Page 70 of Extradition (Mobsters + Billionaires 1)
Out in, out in, his throat taking to his training like a champ.
I edge myself a few times and finally pull out. He gives me another little whine, and I shush him. Cracking the door to the executive suite again, I’m pleased to note the area is still empty. After a quick time check, I leave the door open just a sliver more than before. I turn to find him in exactly the same spot, head still hanging off the edge. His eyes track the slightly open door, but he says nothing.
“Since I went to the trouble of preparing it last night, I’ve decided I want your ass.”
His eyes widen as he licks his lips.
“Get up and bend over the table for me.”
He rolls over on his belly, awkward as he gets up on his hands and knees before shifting over the edge. Standing, his cock bobs in front of him, painfully hard.
“Were you a good boy last night? Did you keep your hands off your dick?”
“Yes. And fuck you for that, by the way.”
Slapping his ass, I enjoy the sharp report that echoes through his grandiose office. I toss the packet of lube on the table. “You’re welcome. Prep yourself.”
Grumbling, he leans forward, bracing himself with one hand while sneaking a couple of lube-slick fingers between his cheeks.
“Here, let me help you,” I say, spreading his cheeks for him.
His jaw tightens, and he bites his lip, his face flushing a gorgeous red. He’s practically flying now.
“Fuck, what a pretty asshole. Someone took great pains to make sure of that.”
“Thank you,” he grits out, impaling himself on two fingers.
“Make sure to get them deep enough, but don’t hang out on your prostate. That’s cheating.”
He shoots me another glare over his shoulder but does as I ask. He begins to thrust his fingers in and out, and I still his arm.
“Tsk, tsk. Don’t be impatient. Add a third finger.”
“I’m not a virgin,” he hisses. “My ass doesn’t need this much prep.”
“Well, it doesn’t belong to you, now does it?” I ask, smacking what’s mine.
Grunting, he adds a third finger, glaring at me the entire time. “One of these days, you’re going to be the one ass up, and I’m going to get you back for all this.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I toss back, grinning confidently.
He looks back again, confused and panting as he fucks himself.
“I’m vers.” I shrug, loving the surprised O on his lips.
“Payback’s gonna be a bitch.”
“I’m counting on it.” I shift my hips forward, increasing the pressure on the fingers in his ass, covering him with my body so I can whisper in his ear. “But that day? Is not this day.”
I pull back and move his arm out of the way, enjoying the slick sound of his fingers leaving his body. Leaving my jeans in place, I roll on the condom and stroke lube up and down my length.
“Okay, now bend over.” He immediately complies and, fuck, I love it. “All the way, Rand. Put your ear to the table.”
He does as I ask, placing his hands at the sides of his face.
“Spread your cheeks.”
Knocking the table with the side of his head, he complains, “Why do you like that so much?”
