6. Mika #5
I blinked as I felt the grip around my dick slowly ease with my careful rocking. “Seriously? I’ve only just got into you and you’re already measuring the abuse the desk can take?”
“Well, I’m confident about the abuse my ass can take; it’s the desk I’m worried about,” he said, looking at it.
“The desk,” I said as I pulled back and snapped forward to bury myself from the halfway point and earn a startled grunt out of him, “is fine.”
“Okay then,” he gasped and gave another, sharper noise when I angled my thrust down and found the spot inside him that made his legs shake as they tried to spread wider as if that was going to get me even deeper. “Oh, fucking…don’t stop doing that.”
I was not averse to taking ‘orders’ from someone, even someone whose ass I was balls deep in, especially when they were so eager for more.
I worked my way deeper, snapping my hips to jolt his body as I gained an understanding that his confidence in his own durability was not misplaced.
I didn’t want to think of who he had been practicing with to have got to that point either.
It wasn’t like I had any right to claim he needed to stay celibate for the rest of his life, but that didn’t change the fact that a newfound rage bubbled up among the lust, and showed itself in my thrusts.
Yet not once did he complain, one hand clamped over the edge of the desk, the other bent so his fingernails bit into the surface, leaving imprints.
At no time did he stop me as I hammered away at his body, always angling down so when my cock shoved into him, he was left a whimpering, groaning mess of pleasure.
It was exactly what I remembered of our sex lives in the early days, and what I had always aspired to return to.
It was all that, and so much more, because he was taking it better than he’d ever taken it before, and I had more experience to bring to the table…
or desk, I suppose. That included being able to maintain the brutal pace I was going at for longer than I would have years ago, keeping myself from losing it.
Aidan made a strangled noise that sounded almost confused.
His eyes opened as he let out a gasp. My hips stuttered, and he made an inarticulate noise of alarm the minute it looked like I was going to stop, and there was no way in hell I was.
I kept the pace and the depth, and his back arched, pushing back as his fingernails dug grooves into the surface.
“Holy shit,” he gasped. “Seriously? Oh, fuck.”
I had a moment of confusion before I felt his body go rigid around me.
His eyes slammed shut, his expression screwing up, and he gave a low, drawn-out cry, and I was shocked as I felt him come on my cock.
I didn’t hesitate, keeping up the pace as I all but fucked the cum out of him, hammering his ass.
I realized what had happened, and I came too, hips stuttering and snapping forward to stay as deep as possible as my fingers dug into the skin of his hips while I filled him.
“The…fuck,” he gasped, groaning when I carefully pulled out and looked to see that yes, he had indeed come, the evidence of it splattered against the side of my desk. “What?”
“I think you have that sentence backward,” I told him with a laugh, needing to sit down but leaning on the desk to make sure he was okay.
“Who gives a fuck,” he breathed with a little laugh. “You just…I just came…hands free.”
“I remember you said no one had ever done that to you, but you’d made one other person do it,” I said, and when he chuckled, I blinked. “No—”
“Some things don’t change,” he said as he got up and leaned on the desk, his legs apparently not strong enough yet. “Except…that thing just changed.”
“Seriously?” I asked, eyes going wide.
“First time in my life,” he said, looking thoughtful. “That was…a weird feeling. I mean, good, definitely good! Amazing!”
I smirked at his hasty explanation and kissed him. “Shut up already, I get it.”
“You should be smug,” he told me with a chuckle, running a hand down my side.
“Oh, I’ll be smug for days,” I admitted with a laugh. “But right now I want to be smug after a shower and getting comfortable.”
“Sounds good to me,” he said, catching my hand and looking at me. There was something in his eyes, words that wanted to come out of his mouth, and I felt my throat almost close.
“Told you I could take it,” he said instead of whatever was in his head.
“And I told you the desk was fine,” I said, not sure if I was relieved or disappointed. “Damaged, but fine.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he said with a snort. “Oh, you missed it, but Colin went around to find out who wanted to go to a bar in town next weekend. Reno and I signed you up; the ones who didn’t are going to stay behind on call.”
“You what?”
“Blame Reno too.”
“Don’t throw my brother under the bus!”
“You’d do it in a heartbeat.”
“I shared a womb with that bed hog, I can throw him under whatever I want!”
“You’re still going out to have drinks and party with us, so buckle up.”
A bunch of us are going out together to loosen up with a handful of drinks?
What could go wrong?