Chapter 27
Roys didn’t often invite me like this. Our rendezvous happened in the late hours when we were less likely to be caught.
Although his office was a fair way from the communal area, I hesitated in the hall, double-checking no one followed.
The doors opened. Inside, Roys sat behind the desk.
The door buzzed, signaling the locking mechanism.
Our eyes met. His were half-mast, tempting as endless open space.
Much like our first encounter, I waited for him to change his mind.
Roys would come to his senses and request we meet after the others slept.
“Come here,” he purred instead.
I was the type to risk getting caught, not him, but now he watched me with those hungry eyes, and I was a fool in many ways, but saying no to this wasn’t one of them. My long strides cut the space between us where he guided me onto his lap for a kiss heated from the start.
His dull nails scraped against my sides so he could relish my shivers.
He sucked on my tongue with his palm rubbing me through my pants.
When I dared to reach for his belt, he yanked my wrists onto the back of the chair.
Our hips picked up from where we left off in the kitchen, heating the air between us.
His hands cupped my ass, feeling me up while I clung to the chair, using it as leverage to grind.
When we retreated for breath, he growled, “On your knees.”
I loved when his voice got low like that.
I slipped out of his lap. His hand fell in my hair; the other perched on the desk.
He leaned back, watching me tug him free of his trousers.
I licked him from base to head over and over, watching his chest rise and fall with his growing pleasure.
Then I kissed and sucked his ball, and the other, before returning to his cock, using my tongue to play with him.
His grip tightened. He pushed down, and I obeyed.
There I stayed, feeling him harden in my mouth and tasting him in all his glory.
“You’re such a good boy sucking off your captain so well,” he purred and shoved my head down harder. It was the caves all over again, and it had my heart racing. “And you like sucking my cock, don’t you?” His fingers dug into my scalp and yanked.
I gasped as he slipped from me. “Yes, sir.”
I drank the precome from his head before he had me bobbing my head at a speed that made my jaw ache. Hearing him groan made my hand drop between my legs.
“Stop,” he warned. “Focus on me.”
My eyes strayed up his heaving chest to those dark eyes watching me.
“You can come when I tell you to.”
I shuddered, and his lips parted in a low moan as my tongue traced the vein under his head.
My arousal pulsed painfully. To stop from touching myself, I tested settling my hand under his firm chest and playing with his pecs.
Roys leaned into the attention, and there I stayed, squeezing and sucking, my body humming with unrivaled need.
Then Roys wrenched me away and tugged me onto my feet. I leaned against him, savoring the way he ripped up my shirt so he could kiss a slow trail over my chest. His fingers ran down my back to spread my cheeks. His middle finger circled my hole, making my knees shake.
“Take off your shirt,” he said.
I did what he asked, shivering when he grabbed my arms and forced them behind my back, using my shirt to tie me up at the wrist. He forced me onto my back onto the desk and took his rightful place between my legs, licking his lips as his eyes roved over me.
“You look so good like this, like you’re just begging to be fucked. Tell me you want this.”
“I want this,” I moaned. Then we were grinding, his hands on my ankles, his cock between my cheeks, teasing of what would tear me apart in the best of ways. “I want you to fuck me, Captain.”
He retreated to rid himself of his clothes, save those armguards that somehow made him even hotter. Hands on my ass, he spread me, spit on his thumb and rubbed my hole.
“Do you want me to use my fingers?” he asked, then leaned in to lick. I cursed and tried pressing back, but he held me in place. “Or my tongue?”
“Your tongue.”
“Good boys should use their manners.”
“Fuck, your tongue, please.”
He chuckled, his hot breath warming my cheeks before he licked. My hands struggled against their binding, yearning to grab onto reality before Roys utterly destroyed it. His hands massaged my ass, keeping my cheeks spread to work his wonders. Every part of me craved him and what more he could do.
“You make such beautiful sounds.” His tongue thrust in a maddening rhythm that had my hips undulating.
“Don’t stop, and I’ll keep making them.” I cursed when his hand fell on my cock. His tongue fucked me while his thumb pressed against my tip to smear the precome over his fingers. “Oh, fuck, Roys.”
“Liking that?”
“Yes, yes, but,” I groaned from the frantic thrusting of his tongue, “Stop, I’ll come.”
“Then give me two tonight, baby.”
I would with him giving my body his full attention.
His tongue already knew exactly what to do to make me squirm and beg.
I sputtered incoherently, unable to do more than take his overwhelming attention.
Knowing it was Roys giving me this ecstasy, that it was him slowly relaxing me for him made my body burn all the hotter.
His hand pleasured my cock, too slowly compared to his eager mouth, prolonging my ecstasy until I was thrashing against the desk.
Then it was too much, his mouth on my backside moving to my cock where he sucked hard and fast, and his fingers tracing my hole, the pleasure couldn’t sustain and my orgasm sent me reeling.
“Coming, Roys, oh fuck! So good, so good!”
Roys didn’t relent in his attention. His half-mast eyes admired his own work. When he finally departed from my breathless form, my hips tried to follow him. Roys licked his lips that had brought me to completion, eyes roving over my body. “It’s annoying how hot you look like this.”
“Worried you’ll struggle not to think about fucking me while in front of the troop?” I groaned when he brought our hips together.
“I think you’re the one struggling not to think of me. You aren’t exactly subtle when you’re staring at my ass.”
“Your ass isn’t the only one I stare at.” I shuddered when his hand fell on my throat. Roys didn’t like that, but I loved when he got riled up. He kissed me hard, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I tasted myself on his tongue. He bit my lips until they were as red as his favorite candy.
“Once I'm done fucking you, you will never be satisfied by another.” He squeezed my neck, wearing a smirk that got me even more excited.
Roys retreated to grab the lube from the console, which he coated his fingers with.
He pressed two inside, immediately thrusting and curling, making my hips twitch and his palm smack against my ass.
While those fingers fucked me, the other rubbed and tugged my balls, moving to my cock, then my chest. He pinched my nipple between his fingers, twisting in time with his fingers, and I nearly bit through my lip to keep quiet.
“Do you need a gag?” he teased.
“No,” I grinned and rolled my hips against his fingers. “You like the sounds I make.”
He twisted again. My hips jerked, three fingers now, ruthless in their penetration. By the stars, I wanted to touch him, to have his cock in my hand, to feel his muscles flex under my fingers as he drove into me. That made the restraints around my wrists more maddening, made me hard again.
When his hands abandoned me, they did so to lubricate himself.
He held firm to my ankles, pushing my thighs to my chest. With one quick thrust, he sank inside me.
I moaned, toes curling as he dragged himself out to slam back in.
He did that over and over, each a hard thrust that had us both moaning.
“It’s like your hole was made for me,” he said, grinding his hips against my ass.
"S'good," I moaned, fingers twisted into the binds. My teeth tore into my bottom lip, trying to silence the pleasure Roys so eagerly gave. There was no telling if anyone was near his office, if they could hear our sex. I burned at the thought of anyone discovering the captain taking me like this.
Roys pulled out. “You like when I talk dirty to you, don’t you?”
He slammed into me, and I cried out before I could catch the sound.
“You like when I’m in control and you can just be a good little boy getting fucked.” He settled still inside of me, making my hips squirm, trying to force him to move. He wouldn’t give in, letting me struggle and whine with that devilish grin on his face. “What did I say about answering me?”
“Yes, sir, I like it.”
His hips took a faster pace, short quick bursts to abuse that bundle of nerves inside of me. I was already falling, feeling my nerves tightening, wishing to burst once more.
“You take orders so well here, getting fucked by the superior you claim to hate. That turns you on, doesn’t it?”
I shuddered, felt the blush creeping over my body as I answered, “Yes, yes, please don’t stop."
His thrusts took me to an unfathomable high, the ecstasy coursing through my body to settle at the base of my spine. His eyes had that look, dark mirrors always reflecting my lust, how I panted and pleaded for him.
When he pulled out, I fell back onto the desk I hadn’t realized I'd risen from. My body trembled, yearning for the edge he denied. Roys leaned in to kiss me, letting me fruitlessly rub my arousal against his stomach.
“Turn over.” He used the hold on my hips to help stand me up.
I turned over and laid my chest on the desk, legs spread.
His hands massaged my cheeks, spreading them and dipping his thumb in to rub my tingling nerves.
His cock breached me, enticing another moan I couldn’t contain.
He smacked my ass before taking hold of my hips to pick up the vicious pace that had me trying to silence my voice against the desk.
Roys took me by the hair, craning my neck. He growled against my lips, “So long as I’m here to fuck you, there is no one else, understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
"That's my boy."
Roys gave me every reason to seek him out and no one else, driving into me with a force that had the desk screeching.
His hand slipped around the front of my throat, squeezing as he brought his hand down on my ass, and that was all it took.
My orgasm made my legs go numb, nerves buzzing and crying out his name.
Roys dropped his hands to my hips to fuck until he finished and I shuddered at the feeling of him inside of me.
Kissing my shoulders, he undid the shirt around my wrists.
I wiggled my aching fingers and dropped them on the cool edge of the desk.
My legs were still shaking from the intensity of my orgasm, and I wasn’t quite interested in moving yet.
Roys wasn’t either, continuing to lean over me.
His hand twisted into my hair while his lips worshipped my skin still hot from all he had done to me.
I dared to think that I wouldn’t mind staying like this, locked in his arms.
He departed, and I shivered, cold in ways no blanket or fire could warm. Roys got towels out of the console. I didn’t notice him coming closer until I cursed at the unexpected pressure of him helping to clean up. I pulled away, but his hand fell on my waist.
“Can’t you let me take care of you afterward?” Roys asked. “You don’t always have to run off to the showers alone.”
“Maybe I want to be alone afterward."
Roys frowned. I bit the inside of my cheek before I said anything else stupid.
I moved to retrieve my clothes, ensuring to put them on slowly because Roys watched. I smirked when he realized he was caught. “Got any smokes ‘round here?”
“How many times have I told you that you aren’t smoking here?”
I bit back a curse when I put on my shirt, my body still reeling from him. “You truly are only fun when your pants are off.”
He laughed, a deep sound that warmed my chest. I liked knowing that I made him laugh, multiple times tonight. Somehow that only made my heart race all the faster.
“You better get more rest. I still plan to be a total drill sergeant tomorrow,” he warned.
I wandered over for a kiss that he saw coming. He caught my neck, keeping me locked against his mouth for a long while before I could ask, “Haven’t I done more than enough to earn a special exemption?”
“Is this you admitting I’m actually too much for you?” he asked in a cooing kind of voice. “Are you finally going to let me give you some aftercare?”
“No. Get off me.” I shoved away from his hands, attempting to rub my back, even if I broke out with shivers from the affection.
Disgusted shivers, obviously.
“I’ll accept the drill sergeant, just keep that damn baby voice to yourself, sicko.”
Roys’ laughter followed me out of the room. I wandered to the showers where I scrubbed away the evidence of our meeting, humming a tune while I did.
That night, I had only good dreams where Roys and I played our games, made up more stories about the stars, and fell asleep in each other’s arms.