Chapter 14
FOURTEEN
Rhett
While I fucked Shane on top of my desk, I had a moment of clarity and realized that my office door wasn’t locked.
Anyone could walk in and see two men having one hell of a time together.
Even if nothing came of this, I could spend the rest of my life fucking Shane and be a very happy individual.
He gave as good as he got. Sure, he was submissive and exactly what I needed in that area, but he took every savage thrust, every dirty word, every rough touch, and embraced it with open arms.
Keeping my mouth locked on Shane’s, I reveled in the way his ass clenched around my cock. He was tight, his body gripping me with each thrust.
He moaned my name, the sound muffled by my tongue being deep in his mouth.
Before I could stop myself, I broke the kiss and leaned back.
Letting my eyes roam down the length of him, I rather enjoyed the state he was currently in.
His clothes were unkempt and wrinkled, his cock thick and flaccid after having the orgasm I gave him.
My gaze slid lower, watching my cock thrust in and out of him.
When I realized what I had done, a wicked grin spread on my face.
His Adam’s apple bobbed.
“I’m fucking you raw, baby boy.” I was man enough to admit that wanting him had taken over all rational thought.
“I can feel you,” he whispered.
Pulling out of him, I took a step back, watching his asshole pucker at the loss.
“Bend over the desk,” I demanded, my voice rough.
Shane did as he was told, like the good little submissive he was.
When he was standing in front of me, facing the desk, I didn’t wait and shoved him over the edge of it. He grunted, his hips slamming into the hard wood.
Before he could brace himself, I thrust my dick back into his tight little hole, earning me a shout of surprise.
“Oh, Shane.” I ran my fingers through the hair at the back of his head. “You should be used to me by now.” I gripped the soft strands of hair, ripping his head back to expose his throat. “Are you ready for me to breed this ass?”
“Yes.” He pushed back into me, his ass fucking greedy for that cream.
“Good boy.” Leaning back, I gripped his hips and began giving us both what we wanted. My hips powered into him, his sounds of pleasure building.
His body clenched around me, and I knew that he was on the verge of coming again.
I didn’t care. He could come ten more times and cover my floor with all that seed.
I needed his pleasure. No, I fucking craved it.
I enjoyed making him feel good. I enjoyed unleashing my kinks on him.
If he told me he wasn’t into anything I had done so far, I would never do it again.
But he never said anything. In fact, it only seemed to make him want it even more.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” My cock powered into him, his ass gripping me so damn tight, a slight sting traveled up the length of my dick. But I couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t stop. Both of us needed this.
“Please, Rhett,” he begged. “Please come inside me.”
“Fuck, yes, yes, I’m gonna come so damn hard.”
Shane lifted to his hands and began meeting me thrust for thrust. The movements became harder and faster. We worked together, building up that pleasure, getting us both ready for that release.
Leaning over him, I cupped the side of his head and crushed my mouth to his. I swallowed his moans while he drank up my own.
“Come for me, baby,” he whispered.
“Fuck.” I shivered, a hard tingle racing up my spine, shooting through every inch of me. A loud shout left me, his name falling from my lips like a rough plea for more.
He grinned against my mouth, sucking my bottom lip between his teeth before biting down.
The sharp sting made me jump, a low growl leaving me.
Shane chuckled. “That was…”
“Fucking amazing,” I finished for him.
“It really was.” He licked along my lips, attempting to deepen the kiss but from his position, he didn’t have much control over that.
I grinned, sucking and nipping at his mouth.
My cock, still deep inside of him, began to swell once again.
“Holy shit.”
I stiffened at the new voice filling the room. My head snapped up.
Shane gasped.
Brady was standing in the doorway to my office. His eyes were wide, his mouth open like he just had the shock of his life. Which in this case, it probably was.
“I…I’m sorry.” He slammed the door closed.
Shit.