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Truth be told I was desperate to sink inside him, but I wanted to drive him crazy. I wanted him writhing beneath me, begging, demanding, pleading that I fuck him. I wanted him to crave me, even if it was only my body. If this was the only way for me to be close to him, so be it - but I would make the most of it.
His back arched as I trailed a line of kisses down his spine, sucking lightly. If it were up to me I would mark every inch of his body, but I didn’t want to risk scaring him off.
His knees were pressed into the cushions, his arms steadying him over the top of the couch. He was at my mercy.
My hands wandered over his stomach, dipping down until I felt his length. He was hard. He let out a gentle gasp as I tightened my grip. “Ben,” he whined.
I released him, unable to wait any longer. I leaned over him, cupping his body with my own. My fingers grazed his chin, turning him towards me. His lips parted as I moved in to kiss him, and he accepted me eagerly.
This version of him was so different than the one I saw in my mirror. This Oliver was defenseless and delicious. Gone was the carefully crafted exterior, the well-practiced face of a businessman. He was stripped down to pure, raw desire.
Two of my fingers snaked into his mouth, and he sucked them without hesitation. Those bleary eyes stared up at me, and I wanted nothing more than to know what they saw.
He didn’t resist as I took back my fingers and turned my attention to his hole. I was going to get him ready to take me, and I needed to do it fast before I lost all my composure. I went to slide in one finger and frowned.
“Oliver.” He stiffened at his name. “Did you prepare yourself already?”
He didn’t answer, but I could see the flush growing on the sides of his neck. I put in two fingers and he let out a moan. “You wanted me to fuck you that badly?” I pumped them in and out. “You even used lube? When did you do this?” He shook his head, but my blood was raging inside me, burning me from the inside out. “When, Oliver?”
“At the office,” he gasped. “And just now, after dinner.”
He wouldn’t look at me, but I couldn’t take it anymore. I was so excited I was already leaking, but I didn’t want to waste a drop. I was going to fill him with me, every inch of him until his body became mine.
I pulled out my fingers as his legs began to shake. “You did well.” I took hold of his hips, steadying him as I lined myself up. “Now I can give you what you need.” I slammed into him as far as he could take me, and a cry of pleasure ripped through his throat.
I mounted him like an animal, pounding into him without restraint. He was soft inside, and the lube let me slide in and out with ease. “Fuck,” I grunted as he tightened around me. He took me a little bit deeper with each thrust, and I would soon be sheathed to the hilt.
“It’s like you’re swallowing me,” I said, digging my fingers into the taunt flesh of his hips. “Like your ass is hungry for me.” He was holding onto the back of the couch for dear life, a steady stream of moans and groans flying from his lips. “You’re going to take all of me.”
“Fuck,” he whimpered. “It’s too much, I can’t…”
“You can, and you will.” I brought my cock all the way out before slamming into him, earning a strangled yelp as he took all of me.
“No,” he moaned. “I can’t do it.”
I brought my hand down hard, hitting his ass with a sharp slap. “That’s not what I want to hear.” I leaned forward again, sinking inside him as I brought my lips beside his ear. “I’m making you feel so good you should thank me, right?” He tried to move away from my ear, but I grabbed him at the base of his cock. “Don’t run from me.”
He pressed his face against the cushions, his flush spreading to the back of his neck now. He was already panting hard, but I wanted more. “Oliver,” I whispered. “I want to hear you say it.”
He shook his head, but I tightened my grip. I loved every sound he made, but his desperate cries were the best. “Please,” he begged, but I didn’t release him. He knew what he needed to say.
He held out until I started moving again, a slow rhythm this time. It felt so good to be inside him that I knew I wasn’t going to be able to make it much longer, but he was close to breaking.
“Thank you,” he said finally. “Thank you for fucking me.”
Damn. I could feel myself get bigger inside him. He must have felt it too, since he gasped. I picked up my pace, but I didn’t let him go.
“Ben, wait, that’s too much.” I didn’t stop. I sped up, thrusting in and out, letting him swallow me until my balls slapped against his skin, but I kept hold of the base of his cock. “Please, I can’t take it. I want to cum.”
“You can cum like this,” I told him, my breath starting to turn ragged. “Go ahead. Cum.”
“I can’t.” It sounded like he was crying now, and God that turned me on. “It’s too much. Please.”
“It’s not too much. It’s just enough for you. I know you like it; I can feel you squeezing down on me. You want me to fuck you hard, and rough. Let me take care of you, Mr. Calloway.”
He was completely slumped against the couch, his body already given out. “It’s strange,” he said. “I feel strange.”
“Become strange.” I was close now. I gritted my teeth. “I’m going to cum inside you.” He tried to say something, but he could only manage a garbled whimper. “I’m going to fill you so full of me that no one else will be able to satisfy you.”
