Page 68 of Love in Mission City
Another chuckled. “Good things come to those who wait.”
“I amnotknown for my patience, Knight. Now, I’m begging.”
He grabbed a condom, opened the wrapper and then, out of my sight, obviously rolled it on.
As much as I wanted to see his cock, I wanted it in me even more.
He snagged the bottle of lube, snapped it open, and made a big show of coating his fingers.
I almost told him I didn’t need prep. At this point, a bit of spit and I was ready to go. Still, after three months of working for the man, I knew he couldn’t be rushed. So much as I just wanted to press back against him and somehow have his cock fall into my ass, that wasn’t likely to happen.
When he circled his fingers around my hole, I nearly wept in relief. My cock, straining and sticking straight out, really wanted attention. I considered just jerking off, but something told me that wouldn’t curry me any favors with Knight and might, in fact, lose me the prostate pounding I was so anticipating.
Slowly, he slid one finger in.
I sighed. Only when he added a second finger did I feel any burn. I could easily take this, but I understood this entire interaction had to be on Knight’s terms. We’d barely made it past the boss/employee issue. I wasn’t going to do anything that might trigger him to stop.
“You like this?” He murmured the words into my ear, his breath hot against my neck.
“Uh, yeah, that’s awesome…” The word elongated as he twisted his fingers and located my prostate. “Um, yeah, that’s…oh, wow…”
Yet another sardonic chuckle. “You’re so easy to please.”
I bit back the plea on the tip on my tongue. “I want you to enjoy this as well.”
“Baby, if you think I’m not enjoying this, then we need to give you some serious anatomy lessons.” He brushed his cock against my ass.
My insides sparked.
He removed his fingers, slathered on more lube, obviously on his condom-covered cock, then he made a big show of putting the bottle on the photocopier. “Hold on, baby, I’m going to ride you hard.”
Oh, thank fuck.
I didn’t even give a thought to the photocopier as I gripped it tightly and put most of my weight against it.
Knight probed my entrance.
I pushed back.
He pushed in.
No question, a burn rippled through me as he pressed his substantial crown through my tight ring of muscles. I’d suspected he’d be big. I wasn’t wrong.
“Oh Jesus, Orlando, you’re tight.”
A compliment I’d happily accept. I tried to relax. “Just keep going.”
He did, using the lube to ease his way in. After several excruciating minutes, he bottomed out. He withdrew and pressed home. Gently. Carefully.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Knight. I’ve waited three months. Just fuck me already.”
Another one of his irritating—and endearing—chuckles. “Your wish is my command.”
And so he did. Fuck me, that was. He drilled me hard, gripping my hips for purchase. I’d have bruises in the morning, and I didn’t give a fuck. I just wanted the elusive orgasm I’d been promised when he dropped his drawers.
“Jerk yourself, baby. I can’t…” He stuttered that last bit.
“Sure.” I wrapped my hand around my cock, smearing the drip of cum across my length. Then, creating delicious friction, I began to jerk myself in earnest.
