Page 19 of Havoc and Humor
His fingers found me then, preparing me with patience that had me squirming against the cool glass of the desk. Every touch was deliberate, calculated to drive me crazy.
“Mark, please. I need—”
“I know what you need, baby. I’ve got you.”
When he finally pushed inside me, I threw my head back with a groan that echoed through the empty office. This was everything I’d fantasized about and more.
“That’s it,” Mark murmured against my neck. “Let me hear you. There’s no one here but us. You make the prettiest sounds for me, pet.”
And I did. I let myself be loud, let myself fall apart under his touch, let myself have exactly what I’d been denying myself for far too long. HIs long fingers buried in my hole, massaging against my prostate until I was a whimpering mess.
Then they were gone, and I cried out with need. I reached for him, but he backed away.
“Not yet, pet. I want to be inside you when you come.”
“You were inside me!”
He chuckled. “Pet, I love your patience and your understanding, and right now you’re not being either of those things.”
Fuck, this man knew how to push all my buttons. I stilled. Letting myself relax. The orgasm that had been so close with now drifting away.
“That’s better,” he said as he rolled the condom down his length.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment,” he said, positioning himself at my entrance. “Dreaming about having you like this.”
“Then stop making us both wait.”
He pushed inside slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size. The stretch was perfect, the fullness exactly what I needed. When he was fully seated inside me, we both stilled, breathing hard. His eyes were shining as he looked at me.
“You feel incredible,” Mark whispered against my ear. “So tight. So perfect for me.”
“Move,” I begged. “Please, Mark.”
He started with slow, deliberate thrusts that had me gripping the edges of the desk. Each stroke hit perfectly, stoking the fire building inside me higher and higher.
“Look at you,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “Spread out on my desk like you were made for it. You’re so beautiful like this, Sawyer. So good for me.”
I preened under his praise, my body responding to every word. “Harder,” I gasped out.
Mark obliged, picking up his pace until the desk was shifting beneath us with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the office, punctuated by my moans and his grunts of pleasure.
“Touch yourself,” he said. “I want to watch you fall apart.”
My hand flew to my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation was overwhelming, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
“That’s it, Pet. You look so pretty for me. Fuck your hand while I fuck you. Come for me.”
His words were my undoing. My release hit me like a wave, my whole body tensing as I came across my stomach and chest. Mark followed moments later with a groan, burying himself deep inside me as he found his own release.
We stayed like that for a long moment, both breathing hard, neither willing to move and break the spell.
Finally, Mark pulled out carefully and disposed of the condom. He grabbed tissues from his desk drawer—of course he had those too—and gently cleaned me up.
“That was...” I started but couldn’t find the words. “Not how I envisioned this day was going to end.”
He grinned. “The day isn’t over, pet. That wasn’t the end, that was just the beginning.”
He helped me sit up, then pulled me into a kiss that was softer than before, sweet and tender.
