His breath hitched in his throat as I thrusted shallowly into him. Somehow, I am not breaking his composure. I want to hear that voice scream my name and pant like a dog.
I want L.
My thoughts cause me to thrust into his depths again, more roughly now. I am driven by pure lust, an animalistic desire to manipulate this man.
His breathing and the faint color in his cheeks give away how affected he is by my assault. He looks so beautiful like this, debauched and perfect.
Leaning down to kiss his navel, I buried myself deeper into him and brush against his prostrate. I know, because I'm delighting in the full body shiver and whimper I get in return. I shift my body to get a better angle and I pound him like a dog into the sheets.
I like the feeling of his thin, pale fingers clutching the hairs on the back of my neck. His mask finally breaks and he's moaning directly into my ears, pulling me close to him as I take him hard, loving the feeling of his walls suffocating me with such blissful pleasure. What a voice, so wretched and colored with emotion.
The loudest moan yet sent me spiraling into my orgasm, the stirring in my groin got too much to bear, I feel him tighten around me and I explode inside him, a million stars peppering my vision. He comes as well, his back arching off the table as he shoots ropes of cum onto my chest.
I'm tempted to take him again as I pull out of him and see my cum leak out of his abused entrance. He's sprawled so messily on the table, a tangle of limbs and his just-fucked-hair.
He came into my office obviously asking me to fuck him senseless, wearing my t-shirt and all. Now it clung in all the right places. My t-shirt definitely suits him now. I smirk. I plunge two fingers into his ass. He winces. I pull them out, covered in my cum. I don't miss the lick of his lips as I hover my fingers over his face, over his mouth.
"Suck."
He obliged happily, his eyes glazed over by lust as he took my fingers in his mouth, licking and sucking my cum off them. His tongue laves over my middle finger and I feel myself harden again.
I thrusted my fingers into his mouth and he gags, glaring up at me.
I want to fuck that mouth.
I position myself between his legs and he releases my fingers with a wet pop. I feel his legs lock me in place and I bend down, trailing gentle kisses on his knees, his inner thighs.
I nuzzle my face against his erection and he outright moans, his eyes closing from the friction, fingers clutching my worksheets as I graze my teeth gently along his oversensitive skin.
"Fuck," he breathes. "Please."
