39. Santiago
SANTIAGO
Fisting my hair, Ariyan sucked on my tongue, the sloppy sound consuming me as he deepened the kiss.
Anger, lust, need, confusion… my head was a fucking mess while my body moved on its own.
As if in a trance, I grabbed his waist to keep him close, not letting him slip away while I violated his mouth with all the frustration he’d caused me the past few months.
Drinking in every sound he let out like a drunk, I kissed him back, fast, frantically, as if this could all end at any second.
His lips were soft, and starving for more, I shoved my tongue deeper into his mouth.
He sucked on it, letting out a deep groan that went straight to my dick before I licked the scar on his upper lip.
Nipping on it, I then dragged my tongue down to his chin and back up, eager to taste him completely.
My cock—already rock hard from just a kiss—twitched in my jeans, and I got rid of my damn shirt before grabbing him again and pulling him close.
Kissing him, I tried to access more of his mouth when he gripped my jaw and bit my bottom lip.
Hard. I could taste blood before this psycho flicked his tongue over the fresh wound, then sucked on it.
Heat surged through me, and like a dog dying for a bite, I lunged forward, slamming my mouth against his.
Still cupping my jaw, he tried holding me at bay, only to fail completely, as I forced my tongue past his lips.
He tasted so damn fine, and God only knew how one’s touch could be this addictive, to the point of losing your fucking mind.
“F-fuck,” I panted over his lips when he let out a throaty chuckle.
My balls just about burst, and my knees buckled a little, yet already starving to taste him again, I quickly retook his mouth when he reached down and cupped me over my pants.
Fucking on edge, I pushed into his palm, desperate for the friction.
His grip was firm, on the verge of painful, and I needed more.
So much fucking more.
The need to claim him burned deep inside my chest like the desire to live, and instantly, I moved my hands to his ass, but something was in my way. Before I could check what it was, Ariyan had already pulled out the gun he had tucked in the waistband of his slacks and brought it between us.
The thought of him shooting me crossed my mind, yet it didn’t stop me from reclaiming his lips.
Licking into his mouth, I twisted my tongue with his, savoring his sweet taste.
From the corner of my eye, I managed to see him placing the gun on the desk, not that I cared.
Even if he had it pressed to my head, I wouldn’t fucking stop.
Moving his hand between us, he unzipped my jeans. My breath caught as he took out my cock, and I stifled a moan, watching him wrap his fingers around my girth.
“Look at you, already leaking like a bitch.” His eyes met mine while he moved his hand up and down my shaft, a short, mean little laugh escaping him. “You plan on fucking me with this beast?”
“F-fuck,” I groaned.
He squeezed me harder. “Answer me.”
Breathing through my nose, I gritted my teeth, fighting to keep calm. “Yes.”
He huffed. “And who said I’d let you?”
The taunting look in his eyes was my last straw, and I reached for him. Grabbing his waist, I spun us around and, in a fast move, had him bent over the desk, with me right behind.
He was so fucking hot that all I wanted was to rip his slacks off and eat his ass, but could I really—
“What are you waiting for?” He shot me a daring glance over his shoulder, his eyes as wicked as ever. “Having second thoughts?”
“Like hell I am.” Grabbing his neck, I forced his head to the hardwood before pushing my jeans down to my thighs.
My pulse quickened, pounding in my ears, and I moved closer until my dick brushed against his pants, staining the dark fabric with traces of precum. The slight friction was enough to make me throb, and I hissed at the pleasure.
He chuckled, his shoulders moving as the sick sound filled the room.
“You sure you’re not a virgin?” he teased right before he pushed backward so his ass rubbed against me.
A tight, needy ache settled in my balls, and I reached down to grab his pants.
Already unbuttoned, I pulled them, along with his black boxer briefs, down to his ankles.
Finally, his bare ass was on full display for me to worship.
My mouth watered at the sight of his pink hole, my cock already aching to be buried balls-deep inside him.
“You better stretch me open before shoving that thing in me,” he warned, snapping me back to my senses.
Having no lube, I spit into my hand, then brought it to his hole.
He let out a low hiss as I pressed the pad of my fingers to his rim, his body shuddering after I pushed past his entrance.
My knuckles were still wounded from the fight, and they burned with the slightest friction.
What was more, having bandages on didn’t help, but I savored the pain, as it only turned me on to push my fingers deeper inside him.
Watching him shift with each flick made me fucking wet, and I ground my jaw, trying my best not to pound into him.
“Get out of my way.” He pushed my hand and turned around to face me.
Still with the dress shirt on, he kicked his pants off, then propped one leg on the desk, giving me a full glance of his heavy dick and balls, before spitting into his palm and bringing it to his hole.
In awe, I was left to watch him finger himself, his skin turning the most amazing shade of red I had ever seen.
My temperature rose, and sweat dribbled down my brow as I watched him stretch himself open, my throat going dry at the sight of his hole eating up his fingers. Something came over me, and I stepped closer, bringing my hand to join him.
“You impatient brat,” he murmured after I shoved my thumb inside his hole, adding to the two fingers he already had in.
He was warm and a bit swollen, causing me to swallow hard before adding another one.
His face twisted, and it looked like it hurt, but then he let out a throaty groan that made me thrust my fingers deeper and deeper, until he gave up the control.
Slipping his fingers out, he held on to the desk with both hands while I fucked him with three fingers, knuckle-deep.
The bruises on my hands burned as I thrust my fingers deeper, but the ache only kept me going, especially when he didn’t tell me to stop. That was part of it, too, the fear he’d push me away at any given moment. It excited me beyond words, making me feel like I was on a hunt, running for my life.
My cock throbbed, the tip already soaked with precum, so I gripped myself with my other hand and began moving it at the same pace I was fingering his ass.
Thrusting in and out, I scissored my fingers, grazing his prostate as I went.
His tight hole squirmed around me, and his body shuddered, showing a hint of vulnerability to him I became addicted to.
A shiver ran down my spine, and I sucked in a sharp breath when Ariyan suddenly reached down. At first, I thought he was going for the gun that was right next to him, but instead, he opened the desk drawer and pulled something out.
“Put this on,” he said, voice hoarse, after tossing a condom at me.
Pulling my fingers out of him, I caught it, my cheeks flaming with heat.
“Why keep condoms in your office?”
He tsked before taking out another small pack: lube.
“To have sex, why else?” He handed it to me.
Anger clawed at my insides, and I snatched the lube from him.
It was only then that I noticed my bandages were soaked in blood.
I guess my wounds had ripped open, not that I gave a fuck.
Using my teeth, I quickly got rid of the useless bandages before I opened both packets, first slipping on the condom, then applying the lube.
“How many men have you fucked here?” I asked while rubbing the lube in slow strokes along my cock.
Leaning back on his hands, Ariyan let out a tired laugh.
“What’s funny?” I frowned, already grabbing onto his waist while the tip of my cock rubbed his entrance.
“How many men? I’ve lost count—ah.” His words turned into a long moan after I slammed inside him in one go. “You rude rascal, fuck!” he grunted as I began thrusting my hips, and shit, I think it was the first time I’d heard him swear.
Not that I had time to think about it, with how good his ass felt. Closing my eyes, I tilted my head backward with a groan. His hole was so fucking tight and warm, wrapping around my cock to perfection.
“I already feel like coming—”
My words died when he crossed his legs around my hips and pulled me close. I nearly fell on top of him when he grabbed me by the neck.
“Fuck,” I rasped, my cock growing inside him.
“Don’t you dare finish before I do,” he warned, digging his fingers into my jugular.
My muscles tensed, and I grabbed his waist before beginning to rock my hips. Heat pooled in my lower back as I thrust in and out of his tight hole, the sound of my balls slapping his ass only making me go faster.
“It feels so good,” I moaned, eyes closed, while continuing to work my hips.
Ariyan clicked his tongue, his hand only choking me harder. As if on fire, I slammed inside him at full force, the desk creaking underneath our weight.
His eyes were closed, bottom lip tucked under his teeth, while strands of white hair fell over his brows.
My eyes dipped down his body to his black tie and white dress shirt.
Ignoring his hand that was still wrapped around my neck, I fisted his shirt and tore it open.
A few buttons popped out before I ducked down and closed my lips around his nipple.
His body writhed under my touch, his legs pulling me closer to him while he wrapped his arms around me.
My cock only grew harder, and I continued to fuck him while sucking on his nipple as if it were my last day on Earth.
“Yeah,” he moaned, forcing my head to his chest. “Just like that.”