Chapter 6 #2
I did, until the denim of my jeans around my ankles constricted my movement. He finally released my balls only to grab my cock and give it a few strokes. My thighs were already shaking, and he’d barely touched me.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he said softly. He kissed one cheek, then the other, his lips trailing close to my cleft.
“This view I have right now…” he spread me, and my heart pounded like a steam train.
He didn’t move for a long while. Was he just back there staring at my hole?
Fuck, this was too much. I curled my bound hands into fists.
His thumbs began to move, drawing small circles as they inched toward my hole. “Do you realize how perfect you are?”
I squeezed my eyes shut until they burned. I wasn’t perfect. I was Husk, I was a piece of meat, I was…
My brain scrambled when Con spit onto my hole. I jerked at the sound of the wet splat and the warmth of his saliva as it dripped down my crack, and taint to drip off my balls. I registered his breath misting over my hole a moment before his tongue lapped at the entrance.
I jolted on the desk, my eyes flying open. “Holy fuck!”
Con gripped my bound wrists with one hand and my hip with the other. “Stay still.”
I was breathing hard, trying not to squirm and failing. No one had ever done this to me before. This was intimate and dirty and felt so fucking good. “I’ll stay still, just…”
There was a smile to Con’s voice. “Just what?”
“Just…” I squeezed my eyes shut so tightly that I felt a tears pool at the corners. “Just…”
“Just...?”
“Fuck!” I shouted as I bucked in his grip. “Don’t stop. Please, Con. Please don’t stop.”
I thought he’d take mercy on me, but he didn’t. “Please don’t stop what?”
I growled and knocked my forehead on the desk. “Fuck you.”
“Well, that’s not going to get what you want.”
“Oh my God,” I spoke through gritted teeth. I bucked again and felt my hole clench around nothing. He blew on it, cooling the saliva. He was a madman.
His voice was a low rumble. “Please, Con, lick my hole. Eat it. Say it, Tav.”
I let out a roar of frustration. “Please Con, lick my hole. Eat me. Oh God, please do it, and then fuck me.”
“Fucking perfect,” he muttered. And when he leaned in again this time, he didn’t relent.
His tongue slid down my crack and lapped at my hole.
He slobbered until his spit dripped from me to land on the tangle of clothes at my ankles.
He worked the tip of his tongue inside, loosening my muscles, setting my nerves on fire.
I couldn’t stop bucking against the desk, and every time my cock hit the handle of his drawer, a zing of pain lanced through me that sent my head spinning with lust and need.
He held me with a tight grip on my hips, and sometimes he’d give a pleased little groan that vibrated against my ass and sent a shudder up through my spine.
My brain melted to goo. My vision had gone blurry five minutes ago, and I was pretty sure a puddle of drool was going to stain this fucking desk.
I mumbled, rambled, cursed, shouted his name. Maybe I said my name. I didn’t know anymore. I couldn’t get off this way, and I knew Con wanted it that way. He wanted to see me suffer, he wanted to make me squirm and go out of my mind, and he was sure succeeding at that.
Just when I thought I would burst into tears, the warm, wet of his tongue left my body.
His chair squeaked and he pressed a kiss to the bare skin on the small of my back where my shirt had rucked up in my struggles.
His lips paused there for a moment. He might have moved them.
Mouthed a word. I couldn’t be sure. I opened my eyes as his office sort of came into focus through my hazy vision.
The heat of his body left me, and I couldn’t hold back a pathetic whisper. His hand settled on my flank, as if he knew I was worried about him abandoning me. He made some sort of shushed murmur as if to settle me. And it worked.
Something drizzled down my cleft. Lube. His fingers drifted down until he pressed two inside of me.
I was so loose from his tongue that my body barely gave little resistance.
It was then I heard another sound in the room over my pounding heart and pants.
His rasped, heavy breathing. He was as affected as I was. Good.
He withdrew his fingers and a moment later, an empty condom wrapper dropped onto the desk near my head.
Again, I took a moment to be sad about it.
And then I felt his broad cock head at my entrance, all hardness covered by soft velvety skin.
I pressed back to get him inside of me faster, but he held me firm. “What’s your name?”
I curled my fingers into fists and closed my eyes. My full name was four syllables. About two seconds. That was all it would take, in theory. But in reality, telling him my name was like handing over a pound of flesh. So all I said was, “If I told anyone my name, it’d be you, Con. It’d be you.”
He slammed into me so hard, the mammoth desk jolted.
I grunted against the pain, because I knew it’d turn over to pleasure soon.
One thrust, two… there it was. He gripped my hips, digging into my flesh, and fucked me hard.
This wasn’t the sleepy way he’d taken me on my back in his bed in the early morning light.
This was tension and frustration and a whole lot of stress taken out on my ass.
His office filled with moans and grunts, the creak of his desk, the rasp of skin against skin.
His strokes were perfect—the right force, the right angle.
Everything about Con was so fucking perfect.
I’d give him everything if I could, but I couldn’t.
This was all I could give. This was all I could get, so this is what it had to be for now.
He didn’t speak this time. No filthy dirty talk. No more telling me how perfect I was. This was hard and fast and mad. I hated it and loved it. I wanted more of his anger and also wished he’d turn me on my back, cup my face, and let me look into his blue eyes as he came.
I wasn’t ready when he reached down and wrapped his fingers around my shaft. I wanted this to last forever, but it couldn’t, not with his cock pounding me just right and his hand deftly stroking me.
“Come,” he growled. And my orgasm hit me on command, spearing through me like a lightning rod.
I opened my mouth on a loud groan and ground my face into his desk.
My dick erupted, loudly splattering my cum on his floor.
In my channel, I felt his cock pulse, and he moaned long and low as he filled the condom with the cum he withheld from me.
My legs threatened to give out, and if Con wasn’t supporting me by leaning on me, I might have fallen. His body coated mine, his breath on my back, his head between my shoulder blades. I closed my eyes, relishing his weight, the feel of him still inside of me.
But we couldn’t stay like that forever. He straightened and untied my wrists before easing out of me.
I brought my hands under me and slowly stood, testing my legs to make sure they’d support me, then I pulled up my jeans.
When I turned around, Conrad was sitting in his desk chair, his pants still open, soft cock resting against his inner thigh.
One elbow was propped up on the armrest, his chin propped up on his fingers.
But the worst part was that he wasn’t watching me.
His gaze was on the large windows to our left where the city’s night lights twinkled in the distance.
I didn’t have his attention anymore. This was it. He was going to tell me never to contact him again. He’d gotten another fuck out of it, and so had I. We should part ways friendly-like, right? Then why did I feel like I wanted to throw up?
When he withdrew his gaze from the window, he tucked himself back into his pants and took his time fastening them.
He was tie-less now, his shirt open at the top, his hair disheveled.
He looked well-fucked. I couldn’t imagine what I looked like.
I couldn’t get myself to leave. I stayed where I was, ass sore, and very aware that I’d bitten teeth marks in the top of his desk as he’d railed me on it.
Finally, his blue gaze settled on me, and a decision was there.
My gut rolled, and I swallowed around a clog in my throat.
He gestured for me to come to him, and I did.
Without a thought, I dropped to my knees between his spread legs and rested my chin on his thigh.
He sighed heavily before lifting a shaky hand and running it through my hair. I wanted to weep but held back.
“Normally, I’d tell you to come by whenever you want, that we’d keep this casual. And it’d be fine,” he said, his voice rough.
I watched him and kept silent.
“But I don’t think I can do that with you. No, let me rephrase that. I can’t do that with you. This last month…” He rubbed a hand over his lips. “I told myself it was for the best I didn’t know how to find you. Because if I did, I would have tracked you down.”
I thanked my past self for keeping my damn mouth shut. Just the thought of Con at my apartment, seeing me work, watching me fight made me want to hurl.
His thigh quivered beneath me. “If you come see me again, then that’s it.
It means you’re mine. It means you can’t sneak off in the middle of the night.
You’ll give me something other than a shortened first name.
” He swallowed. “And if not, then this is it. The last time we see each other. Your choice, Tav.”
He knew more about me than he realized, but I couldn’t tell him that. He’d laid down the ultimatum, and I hated it. The thought of never seeing Con again made me want to jump off the roof. But honestly what was I doing? I had to let him go. I had to let this go.
I rose to my feet, unable to look at him in the eye and left his office without looking back. It wasn’t until I was parking my motorcycle in front of my apartment building that I realized we hadn’t even kissed for the last time.