Chapter 39 Zack
ZACK
His demand hangs in the air between us, going against every fiber of my being.
I own this building, every company that resides in it pays me to do so.
Every single person is only here because I said they could be.
This office is mine, this desk is mine, and this man, on his knees glaring at me with his sweet and filthy commands, is also mine.
Max stands back on his feet, and somehow it’s the most torturous two seconds of my entire life.
Especially when he uses my thigh to heave himself up, his palm warm and heavy against me, only promising more wicked things to come.
He just swallowed my cock like it was his own personal lollipop, and still it flickers at the sight of him, standing over me and taking off his jacket.
His black Infinite Security t-shirt is tight across his muscles, his smooth dark skin spilling from his collar and sleeves, and making my mouth go dry with need.
The last couple of weeks have made me insatiable.
I have never had more sex in my entire life, but still, with them, I somehow always need more.
I know what it is, what I feel in my heart for them, but still I can’t find the courage to tell them.
I don’t know why, it’s stupid really, especially when I saw my brother use his last breaths to tell the people he loved how he felt.
I think about how far Max and I have come, how things have changed between us, and then how they haven’t changed at all.
All we have done is added sex to our relationship, same with Lily.
I don’t treat them any differently, I still care about them as much as I always did, they’re still the two most important people in my life, and I can’t help but wonder if that’s why I haven't told them how I feel.
How long have I truly known I love them?
Have I been repressing it without realizing it?
If someone would have told me a year ago, that I would be spending every night in my sister's bed, wrapped up in her and my best friend, I would have laughed in their face. But now I can’t stay away from them.
Now every time I look at them, all I want to do is rip off their clothes and make them feel good, make them mine.
Even now Max is looking at me like he wants to rip me apart, and all I want to do is feel him sink inside of me.
Honestly, it’s all I have been thinking about.
I’ve fucked Lily until my dick is raw, then watched Max take her straight after.
We’ve fucked her together at the same time, and taken our turns on her holes, and it’s been fantastic, but still there is something missing.
I want him to fuck me.
“Come on, Royton, you might be the boss out there, but right now, in here, I’m the one calling the shots,” Max purrs, as if reading my mind, and all I can do is push to my feet and start slowly taking off my clothes.
I know he’s been taking things slow on purpose for me, but I can tell from the look in his eyes that he knows that’s over now.
That I want this, that I want him, and as he watches me unfasten button after button on my shirt, my heart starts to hammer in my chest. I’m not scared though, no, the uncontrollable beating comes from the anticipation of feeling him inside of me.
As soon as I discard my shirt, I kick my pants off and stand before him fully naked, letting him get his fill of me.
His stare eats up every inch of skin I have on display, once again lingering on the scars that mark my chest, just like always.
Like he can’t bear the thought that he almost lost me.
Still his gaze moves on, not leaving any part of me untouched, before his eyes finally come back to mine.
“Are you sure?” he asks, and I’m already nodding, stepping closer to him and pulling his mouth back down to mine.
“Fuck me, Max, make me yours.”
Six words, that’s all it takes, six words and something inside of him snaps.
His mouth collides with mine, and he kisses me like it’s his first and last day on earth at the same time, shoving me roughly into my desk.
“This is where you fucked our girl, huh?” he grunts against my mouth, nipping at my lips until I taste copper, before his tongue comes out to lap at the sting.
“You bent her over and showed her who’s boss,” he adds, pressing me harder into the desk, and I nod without even realising it.
“Mmm, well you’re not the boss now, baby, so turn around and put your hands on the desk. ”
I obey him instantly, putting myself in the same position I forced Lily into, the irony not lost on me, and I feel him grin against my skin, as he presses a kiss to the center of my spine.
“You gonna fuck me the same way I fucked her?” I ask, looking over my shoulder, as he backs away shaking his head.
“No,” he replies, reaching back behind his head and pulling off his shirt. “I’m gonna fuck you better than that.”
I scoff a laugh at that, my eyes following him, as he strips off the rest of his clothes.
“Still the same cocky prick I met back in school,” I grunt, and when he unleashes his big, thick cock, he arches a brow at me, as if to affirm his attitude is fully warranted.
Which it is, but still, fuck him for being an obnoxious asshole about it.
“And you’re still obsessed with me, so what does that say about you, Royton?” he purrs, coming to a stand right behind me, pressing the entire length of his body into mine, front to back.
The inferno inside of me intensifies at the feel of his skin against mine, his muscular arms closing around me, as he bends me over my desk until my cheek hits the mahogany.
If someone walked in here now, the sight of us would be obscene, but that thought only has my cock spurring back to life.
Especially when Max takes one of his hands and trails it along my spine, down toward my ass, pausing only slightly to massage one of my cheeks.
He pulls back for only a second, and I hear a rustle of something, before a slicked, lubricated finger glides along my crease.
My entire body goes on high alert, still not used to the foreign feeling of him inside of me, but Max wastes no time once again breaching my hole, pushing his wet finger into my tight ring of muscles.
A gritted, gasped curse leaves me, as he slides it in and out ever so slowly, too slowly in fact, and I can’t help but try and thrust back against him to search for more friction.
“Ah ah,” he warns, using his other hand to pin me in place against my desk.
“I thought I already told you that you aren’t in charge here, baby.
” He leans over me again, whispering the words in my ear, causing goosebumps to rise all along my skin, as his finger continues to work me over.
“This is my tight little fuck hole, and I’ll be the one to tell it when it’s ready for more. ”
My ass bears down at his words, allowing his fingers to slip impossibly deeper, the tightness is overwhelming, and fuck, I need more.
Not that I am granted it, Max ignores my pathetic little mewls and whines, still moving his finger at a steady pace, while his mouth stains my skin with nips and kisses.
He’s working me into a frenzy with one damn finger, I’m never going to survive his cock.
Not that I’m shocked, I’ve seen him reduce Lily to a whimpering mess, the sight so beautifully erotic, and apparently now it’s my turn.
“I wish our girl was here to see what a good boy you are being for me,” he praises, slowly slipping a second finger inside of me, as I feel the dribble of more lube.
“Shit,” I grit through my teeth, arching my back into him, still desperately needing more, as his mouth once again trails kisses along my shoulders and back up to my ear.
“You want my cock to stretch out this tight little hole, don’t you, baby?” he asks, and I’m already nodding against the wood before he has even finished speaking.
My cock is hard again and leaking all over my desk, while his fingers pump in and out of my ass, swiping over my prostate every time he pulls them back. The feeling is utterly mind-bending and addictive, and would only be better if Lily was here with us.
“Max, more, please,” I pant, more than happy to plead with him, and I feel his chuckle against my ear, his fingers still working me over in the most delicious way.
“Are you begging for my cock, Royton?” he asks teasingly.
“Yes!” I snap, too turned on to care how pathetic I sound. “Fuck me, please, I need your cock inside me,” I beg, panting, as he continues his assault on my prostate.
Thankfully he takes pity on me, dropping one more kiss to my shoulder, before he rises back to his full height and pulls out his fingers.
I hear the rustle of another packet, and when I lift my stare back to him I spy him ripping open another sachet of lube, and I can’t help but wonder if he has been carrying them around waiting for this moment.
I watch in fascination as he spreads it up and down his length meticulously, his tanned shaft now slick and shiny, before he positions himself back behind me.
“Are you ready?” He pauses for consent, because despite how much he needs the control, he still knows the value of your partner having power over you.
I only nod, both anxious and needy, before feeling his crown tease between my crease.
“Tell me if it’s too much.” Is the last thing he says, before he slowly presses his hips forward.
The sting I have recently become used to starts instantly, gentle at first, before a heavy pressure follows, as his crown pushes past my rim.
I grit my teeth, grinding my jaw at the burning sensation now flooding me, as I try to take a deep breath.
It’s so much thicker than his fingers, his thick head ripping me apart, as he slowly slides in by what I’m sure is only an inch, but feels so much deeper.