Page 94 of The Revenge Agenda

“I know you find it impossible to resist.”

I run my hands up his back and then down again. He’s right about that. If Rush wants me, I’m his. I take the condom, then drop to my knees behind him. With no lube, I’m going to have to soften him up another way, and eating Rush’s ass is not going to be a hardship.

He squirms at the first flick of my tongue, wriggles his legs as wide as the pants around his ankles will allow. I keep my laugh to myself as I dive in again, focused on getting his hole nice and wet, on softening his opening, ready for me to press my tongue inside.

“Fuck, Hunter.” He rolls his hips forward into nothing. “So good. So damn good.”

The possessive need to pleasure him purrs in my chest. I spear my tongue forward, circling the rim before fucking it into him. Rush shudders, and it spurs me on.

I’m so achingly hard and trapped frustratingly inside my pants, but I don’t move to pull myself out yet. I don’t reach for Rush’s dick either; instead, I slip my hand between his legs and roll his balls in my palm.

A sound hiccups from him, his ass tightening around my tongue for a second. “More. Need more.”

I give it to him, get him softer, wetter, tongue teasing slow and shallow before pushing deeper. He pushes back against me, sexy noises filling my office as I eat him out, bent over my desk.

Anyone could walk in. Could see us like this. Hear him. I don’t fucking care.

The whole bullpen is dark, lights off in here, just a soft glow from the security lights by an exit door and my computer screen, which Rush bumped in his enthusiasm.

He’s whimpering and shaking; my dick is straining. I’ll never be able to walk into my office and not picture exactly this.

Not able to take it anymore, I give him one last lick and stand, pulling my cock out through my fly.

“Finally,” Rush complains, sagging against the desk as I tear open the condom and roll it down my shaft. I’m so ready for this. To feel him around me.

The connection I have to Rush goes beyond getting off, and while that scares me, I’m also not about to fight it either. So much good has come out of a shitty situation, and it still blows my mind.

And as hot as it would be to fuck him bent over my desk, I’m burning for something else.

I spit on my cock, smearing the makeshift lube over my shaft, then reach for him.

Rush is compliant, gives himself over to what I want even as I turn him and lift him onto my desk. His pants go next, somewhere across the room, before I hook one of his legs over my shoulder and pull him to me. He’s so close. Smells so good.

Rush grips my shoulders as I reach between us and press my cock to his hole.

“Ready?”

“Please fuck me already.”

I hold Rush to me as I press forward, eyes locked the entire time. The feel of his hole splitting open, engulfing my cockhead in the heat of his body, spreads pressure over my length and fills my balls with a lusty ache.

I’ve never needed anything more.

A grunt builds in my chest as my hips meet his ass.

The leg he has wrapped around my waist squeezes me closer.

“I feel so full,” he sighs.

“Good?”

“Very good. You know it’s good. Now I’m going to need you to fuck me hard because I’m already so close to coming, and I don’t know how much more torture my poor ass can take.”

“Torture?”

He nods, pretty eyes shining up at me. “My balls hurt.” Rush wriggles against me.

My first thrust is slow and deep, building gradually to something more powerful. We don’t need to talk. Don’t need to kiss. I exist in this space where Rush and I are gripping each other tightly, doing everything we can to make each other come.

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