Page 98 of Last Chance Love

He stuffed himself back into his pants but didn’t bother buttoning them. “C’mon.”

Oh God, I was going to follow him into his next terrible idea, and we both knew it. I honestly didn’t know what the punishment for fucking in the Big House was, but I’d bet Mona would take a dim view of it. Sexual relationships between guys at the ranch were pretty much an open secret, but we were expected to be at least subtle and careful. Apparently, Reed had decided to take that concept and throw it out the window in pursuit of his hormones.

He walked down the hallway opposite the one leading to the dining hall and led me into a room. It looked like another office, except it didn’t look like it had seen a person save for the cleaner. There were no decorations on the wall, no files sitting around, and there wasn’t even a computer. It was an empty husk, awaiting the day someone might have a use for it.

“Desk?” he asked as I closed the door.

“Oh, desk, definitely,” I said after assessing the height of said desk and realizing it was just right to fuck him without having to hunch over and risk pulling something.

Reed grinned, and I watched with wide eyes. He didn’t hesitate to hook his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and jeans, pulling them down to his ankles. A little amused, I also watched as he managed to undo one boot and kick it off, pulling that leg free of his underwear and jeans but leaving them hanging on the ankle of his other leg.

“Now there’s a sight,” I said with a low laugh because he did look a little ridiculous.

“Alright, how’s this for a sight?” he asked, facing the desk and bending over to brace himself. If he intended to shut me up so I was distracted by the sight of his deliciously round ass on display, then he succeeded with flying colors.

“That…there’s a sight,” I repeated stupidly as I approached him, running a hand over one side and down his bare thigh. I was hard enough to ache, and I pulled myself free from the tight confines of my pants, letting my cock dangle in front of me.

Sliding up to him, I picked my cock up enough to slide it between his ass cheeks, making him turn to look at me. The smirk from before was absent as he watched me intently, a new expression of arousal in his eyes as I finally had his attention instead of the other way around. I had successfully planted the idea of being inside him, taking it from his teasing and turning it into inevitability.

I had to bend down to grab the lube he’d left in his pants in his haste to remove them. His eyes didn’t leave me as I opened it, letting some drizzle onto my other hand before closing it and setting it on the desk. The office was isolated, and the walls and doors were thick and built well, so we had enough time to screw around at our leisure, yet I knew the possibility of being caught was still there, tantalizing me.

I sucked in my bottom lip as I slipped two fingers into the tight heat of his ass, drawing out a low, needy groan from him. Twisting my fingers as they slid inside, I smirked and felt a thrill roll through me as he bowed his head with a low gasp that choked off when my fingers curled, immediately finding the nerves that made his dick jerk in reflex.

“I know it’s going to come back on me, but boy, do I love when the tables turn,” I said in a low voice, now using my fingers to fuck him, loosening him up and intensifying the pleasure he was feeling.

Even if wecouldtake our time, I didn’t want to. The feeling of him around my fingers quickly filled my thoughts, and I could only withstand temptation for so long. With the lube in hand, I covered my cock as quickly and efficiently as I could before setting the head at his hole and gripping his hips.

Entering him wasn’t nearly as difficult as it had been initially. I still had to grind myself forward to feel the grip of him sliding down my shaft. His head dropped with a low groan as we reached the halfway point between pain and pleasure. I could have taken it easier on him, but he wanted this, and I was more than happy to give it to him.

Bottoming out drew a low groan from both of us as I waited, letting him adjust to all of me inside him. It was always a test of my will when we found ourselves in this position, me inside him and forced to wait so I didn’t hurt him badly. I was in as far as I could get, but I was forced to stay still, forced to wait until he adjusted to me before I could do anything.

Then he gave the cue, the subtle restlessness of his body moving on the desk as he waited for me to do something. I didn’t need to wait until he started demanding to push myself back into him. It was in the slow thrusts where I could savor every feeling of him around me, the moments before I needed to remind myself that there was a time limit before someone noticed our absence.

I watched his hands claw the desk when my next thrust went from head to base in one steady push. As soon as I was as deep as possible, I heard him groan, pushing his ass back. That was enough to shred my self-control, and I began earnestly working him over.

As separated as we were from where everyone was gathered, and with a great deal of faith in the thick walls, I didn’t fret over the sound of my hips meeting his ass. All that mattered was the feel of him wrapped around me, pulling me into him with every thrust. It was in his low noises, gentle and quiet but full of the pleasure I was giving both of us. It spurned me on to get myself as deep as possible with each thrust, working up the speed and the power.

“Happy with yourself?” I asked as I picked up the pace, now thrusting even harder, jerking his body with each stop against his ass.

“Fuck yes, I am,” he said, his voice filled with tight pride, clearly pleased with himself for riling me up.

Which probably served the exact purpose he was looking for, making me go even harder. We were past the point where I had to worry about hurting him when he was finally warmed up and stretched, and I leaned forward to grab his shoulder as leverage. With that newfound grip, I was able to start pummeling, pulling him back into my thrusts and hearing his groans become stuttering cries.

I didn’t care how much noise we were making or how I was diminishing my stamina. All I could focus on was the intensity of the pleasure, the sheer delight in his noises, and the sight of his bare ass taking my cock with each heavy thrust. It was too much for me, and with a low grunt, I shoved my entire dick inside him and poured as deep as possible. My fingers gripped his hips fiercely as I came hard, bowing over him with a gasp as my strength wavered, my vision growing cloudy.

When I finally regained my senses, I was left hovering over him, pulling out slowly. I snorted when I realized that, at some point, he had left a mess on the desk. The only option we had to clean up what he’d left behind was our underwear.

“You didn’t have to use yours,” he said with a snort as we dressed and adjusted ourselves so it didn’t look like…well, like we’d found an unused office to fuck in.

“Uh, I’m not the one with a load up their ass at the moment,” I told him, kissing his temple as we prepared to leave. “Better you wear underwear in case of any, uh, leakage. God, thatsoundsso unsexy compared to how much fun it is to think about my load actually up there.”

He chuckled, nuzzling against me. “And I’m sure you’ll find a way to recover from being momentarily grossed out while you think about leaving your mark inside me for the rest of the night.”

“True,” I said, grabbing the door handle. “Ready?”

“Sure, your place or mine tonight?”

“Mmm, mine. We might as well keep up the pretense that we don’t know everyone already knows we’re together.”

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