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A tremble slid its way through him and he let out a groan. “As long as you fucked me, I wouldn’t care how you took me. Just fucking put your cock inside me.”
The slap to his arse came as a surprise and he hissed.
“Manners, pet. How many times do I have to teach you? Do not swear. It’s vulgar.”
“Yes, sir. Please, boss, I’ll do anything. Just fuck me.” He sucked in as much air as he could into his lungs and exhaled again to calm himself down. His cock was about to explode, and Sloan only had two fingers inside him. When he pushed a third in, stars burst in front of Conall’s screwed-shut eyes. He trembled harder, searching for something to grab on to, but there was nothing there. Potted plants wouldn’t offer him any stability, and the counters were attached to one another, so he couldn’t wrap his fingers around the edges.
Sloan’s breath tickled Conall’s ear, and he pressed his chest against Conall’s back. “Remember that promise I made you? I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk right, pet.”
“If you do that, you owe me a Lamborghini Veneno,” Conall teased over his shoulder. Their lips were inches apart, but when he went to kiss him, Sloan captured his chin and turned his face away.
Sloan nibbled on Conall’s ear, tugging his lobe gently between his teeth until his nips hurt.
Conall sucked in a breath between his teeth. “You’re killing me, boss. Just fuck me already.”
Another slap landed on his arsecheek and this one stung. He winced and pressed his tongue to the back of his front teeth, breathing through the stinging pain.
“Don’t tell me what to do, pet. You know the rules.” Sloan laid a line of kisses down Conall’s neck and shoulder. “I will fuck you how I want, and when I want.”
Conall rocked back against him and smirked over his shoulder. “Yes, sir. May I make a suggestion instead of telling you? Like please fuck me, sir?”
Another slap came down on his already red cheek. “Such pretty manners, pet. We still need to work on the swearing though.”
“Then why did you smack me?” Conall pouted at him.
“Because you like it.” Sloan smirked. He leaned closer to Conall’s ear again and whispered, “But now, I’m going to fuck you.”
Conall swallowed around the excitement that lodged in his throat and spread his legs like the good boss’s whore he was. He’d do anything to get Sloan’s cock inside him, even let him fuck him in the greenhouse.
Sloan spat again, and Conall peeked over his shoulder to see Sloan pull out his fat, hard cock. His button was undone and his pants were open, that cock jutting out in all its glory. Conall’s mouth suddenly went dry, caught between wanting the cock in his arse and mouth. Sloan made that decision for him, though. He pressed his hand between Conall’s shoulder blades, pushing him flat onto the dirty counter as he positioned himself behind Conall.
He felt the pressure of the head of Sloan’s cock at his hole, and then Sloan pushed in. Conall drew in a deep breath as sharp pain shot up his spine. Even with the spit, his hole was drier than usual. They sometimes did this with saliva, though, so Conall was used to the feeling, craved it even. The pain delivered a new kind of desire that burned deep in Conall’s gut, his cock hardening to the point that he was afraid he’d burst before Sloan got all the way in.
He raised his gaze and met the curious eyes of one of the soldiers, a newer guard who’d clearly never seen this happen before. His mouth was parted, surprise taking his face hostage.
Conall winked at him and moaned. The soldier blushed, glancing away quickly and taking a step back. Conall might have laughed if he wasn’t being stretched by Sloan’s delicious cock.
Sloan grabbed him and yanked him backward so they were both standing, Sloan’s cock sliding into him farther until he was balls deep in Conall’s hole. They moaned, and Conall tilted his head back for a kiss, which Sloan gave him.
“You lost,” Conall panted out with a grin.
“Did I?” He didn’t look fazed by the prospect, a smirk playing on his mouth. “What a pity. Now hold still, I’m going to give you the kind of ride a Lamborghini can’t.” And then he was thrusting hard and fast, jolting Conall forward with every movement.
Conall couldn’t move, Sloan had a hold on his elbows at the sides of his body, and the trapped feeling only made the pleasure skyrocket. He was at Sloan’s mercy in every way, a hole for him to use and abuse, and Conall hungered for the treatment. He wanted Sloan to destroy him, claim him, do whatever the fuck he wanted with him.
Sloan did exactly that. His grip on Conall’s arms tightened and he shoved his dick into him without mercy, his balls slapping against Conall’s skin. He only let go of one of Conall’s arms so he could reach around and grab his throat. Sloan tightened his fingers on Conall’s windpipe in the way that always got him off. This time was no different.
Conall grabbed his cock with his newly freed hand, jerking his meat off in time with the boss’s thrusts. Need thrummed through him and sweat gathered on his forehead, the controlled humidity pressing down on them. Everything about this moment felt fucking right, and Conall didn’t give a shit if he got the car or not. He wanted Sloan, and going a day without fucking seemed like a waste of a perfect day. He was glad Sloan had decided to fuck him.
The soldier stepped forward again, curiosity in his gaze as he frowned at them. Conall opened his mouth to say something, but Sloan pegged him on the prostrate, making him whimper and moan out a couple of curse words that would have made a nun blush.
Sloan must have seen the man too, though, because he growled, “You can look, but if you touch him, I’ll tear off your balls and feed them to your mother.”
The soldier’s eyes widened and he stepped back so quickly that he tripped over something. He landed on his arse, and Conall did laugh that time, but it turned into another moan when Sloan pushed in deeply.
The other guards didn’t hold back their amusement, however, and Conall heard some of them ribbing him. He didn’t have the concentration to listen to what they said with Sloan hammering into him roughly.
The plants on the counter shook every time Conall’s hips hit it, and by the time they were done, he’d have nice bruises on his skin. He could already feel the familiar tingling pain where they’d form.
