Page 60 of Hearts of Fairlake

I, however, didn't respond, knowing full well I didn't have the ability to speak clearly at the moment and annoyed that he’d managed to win with seemingly no effort. Worse yet, I was opening the bottom drawer that had once housed a picture of Troy and grabbed the bottle I kept in the far back corner. It wasn't like we routinely fucked in my office. For the sake of professionalism and propriety, I tried to keep that to once a year if I could manage. I vaguely recalled it had been almost two years since the last time we'd done anything in my office, so clearly, Ethan was trying to get some in before the two-year mark hit.

He didn't even react as I pushed my chair back and advanced toward him, using my free hand to undo my pants and shove the waistband of my underwear down so I could free my cock. I hadn't been with this man for as long as I hadwithout knowing when he was trying to provoke me into something quick and fast as opposed to slow and sensual. If he was even paying attention to what I was doing, he was making a damn good show of not responding as I lubed myself up.

I didn't bother removing any of my clothes, knowing full well he got a kick out of me fucking him in uniform. It was a strange but delightful aspect of our relationship, his rebellion against authority irritating yet turning me on, and my need for authority and control irked and aroused him. Which...now I thought about it, I unhooked the cuffs from my belt as I knelt on the couch, easing myself forward so my cock pressed against him.

Ethan froze as he felt the head of my cock push against his hole, his typing stopping. “Well...someone's feeling something right now."

"Like you didn't intend this," I growled, pushing forward so he could feel the pressure from my trying to enter him.

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't," he all but purred as he locked his screen and pushed the device onto the floor with a thump.

"You did," I said, and to show he’d succeeded in getting what he wantedandthat it came with a price, I gave my hips a sharp thrust and felt the blunt head push into him, sliding in a couple of inches before I stopped, knowing it was enough to get my point across.

"Mmph," he grunted, and while I could hear surprise and pain, there was no complaint. I used the moment to angle myself over him, snapping one of the cuffs over his wrist and gently pulling it back toward me. "Oh shit, really?"

"You want to play games?" I asked in a low grumble that was both warning and arousal. "Then we're going to play games."

"Been a while since I was under arrest," he said, and weboth knew he allowed me to grab his other hand to pull behind his back and cuff it. "And ooh, the uncomfortable position too. I definitely hit that combination of rough and good."

"I don't know about the right to remain silent, but you sure as shit should be," I said, pushing another couple of inches inside him to hear him give that low groan that was both discomfort and encouragement. I was never one for the discomfort that came from a quick entry, but I knew there were some out there who were, and Ethan was one of them. Maybe I should have been worried about that, but at that moment, all I could think was that I had half of me inside him, and I was already lost in the sensation.

I was too impatient to wait for him to loosen up fully, so I pushed one hand into his upper back to hold him down, bracing with one leg and my other knee as I gripped his wrist to begin rocking. I watched as his fingers flexed as I loosened up the part of him I’d roughly opened and then clenched when I bore down, pushing even more of myself into him until rocking back to relax him and thrusting again. The last couple of inches were just as harsh as the first, and he gave a groan that he had to bury in the couch cushion as he pushed back.

"It's been a while," I admitted. Considering the last time we'd had sex had been the morning after we'd made up from our argument, I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised that he was a little pent up. Ethan's sexual appetite had always been...voracious, and despite all the advice out there saying you needed to get used to it dying down with time, they clearly didn't know Ethan. If he had to go more than a few days without sex, he started getting antsy and restless, and if it was a few days without an orgasm? God, he was unbearable. "When was the last time you jerked off?"

"Fuck," he groaned into the cushion, squeezing around meon purpose because even now when I technically had all the cards and the control, he was still going to show he could dosomethingto egg me on. "I haven't. Not since the other morning."

"My my, almost five days since you got off?" I asked as I slowly eased out, then pushed back in with the kind of easygoing speed that was sure to drive him nuts. "It's a miracle I didn't get jumped before this."

We both knew he’d been conscious of the stress I'd been under and had been behaving himself on my behalf just as surely as he’d done this on my behalf. I also knew if he was as pent up as I thought, he was going to lose all patience with this slow and steady crap and start getting cranky if I didn't hurry up. Not that I minded; I was just as worked up as he wanted me to be, and I didn't need a whole lot of encouragement to snap my hips and let him feel all of me inside him.

"Hey," he grunted in annoyance and disappointment when he felt me pull out, only to yelp with surprise when I flipped him onto his back. I knew that wasn't comfortable, with his hands cuffed behind his back, but that didn't stop me as I pushed his legs back and fed my dick back into him with a roll of my hips. "Oh shit, God. I hate when we wait forever, but fuck if it doesn't make you feel better."

"Ialwaysfeel good," I growled as I gave another snap of my hips hard enough to jerk his body.

"Fuck, yes, sir," he said with a shaky laugh. It wasn't genuine, but it was good enough for me as I began to thrust down into him. He was wiggling under me, though whether that was because he was trying to figure out how to free himself from the confines of the underwear he’d put on to taunt me, or because he was trying to push back into my thrusts, I wasn't sure.

What mattered was that he was here, completely and utterly in my hands, and I wasn't going to free him. Hecouldn't always do it, but from the panting as I drilled him down into the couch and the wet spot steadily growing on the pouch, I would bet I could fuck the orgasm out of him. And if I couldn't, well, I would still leave him helpless while I recovered and then take care of things. That was simply the price you paid when you messed with me.

And I loved him for it.

His eyes widened as his legs trembled in my grip. I watched him suck in his lip, neck muscles straining. All the wiggling and fighting was gone as his breath was sucked in, shuddering as it came out. I took mercy on him, reaching down to clamp my hand over his mouth, and for a moment, I thought I saw gratitude in his eyes. That was right before they rolled back into his head as his body went taut, his groan muffled but deep as it vibrated against my hand.

That was all I needed to let go of the last tattered shred of self-control as I shoved down into him one last time and let out a low groan. I clung to him and hovered over him as I poured into him, my limbs shaking as pleasure washed over me repeatedly. Even with the closed door and the music playing, I was careful to keep the noise to just the panting of my breath before the grip of ecstasy finally let me go.

"Shit," I managed, letting go of him and easing back to sit on my legs and let out a shaky chuckle. "You are the worst, you know that?"

"You say that, but I feelgreatright now," he said with a snort, letting his head fall back as he stared at the ceiling. "And if the look on your face is any indication, you're feeling pretty good yourself right now."

"Maybe," I said, sticking to the old game of refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was right while both of us knew damn well that he was absolutely correct. "Doesn't change the fact that you're a shithead."

"Ah, well, you already knew and loved that about me," hesaid, his face twitching when my soft dick slid out of him, forcing me to hastily tuck myself away before any mess got on my couch. I'd managed not to stain the thing so far and wanted to keep it that way.

I raised a brow as I looked down at him, his skin shining slightly in the light of the lanterns, his hands behind his back still, red in the face, and looking thoroughly fucked. "I have to say, this is one of your better looks."

He rolled his eyes. “Oh sure, first you sneak attack me, then you handcuff me without warning, and now you're going to sit there and taunt me while I'm helpless?"

"Like I said, a good look," I said with a smirk. It was a testament to how far we'd come that he was so calm about being locked up. In the early days of our relationship, there was no way in hell I would have dared to do something like put him in cuffs, let alone without warning. All the resilience in the world couldn't spare him the mental and emotional scars that had come from the life he’d led before. That included loathing and fearing anything that restrained him, literally and figuratively.

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