Page 138 of Gunner

“Need to be inside you now.” I handed him the lube.

Ben scooted back on the desk, spread his legs, and squirted lube into his hand. Impatiently, I rubbed my cockhead over his hole, smearing it with my precum.

“Hurry up,” I said. “In a couple of minutes, lube or no lube, I’m going to be inside you.”

He slipped his fingers between his thighs and pushed them inside his body. My mouth went dry, and I stepped back a little to watch him fingering his ass. Ben withdrew his fingers but not completely. As if teasing me, he was running two fingers over his hole leisurely like I wasn’t waiting to breach him.

I glanced up. He was smirking, loving my reaction. The slut.

“Playing games I see.” I lined myself up and plunged in. Gasping, he spread his fingers around my dick spearing him. When I pushed forward, he pressed a hand to my stomach.

“Go easy on me.”

“Remove your hand.”

“Gunner—”

“Ben, remove your hand.”

Slowly he dropped his hand, and I drove inside him to the hilt. Ben’s legs trembled, and he cried out, clutching the edge of the desk.

“Fuck.” The word exploded out of Ben.

“Again?”

His face turned red, but he nodded. “Yes, you promised to exhaust me into sleep.”

“So I did.” I stroked the inside of his thighs. “Spread that pussy wide open around my cock and let me put you right to sleep.”

“Gunner,” Ben protested.

“You love it when I treat you like my slut, and I know it, so give it a rest, Ben. You can be whatever you want. It’s just the two of us.”

“What the hell are you doing to me?” He moaned as I moved, thrusting slowly but sending every inch of me up inside him with each plunge. He uttered the most arousing whines, and when he panted and hissed at me, it was music to my ears and an aphrodisiac to my soul.

“That’s it, baby.” I coached him through the intensity of what he was feeling. His face was flushed. So was his chest, and his moans had escalated into full-bodied cries.

I stopped moving and captured his lips with mine. He was wet and breathing hard. I teased his nipples with my fingers, kissed his jaw and the saltiness of his skin.

“I want you bent over the desk,” I said.

“I don’t know if I can move.”

“You can. When I come inside you, I want to see the way your ass bounces on my dick.”

He found his legs and shifted to bend over the desk with his elbows firmly planted. I fingered his hole, pleased to find him stretched to perfection.

“That’s it.” I slid back home. Ben made an impressive arch of his back, and I ran a hand down his spine. “Keep that hole open and feel every inch of me.”

I picked up the pace, the glimpse of what awaited me too promising to deliberately delay. His ass smacked into my pelvis, and I ground the next thrust into him. He cried out, but I gripped his hips to prevent him from escaping.

“Yes.” He reached back, grabbed both cheeks, and spread them for me. “Fuck me, Gunner.”

“That’s so fucking hot. Keep your cheeks apart just like that. Let me see that slutty hole getting smashed by my cock.”

Ben groaned, his body twitching as he came. I cupped the back of his neck and rode him through his orgasm, then let go and gave in. My legs almost gave out when reality returned.

“Yup, that’ll work.” Ben sighed. “Don’t even try to get me back into bed. I’ll just sleep here like this.”

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