Page 9 of Relentless Touch

“You keep lube in your office desk?”

“I like to be prepared.”

“For impala invasions?”

“Among other things.” Rio slicked his fingers and pressed one against Kevin’s entrance. “Still good?”

“If you stop now, I will actually commit violence.”

Rio pressed in slowly, watching the way Kevin’s shoulders tensed then relaxed. He added a second finger when Kevin pushed back against his hand, impatient and demanding even now.

“You know,” Kevin said, voice slightly strained, “most people—oh fuck, right there—have a longer warm-up period.”

“You want me to slow down?” Rio crooked his fingers, finding that spot that made Kevin’s whole body jerk.

“Don’t you dare.”

Three fingers now. His mate was practically riding them, shameless and perfect. Rio’s control frayed with every sound Kevin made, every push back against his hand.

“Now,” his mate demanded. “Rio, please, now.”

Rio pulled his fingers free, slicked himself quickly, and pressed the head of his cock against Kevin’s entrance, taking a shaky breath.

“If you’re waiting for an engraved invitation…”

Rio pushed in.

Kevin’s moan echoed through the office. His hands scrambled for grip on the desk, knocking a cup of pens to the floor. Neither of them cared.

Rio set a rhythm that had his mate gasping with every thrust. His hands held Kevin’s hips, probably too tight, definitely leaving marks. His mate wasn’t going to complain because he was busy making sounds that were going to feature prominently in Rio’s dreams for the foreseeable future.

“Harder,” Kevin managed. “You’re not going to break me.”

Rio complied, driving deeper, and his mate’s whole body shuddered.

“There,” his mate gasped. “Fuck, right there, don’t stop…”

His hand found Kevin’s cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. Kevin lasted maybe thirty seconds before he came with a cry, spilling over his mate’s hand and onto the desk.

Rio followed his mate over, the final thrust buried deep as release crashed through him. His vision went white at the edges, his body shuddering against Kevin’s back. The desk creaked under their combined weight.

For several heartbeats, neither moved. They just breathed, tangled together, Kevin’s back pressed to Rio’s front. Sweat cooled between them. Rio’s mouth found the junction where Kevin’s neck met his shoulder, lips pressing against overheated skin.

“You good?” Rio murmured against that spot, feeling Kevin’s pulse still racing under his mouth. “Sex on a desk isn’t exactly comfortable.”

“Mmm.” Kevin’s head dropped forward. “My brain melted. Ask again in five minutes.”

Rio pulled out carefully, steadying Kevin with hands on his hips when his legs wobbled. The office smelled like sex and garlic bread, which shouldn’t have been a pleasant combination but somehow worked. Kevin turned, leaning back against the desk, completely unbothered by his naked state or the mess they’d made.

“This has been the most bizarre night of my life,” Kevin said, voice hoarse.

Rio huffed a laugh against his shoulder. “Regrets?”

“No,” Kevin said in a softer, uncertain tone. “You might regret being tied to me. I literally crashed into your life.”

“Not a single regret.” Rio grabbed the tissues from his desk drawer and cleaned them both up with gentle care.

Kevin watched through half-lidded eyes, boneless against the desk like his skeleton had taken a vacation.