Page 8 of Havoc and Humor
He chuckled against my neck. “I haven’t even gotten started, pet. I could spend hours mapping your body, noting the places that make your breath hitch and your heart race. What places make you moan and writhe. You need a man like me to show you how you should be desired and treated.”
“Do you desire me?” I whispered. My head rested on his shoulder now as I let his hands wander over my body.
“So much. Can I show you?”
“Please.” The word came out in a breathless whisper.
He lifted me with one quick motion and then we were moving across the room. I knew Mark was strong. He kept his body fit even though we worked behind desks. But this was next level. He carried me like I weighed nothing.
I paid no attention to where he was taking me, and instead, I let myself be moved without a care.
Mark laid me down on his bed and tugged my pants off. Then he started on his own clothes. As much as I wanted to watch him, I also wanted his skin on mine. I removed my shirt and tossed it to the floor.
If you had told me hours ago that I would end my day with my boss, naked in his bed, I would have laughed. I wanted it, but I never thought it would happen. Yet here we were.
“You look so pretty for me. Spread out, waiting for my next move. What would you like, Sawyer?”
“You.”
“Be more specific. You want my hands? My mouth? My cock?”
My hole clenched. “All of it,” I said. “Please.”
I had seen Mark smile many times, but this one was different. There was a heat behind his gaze I’d never seen before. I wanted more of it. “You ask so nicely. Let me see if I can make you beg.”
I whimpered, not even hiding my desire for him. Not that I thought I could hide it. Clearly, I wanted him.
“I love the sounds you make for me.”
I fought back a groan.
“Don’t hold back, baby. I want to hear all of it. Give me everything you have. I know you can.” Mark covered me with his body, his lips going to my cock, only he didn’t take me into his mouth like I wanted. Instead, he kissed my hip bone, his mouth pressing lightly over my skin, then moving toward my groin. I lifted my hips, pressing my cock closer to his face. It was leaking now. Precum had beaded at the tip.
“I know you’re a patient man, Sawyer. Show me how you can be patient for me. I promise to give you what you need.”
I settled back against the bed, lying flat and waiting for him to make his next move. “That’s good, baby. Just like that. You’re so good for me.”
His tongue trailed up the length of my shaft, and I shuddered.
“So responsive.”
“Mark,” I whispered his name. I fisted my hands into the comforter to ground me. I wanted to thrust upward into his face.
Then his mouth closed over my cock, and I couldn’t hold back my moans. They echoed through the room and rippled throughthe air. It was all I could do not to buck my hips and bury myself deeper into the heat of his mouth.
“That’s it, baby. Give me all the moans. I want to hear them all. Be loud for me, like I know you can.”
“I’m going to cum, Mark. Please, say I can.”
“Mhmm.” His tongue circled around the head of my cock, teasing the underside of it until I was a whimpering mess of need. “You can come, baby. Release your spend down my throat, I want to taste all of you.”
My release came quickly, spurting out of me like a fountain shooting down his throat. His hand cradled my balls as if milking more cum out of me. I felt his throat flex around me as he swallowed all of me.
“Baby, you taste so good.”
I threaded my fingers through his hair, and he rested his head against my spent cock.
“You were so good for me. I bet I can get another one out of you,” he said.
