Page 18 of Full Mountie

But it doesn’t take him long to give in to me and let me set the pace. Long, slow strokes in and out of his mouth, with a pulsing hold at either end. His hands start on my hips, but as I fuck his mouth, he curves his fingers under the elastic of my briefs and finds the curve of my ass. I flex against his touch there, and he makes a helpless sound for me.

“Yeah, baby. Missed my ass, didn’t you?”

He growls around my cock, and I grin. I want to go dancing with him. We never got a chance to do that. We danced, just the two of us, drunk and horny, but it would be so much better in a club. Pulsing lights, grinding bodies.

I’m getting close now. That little tingle at the base of my spine pushes me to thrust faster, chasing my release.

I hold his face tight against me as I come harder than I have in longer than I care to remember.

I’m still twitching as I pull out of his mouth. I drop to my knees and drag him to the edge of the chair. He’s a big beast of a man, but so am I, and I’ll manhandle him wherever and whenever I want. Right now, I want to taste myself on his lips. I stroke my hands up his chest and squeeze his shoulders, holding him in place as I kiss him.

Our first kiss this year was angry. This is decidedly not. I just came like a fucking champ down his throat and he lapped it up like a hungry alley cat. Now he kisses me like he’s starving for this, too, and I need to hold him steady.Oh, Lachlan.How long has he deprived himself? Need vibrates off him.

“Did I not teach you anything?” I ask gently as I push him back, my hand flat against his chest.

He licks his lips. “About what?”

“You can’t be a monk. It’s not healthy.”

“Not everyone can be the hedonist that you are.”

I roll my eyes. “You should try it. You’re a powder keg about to go off.” I hook my fingers into his waistband. “Although going off is exactly what I want you to do now.”

He groans and rolls his head back against the chair as I slowly fist him. His cock is a thing of a beauty.

“I haven’t been a monk.”

“Tell me…” I slide my thumb over the head of his cock. I lean in and breathe in his scent. I want to know all his secrets. “Tell me everything. And I’ll reward you for each story.”

He bucks his hips, driving his cock through my fist, but I dodge my head out of the way. He’s only going to get my mouth one way, and that’s by opening up.

I squeeze him tighter by way of warning. “What was the last dirty thing you did?”

“Can’t tell you. That’s a matter of national security.”

I jerk my attention to his face. “Really?”

His cheeks flame. “Yeah.”

“With the PM?”

His eyes go wide. “Not just…” He tries to slide his hips back onto the chair, but I’ve got a firm grasp on him. He’s not going anywhere. “Uh…”

“Tell me.”

“You…” He struggles around his tongue. I want to laugh at him, but his concern is legit.

“I won’t tell anyone.”

“Beth knows.” He licks his lips. “And that’s it. Uh… the PM asked me to help him with Ellie. Lend some hands, so to speak.”

Fuck, that’s delicious. “I’m going to jack off to that later.”

He glares at me. “It wasn’t like whatever you’re imagining.”

“Ah. You were just being helpful? Mr. Kinky Helper Man? That doesn’t count. What was the last dirty thing you did foryou?”

His blush deepens. “I don’t remember.”

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