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I pushed him toward the chair at the sound panel, and he dropped into it immediately. I dumped my bag on the floor and kicked off my sneakers, pulling the sweater he’d worn yesterday over my head.
“Hey,” he said, sitting forward, his hand settling on my bare waist. “Are you sure everything’s okay?”
I nodded and reached for his shirt. “I just wanna touch you.”
He pulled off the jacket and shirt beneath and settled back into the chair.
I straddled his lap, our bare chests colliding, and laid my cheek on the top of his shoulder. “Think this chair can hold our weight?”
“If it doesn’t, I’ll break your fall.”
Listen. I might be needy and clingy, but I definitely didn’t want him to get hurt because of it.
I started to pull away, but he made a gruff noise, pushing me back. “Settle.”
I lay back against him, and he wrapped his arm around me and leaned forward. “Be quiet now, princess, I have to go on air.”
I nodded and closed my eyes, his scent and body heat calming me in a way nothing else ever could. And then he started talking.
Instant hard-on.
“And I’m back and asking: What did you think about that new cover of the classic oldie from…?”
I stopped listening to his words, ears focusing instead on his baritone and the way it lulled me. Tingles raced across my scalp, prickled my neck, and shot down my spine. Despite my dick being rigid, the rest of me was completely relaxed. He was the perfect reset after a long day, the only place I felt truly safe when I laid down my head.
My eyes fluttered closed and my breathing evened out as I drifted while he spoke, never falling asleep completely because then I would miss the timbre of his voice.
I don’t know how long he talked, but it seemed like a while, and when he hit a few buttons and his voice went quiet, I lifted my head, drowsy.
“Is there a lock on the door?”
He raised a single eyebrow. “Yes, and I already locked it.”
I slid off his lap and popped the button on my jeans, pushing them down in one swoop.
His stare dropped to my dick, and I reached for the waistband of his pants. “It’s not close enough, Arsen. You don’t even have to fuck me. I just want you inside me.”
The desperation must have come through in my tone because, suddenly, he was on his feet and the barrier between us was gone.
I whimpered at the sight of his dick and its rigid state. “Mine,” I whispered, wrapping my hand around it possessively.
“All yours, baby.” He agreed, fishing through my discarded jeans for a packet of lube.
“We don’t need that,” I told him, and he gave me a stern look.
“If you want my dick inside you, then we’re using it.”
I pouted, and he ripped it open with his teeth, trying to coat his dick but couldn’t because I wouldn’t let go.
Laughing under his breath, he reached around and used the liquid to wet my crack and push into my hole. I grunted a little at the abrupt intrusion and tumbled into his chest. Keeping a firm hold on his dick, I moaned, pushing my ass out in encouragement.
“You know the rules, princess. No slick, no dick.”
Yes, he actually said that. And it wasn’t the first time. But that was the rule. He refused to have sex with me without lube because he didn’t want to hurt me.
I arched my back, and he hummed. “Good boy.”
“I want it, bear.”
