Page 182 of King of Pain
“Yeah, well, my boyfriend is feral. I have to be prepared,” I shoot back. “Case in point.”
Snickering, Ant rounds the desk again and lands a playful smack on my right cheek.
“Blame this ass. Not me,” he growls.
I roll my forehead against the grain of the desktop. “Ant, please.”
His hands grip the outside of my thighs. “So needy.”
Then he drops to his knees, palms spreading me open. I gasp, sucking in a breath.
Antwhistles. “Now this is what I call lunch delivery.”
And let me tell you… the man loves to eat.
Thank fuck for pre-gym showers.
Ant dives in, making me gasp while gripping the edge of his desk.
He gives my hole a single pass with the broad width of his tongue, followed by an assault of swirls and tongue fucking until I'm a writhing mess.
“Oh, fuck,” I whisper as softly as I can manage.Frantically, I twist to look over my shoulder, reach back, fist the top of his hair, and yank. “You need to get inside me. Now.”
He wipes his mouth as he stands and pops the button on his pants. I turn back, bracing myself as I hear the lube cap click open.
His hand glides up the back of my shirt, bracing my shoulder as he works two slick fingers inside me.
We don’t have the time, and I don’t have the patience for him to prep me fully.
“I’m ready. Hurry before we get busted.”
Ant doesn’t answer. He just removes his fingers, and I feel the press of his cock against me, thick and hot.
“This is going to be quick,” he pants.
“Give it to me, boss man,” I tease, feeding this impromptu office fantasy.
That gets a reaction. His hands slide up my back and over my shoulders, clasping together beneath my chin like a bridle.
Then he pounds into me like he invented office fucking.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan.
The sounds of skin against skin echo against the walls, and when I hear a low rumble from his chest, I know he’s close. It’s his tell.
Ant releases my chin, wraps one hand around my waist, the other around my cock, and he strokes me in sync with his thrusts.
It doesn’t take long.
He swells inside me and marks his territory as I come hard in his hand.
Ant collapses over me, forehead to my back, panting.
I laugh, breathless. “We should probably get out of this compromising position.”
He groans, straightening, then helps me up. “Eh, Meg would probably pay for a show. The things she’s said about you? Definitely not safe for work.”
I laugh as I get my shorts back on and hand him a towel from my gym bag to clean up. I study him—still breathless, still reeling.
