You spoil me.” He kissed me. “But I think you’ll find I’ll be making dinner. You’ll be too worn out.”
“Oh, will I?” I asked with a smirk, my heart fizzing with delight.
“Absolutely.” Another kiss and I practically melted.
This man really had ruined me. Not just in a sexy way but for everything else too. There was no way anyone else would ever measure up to him. He wasn’t perfect, but neither was I.
And who needed perfect anyway? It was pointless and overrated.
I wanted Ezra just the way he was, sarcasm, broken heart, grey hair, perfect cock, and all.
There was nobody else I wanted to give my heart to. Nobody else I trusted with it.
Ezra had proven he would take care of me in a way nobody else would, and I’d do the same in return.
Yeah, he had baggage and scars, but so did I.
Everyone was broken in some way, but I’d realised that relationships were about finding that person who saw your broken parts and loved you in spite of them.
Who gave you an umbrella when it felt like it would never stop raining.
He was my shelter, and I would be his.
And I was a stubborn wanker. Once I’d made up my mind about something, I wasn’t changing it.
“All right, let’s go,” I said, grabbing the lube off the desk and throwing it into my bag. “You’ve got promises to keep. And you know how impatient I am.”
Ezra chuckled as he did up his trousers. “Of course, it’s part of your charm.”