Page 81 of Flipping the Script

“More.” He punched his hips back, forcing me so deep inside him I nearly choked.

He grinned. “You like that?”

Before I could answer, he ground against me, circling his hips and clenching hard around my length.

“Holy fuck.” I grabbed his hips. “Keep doing that, and this’ll be over before we get to the good part.”

“Keep doing what?” He smiled serenely at me, the picture of innocence. “This?”

Stars exploded in my vision as he did it again, my already frayed control slipping a little bit more with each little clench of his ass around my dick.

“I hope you’re ready for me,” I muttered deliriously, holding his hips in a death grip as I pulled out until only my cockhead was holding him open, then slammed back in.

“Oh god!” he cried out, his voice echoing in the room. “Yes,” he affirmed in a quieter voice. “Like that.”

Letting go of one hip, I grabbed his shoulder, using it for leverage as I fucked him as hard and as fast as I dared.

We were being too loud, too reckless considering where we were, but I was too far gone to care.

And Jesse wasn’t hating life, either, as he pushed back on my thrusts, his strong back rippling and his full ass bouncing enticingly.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he demanded. “Like that. Harder.”

“Any harder and we’re going to put this desk through the wall,” I gritted out between moans.

Thetapof the wood hitting the wall was too loud, but like Jesse, I was finding it hard to care as the haze of desire and need swirled around us.

“Don’t care.” He dropped his head onto his forearm. “Need it.”

“C’mere.” Roughly, I yanked on his shoulder, pausing my thrusts and keeping myself buried deep inside him.

He let me pull him up until he was standing.

“Step closer to the desk so you can hold on.”

Awkwardly, we took a few shuffling half-steps forward. I managed to keep my cock from falling out of him, but the way he squeezed around my length with each step felt way too good.

“Ready?” I slid my hands under his arms and curled them over his shoulders, holding on tight.

“Yeah.” He gripped the desk and let his head fall back so our temples were pressed together. “Fuck me, Bas. Make me come.”

His whispered plea hit me right in the chest, pushing me even closer to the edge and severing the last of my control.

Biting my lip, I resumed fucking him, using our new position to drive into him with more force than I’d ever used before.

“Fuck. Yes. Like that. Bas,” he practically sobbed, one hand gripping my hip so tight I could feel the start of bruises under his fingers. “Just like that. So good. So fucking good.” He used his hold to force me to go even harder. Pulling me against him and pushing back until they were so fast and hard there was no real rhythm or cadence to my thrusts.

The sounds we made filled the air, mixing to create an erotic symphony I’d be hearing in my fantasies for years to come.

I closed my eyes and steeled myself against my impending release as my body tightened and my mind spun out.

“Stroke that big dick for me,” I growled, refusing to leave Jesse behind.

I needed his orgasm, needed it like I needed air.

“Get yourself off. Let me feel it.” I was barely aware of what I was saying, the words tumbling out of my mouth without my permission. “Come for me, Jess. Come on my cock.”

Instead of reaching for his dick, Jesse mouthed at my jawline, his lips seeking, and his cheeks flushed pink. His eyes were glassy and dazed, and his hair was a tousled mess.

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