I laughed as I glanced toward the desk. “I guess you don’t want me to dramatically sweep everything off the surface?”
“As fun as that would be, no.”
We quickly cleared the desk, and then I positioned him right where I wanted him. He lay out across the desk, chest flat against the wooden surface. I gripped his ass cheeks and spread them, and Rafe arched his back deeply as he turned and smiled at me. “You know you can’t resist me.”
He was so fucking right. “And you know you’re going to beg.”
“Yeah, probably.”
I remembered the way I’d tasted him, the intensity of his reaction when I’d used my tongue to fuck him. I needed to do it again. I needed him to squirm. I needed him wild and desperate.
“Can you stay still while I do this?” I asked as I knelt behind him.
“Fuck, Zach. I don’t—” I blew warm breath against his tight hole, and he sucked in his breath.
“I think you can. I think you can stay still while I eat your ass. Because if you’re a good boy, I’ll fuck you like this—stripped bare in your office, forced over your desk. You’re not in control here. I am.”
I thought he would argue or fight, but he relaxed into the surface of the desk. “I’ll try.”
I ran my hands up the backs of his thighs. “That’s good. Jesus, I like you like this. All mine to play with.”
“Zach, please.”
“Shh. Just let go.”
I pried his ass cheeks apart again and swiped my tongue over his hole. He pushed back toward me, and I slapped his ass, making him jump. “What the fuck?”
“I told you not to move.”
“That’s not—”
I licked him again. “You can do it. You can hold still for me.”
“You’re fucking killing me.”
“No, I’m teaching you discipline. You want me to fuck you, don’t you? You want me to pin you down, thrust deep inside you, fill you up.” I pushed my tongue into him.
He whimpered, but he didn’t move. I tortured him, tongue-fucking him, licking him, kneading his ass with my hands. He was panting, whining, and cursing me. It was so fucking beautiful. I could feel the tension in his legs; they were vibrating with the effort to stay still.
Finally, I released him and stood. “You’re going to come again, aren’t you?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“I told you. Maybe we’ll see if we can go for three after this.”
“I don’t… I…”
“Who knows what you’re capable of. You’re incredible. I believe you could do anything.”
“Zach, don’t.”
“Yes, I’m going to tell you how amazing you are. I’m going to fuck you until you lose your mind. Because I want you. I want you like this, under me. I want to take you, claim you, and I want you to know you’re making me insane, making me need you so badly.”
“I need this. I need you.”
“Lube? Do you have…”
“I came prepared today.” I grabbed my pants and pulled packets of lube from my jacket pocket.