Tied Up by the Boss (Office Kink #2)(24)

“And this arsehole . . . hell.” His words drifted off and I tensed as his finger brushed over my opening. He spread my cheeks with his other hand.

“Sir,” I breathed and heard the top of the lube pop open. Then a slick finger circled my hole. “Oh god . . .”

“I’m not going to do this unless you’re properly prepared.” His finger pressed inward and curled.

I huffed.

“All right?”

“Fuck yes,” I croaked.

He drew his finger in and out, slowly, then rotated, causing me to gasp and grip the desk.

I felt a second finger entering me, following the same dizzying pattern. “Oh . . . yes . . . that’s . . .”

“What? You like having my fingers inside you, stretching you, preparing that sexy arsehole for my big cock?”

“Gahhh . . .” I sputtered. “Dirty talk will only make me come before the fun starts.”

“We’ll just add to your punishment when I string you up later.”

I whimpered. “You’re evil.”

“You love it.”

I bit my lip and tried not to yell out my agreement as his fingers worked me, touching that fiery spot within. “You’re hitting my prostate. Fuck.” I squirmed and gasped.

“Here?” he asked, his fingers slowing and brushing against it.

I cried out, my fingers and toes curling as he kept it up. “Sir, you’ll make me come. Please stop. Please!”

Morgan growled behind me. “You know I can’t resist your pleading.” He took his fingers away, and I felt the head of his cock pressing in. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

His condom-covered cock head breached my hole and it burned. “It’s too much. Don’t ever stop.”

Morgan chuckled, and it made his dick vibrate deliciously.

He slid all the way in and it felt as if his cock reached my damn tonsils. I coughed.

He stilled. “Good?”

“Sooooo good.”

“You got that right.” He slid out and back in, and though my hole was stretched and tender, I wanted more.

He thrust in harder and I stuttered, “Oh-h-h-h . . .”

Then he found his pace, thrusting and angling his hips, touching parts of me I never knew existed. I was moaning, yelling, and spouting words that didn’t make much sense.

Morgan was just as vocal. At first, he tried to give me that wicked dirty talk that seemed to fly off his tongue with ease, but now he was making the same noises I was and rambling off what could only be English slang, a proverb or two, and maybe a scone recipe.

I couldn’t hold back, feeling my climax tight in my balls.

“May I come, sir? Please, oh please.”

“Yes, god yes, Parker. We’ll come together.”

I let myself go, trying to lift up a little from the desk so my dick had somewhere to shoot. But Morgan leaned into me, pressing me down even further.

And we came . . .

Hard and loud, both of us grunting and shouting like wild animals.

Without thinking, I reached back to find his hand, holding it tight as we shook. I closed my eyes, feeling somehow complete.

“Parker . . . ,” he whispered, following it with a string of frenzied compliments. His hands stroked my back and he kissed my neck and shoulder. His chest hair scratched against me in the most sensual way, both of us covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

I smiled, completely satiated.

“Sorry about your desk.” I said, as we lay there, Morgan on top of me.

“Trent is always talking about the fabulous janitor. I’ll just have the bloke clean my office more thoroughly next time.”

“Sounds good,” I said, letting my breathing slow.

Morgan finally got up and slid out of me.

I yelped.

“You’re okay?”

“Define okay.” I pushed myself up from the desk, slightly light-headed.

“All your parts are intact?”

“I think so. My legs are shaky though.” I turned around as he was tossing the condom into the garbage can.

“Mine too. Maybe if we hold on to each other, we won’t fall too hard.” Were we still talking about the after-effects of sex? Or something else entirely? I was sure I’d heard it somewhere in a rock ballad. My scrambled brain couldn’t handle that kind of depth at the moment.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him, our sweaty come-drenched bodies pressing tightly together. His arms entwined around my back, one sneaking down to squeeze my ass. In his embrace everything felt simple and true, like it was meant to be. I wanted to stay here forever.

But I didn’t use words like forever.

What had this man done to me?

I pulled back from the kiss and looked at him. His eyes held what might be the same confusion. How could any of this have happened? With us? The two most opposite people on the planet.

He smiled and reached behind to grab the towel and wipe off the desk. “Get back up there. It’s time for your punishment.”

I grinned. No one could call Morgan inconsistent. I jumped up and raised my arms, ready to be tied.





Chapter Thirteen





Morgan





I dried my hands after I’d washed up in the executive loo. I looked up into the mirror and saw my smile. That hadn’t happened in a while.