Page 45 of Toxic Devotion

Neil looked him in the eyes for a second, then glanced away, his lips pressed together. Oh, he had hit the nail on the head, hadn’t he?

“Aren’t you tired of all your lies?” He threw his hands up. “What exactly have they led to, huh?”

Death. They’d led to death.

Sorrow filled Neil’s eyes, and he shook his head. “It’s not the same.”

“Isn’t it?”

He stepped right into Neil’s space and to his credit, he didn’t move back even an inch. He just looked Marco straight in the eyes and said, “No, it isn’t.”

Marco hummed and turned to sit against his desk. When Neil raised a hand and ran his fingers through Marco’s hair, he let him. For a second. Then he grabbed him around the wrist and twisted his arm behind his back. He slammed Neil across his desk, the man’s ass just at the right height for what he wanted.

Neil didn’t protest as Marco opened his pants and pulled them down around the man’s thighs. He did, however, arch his back and spread his legs as much as he could with his pants in the way. The sight had his blood thrumming, lust coursing through him as his dick hardened in his pants.

He jerked the desk drawer open and grabbed the lube he still kept in there. He spread some over his fingers and then slid them between Neil’s cheeks, finding his hole and pushing two fingers inside. Neil gasped, the sound making Marco’s eyes fall shut.

He fucked the man with his fingers until he ran out of patience. He removed his fingers and lubed up his cock, then dried his hand off in Neil’s shirt. He held his cock against Neil’s hole, watching with his lip between his teeth as he pushed the head of his cock past that tight ring of muscles. Neil took himinside with a deep groan. He was so fucking tight, he had to take a moment just to breathe or he’d end up blowing his load.

Neil tried to wiggle that fine ass of his to get Marco to move. All he got out of that was a hard slap to his right ass cheek. Neil jumped, making Marco curse at the movement.

“Per favore,” Neil whimpered, forehead dropping to the desk.

“What was that?”

He wrapped a hand around Neil’s throat and pulled him up until he had to lean on his hands to keep from being choked. He put his mouth next to Neil’s ear, smirking when his breath on the man’s skin had him shivering.

“What did you say?”

Neil sucked in a breath, then moaned. Marco tightened his hold on Neil’s throat.

“Please,” Neil gasped out. “Please, Marco.”

“Please what?”

Neil’s arms were shaking, his ass clamping down hard around Marco’s cock.

“Please fuck me. Use me.”

He was going to fuck him so hard he couldn’t walk without feeling him. He was going to leave the man a complete wreck. He pulled his hips back, smiling at the groan coming from Neil, and then he thrust forward. He slammed into Neil’s ass, the friction and heat feeling so damn good he couldn’t hold back a moan.

He released his hold on Neil’s throat and pushed him back down across the desk, a hand on the man’s upper back, right between his shoulder blades, the other gripping his hip tight.

The heat and tight squeeze around his cock was incredible. Fucking Neil always rocked his world. Even now.

He was going to come inside him. He was going to flood Neil with his come. He didn’t want to claim the man in any other way, though. He was a selfish motherfucker, after all.

Neil’s moans got louder and more frequent, so he knew the man was close to coming. He slammed into him harder and faster, sending them both over that edge and into a haze of pleasure. He gasped, dropping forward, his hand on Neil’s back the only thing holding him up. He closed his eyes, panting as he tried to catch his breath.

Neil was warm under him. Soft. Filled with his come.

He almost bent down to kiss the side of Neil’s neck but managed to get his head back on straight. He pulled out and tucked his cock away before dropping into his desk chair. Neil pulled his pants up and turned around, leaning back against the desk with a content look on his face. His eyes were dark as they roamed over Marco. There were all sorts of things in those eyes that he didn’t want to see.

“I’ll get the ball rolling for Cade,” he said, chin lifting as he stared at Neil.

Neil blinked, trying to hide the hurt, his jaw clenching ever so slightly.

“Thank you,” Neil said and pushed away from the desk. He hesitated for a second, gaze on Marco, and then he turned and walked out the door.

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