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I squeaked when his arm clamped around my lower back to hold me in his lap as the chair rolled right up to his equipment. The song playing cut off midway, and he clicked a few other buttons until the red ON AIR sign lit up.
“Sorry to interrupt our regularly scheduled and banging playlist, but Triple A has a PSA.”
Still stuffed full of his cock, I stared at him wide-eyed as he grabbed the mic and pulled it closer.
He wouldn’t.
“I just want to make it crystal clear to all my listeners, on campus and beyond, that Matthew Prism is mine. My boyfriend and off-limits to literally all of you. I’m happy to share beats, remixes, and my opinion on music, but I do not share him. Ever. Do not make me repeat myself. You won’t like the consequences.”
He pushed the mic away, and the ON AIR sign went dark. A new song came on, and he sprawled back in the chair, face smug.
He did.
“I cannot believe you did that,” I said, surprised but also insanely turned on.
He’d just claimed me. To the entire campus. For a guy who’d mostly been renounced and hidden, this was a big fucking deal to me. Something I didn’t even know I needed until it was mine.
“You’re acting like a caveman.” I admonished him even as butterflies danced in my stomach like they were in a fucking spring meadow.
One eyebrow arched, dark eyes a dangerous challenge. Calmly, he palmed my hips, fingers sliding against my lower back. “Oh no, princess. If you want caveman, I’ll show you caveman.”
“I never said I wanted—ughnnn.” The protest cut off in favor of a long, low moan as he thrust up, his dick so hard it literally robbed all function of my brain.
Between us, my dick jerked, the sensitive tip brushing against his abs. I whimpered and rubbed it on him again, but he was too far gone to notice, completely overruled with determination. He stood so fast that the chair rolled backward and my legs clamped around his waist. I could feel the tendons in his forearm flex as he slid it under my ass to hold me up. Before I even caught my breath, he bent forward, forcing me against the sound panel, buttons and knobs pressed into my bare back.
Gasping, I tried to sit up, afraid I’d accidentally trip something. His eyes flashed, hand pressing into my shoulder to pin me in place.
“Caveman is me breeding that tight, needy hole right here in the sound booth against all these switches and buttons. His eyes flicked to something over my shoulder, and I heard something click. “I’ll put us on air so the entire campus can hear the way you moan for me. The way it sounds when I’m balls deep and the quiet, shy swimmer is begging for release and for my cum deep in your belly.”
I groaned, hips moving because the picture he painted was so erotic.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, princess? For me to claim you right here, right now, and let everyone hear so there would be not a single doubt in anyone’s mind exactly who you belong to.”
He pulled out and thrust in, my body sliding up the table he pinned me against. The hard knobs were unforgiving as they dug into my shoulder blades, and it was like they, too, were reminding me I was his and his alone.
“Go ahead and say my name,” he grunted, rolling his hips again. God, his hip action was unparalleled as though he were dancing, except the music was my body and he moved to my beat.
Between us, my cock leaked all over my lower belly, begging for me to stroke it, but when I reached for it, he made a sound and shook his head.
“That’s mine,” he rumbled, hammering into me again. My head fell back, more buttons being pressed.
“Say my name, Matthew. Tell everyone who owns you.”
“Arsen.” I panted, reaching over my head to brace my palm on the edge of the table.
“Again,” he demanded, setting a pace that made me feel like I was floating while my channel clenched around him, begging for even more.
“Arsen.”
His body bent over mine, teeth nipping at my nipple before sucking it deep into his mouth. I moaned and arched into his ministrations, and he nipped at it again.
He stood, pulling me with him, and as he carried me across the small room, I had a moment of clarity to marvel at how good he was at hauling me around.
The shock of cold leather hit my back but lasted only a second because Arsen’s body followed me down, pinning me to the small loveseat. I widened my legs instantly, throwing one over the back and the other over the side to rest my foot on the floor.
“Good boy,” he praised, leaning in to capture my lips.
The kiss was sloppy as he continued to fuck me with us mainly just mouthing at the other in between panting breaths. On either side of me, his arms quivered with the exertion of hovering his body over mine while at the same time drilling me into the cushions.
