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His thumb is still circling my hole as I do as he says and bend over his desk. The wood feels hard and smooth on my chest.

Jack is behind me. He pulls my underwear to the side and buries his nose in my arse. No, not there. I squeal and try and pull away but he holds me down and runs his tongue around the puckered hole.

Oh god. Who knew there were so many nerve ending are there? I moan and try to relax. It's impossible.

He stops and I feel the soft sting of a slap. I wonder if I'm about to get spanked again. He spreads my arse wider and darts his tongue in and out of my asshole. I clench at first then try and relax.

"Jeezussss," I moan.

His tongue is flicking in and out of my tight hole while his other hand returns to the front and begins to massage my dick again.

I close my eyes tight — I'm lost to the sensations. I might pass out it feels so good.

His fingers move from my balls to slip inside me. I clench again and get another slap.

I'm breathing hard as I will myself to relax. His fingers reach deeper inside me and begin to ram harder and harder with each thrust. Oh, oh, oh, how can he do that so fast and make it feel so good?

I can feel the tension building but I'm scared to let go. He has all this power over me and I'm helpless to his touch.

"Come for me, Ianto. Don't hold back."

As his tongue continues to assault me from behind I'm being pushed farther than I'm used to.

"Oh god, I'm going to come." I squeal. I try and squirm away as the orgasm washes over me. My whole body is shuddering with each wave of pleasure that is swimming through my core.

He continues to move his fingers in and out of me as I tighten and contract onto his hand. He smacks me on the arse again.

"Don't move," he says.

As if I could even if I tried. He tugs at my underwear and they slowly slide down my legs. I can feel the warm breeze from the air conditioner against my trembling thighs. I can barely move and I'm probably not allowed to.

"You want this." I can feel the tip of his cock at the swollen entrance to my arse.

Do I?

"Yes, I want it," I moan breathlessly.

He pushes it in until only the head is inside me. "Say it. Tell me what you want me to do to you."

"I want you to have sex…"

He slaps my arse. "Say it properly. What do you want?"

"I want you to fuck me." The words sound both shocking and arousing to my ears.

I've become a version of myself that I don't recognize anymore.

He shoves his cock into me hard and fast, which I appreciate. I'm hungry for him and don't want him to waste time in warming me up. I'm already there.

I grip the desk as each thrust pumps into me just the way I like it. Who knew I got so turned on with it being rough like this? I surprise myself sometimes.

"Yes!" I bite my lip as the second orgasm begins to build.

"Oh, fuck," I moan.

He speeds up and I can't tell anymore what I'm saying or how I sound. His thighs slap against mine with each thrust. He feels amazing inside of me.

Something falls off the desk and crashes on the floor. I'm too lost to see what it is and I don't care. All I care about is the way he's making me feel, the way my body is on fire.

He leans over me and it feels like he's deeper inside me than I thought possible.

"Are you close? Tell me when you're close."

"I'm there. I'm about to ... Oh, oh, god." My body tenses. He thrusts balls deep inside of me as my arse contracts around him. I can feel myself squeezing his cock from the inside as each wave of ecstasy shudders over me.

I'm so exhausted that I can barely move.

"My turn," he says.

He flips me over until my back is on his desk and he pulls my hips to meet his still hard cock. How he hasn't come yet is beyond me. He has so much stamina I can barely handle it.

He slides his cock back inside of me. I can watch his face from this angle and I see just how much control he has. He's playing my body like a finely tuned instrument that he knows how to get the best out of.

He lifts my legs so he has better access to my swollen satisfied arse. I have to let him hold me in this position because I'm too exhausted to do it myself. He slams into me over and over, his thick cock stretching me with each thrust.

"Jesus," I moan. My voice is croaky and breathless.

He pulls out and slaps his cock onto my prostate. I gasp and try and pull away but he holds my legs tight.

"You like it this way, don't you?"

"Yes."

"You want me to continue fucking your tight hot hole like this? You want to see how much your body can take?"

I can barely breathe. I nod.

He slaps his cock against my nerve cluster again making me squeal, then pulls almost completely out, shoves it back inside of me. I'm so slicked it slides in easily until he's in as far as he can. He stops there, doesn't move, filling me up.

Then he pulls me closer to the edge of the desk, pressing my legs back so I'm wide and open for him. His free hand begins to tease my dick as he starts moving again.

Slowly then fast. I don't know what he's going to do next.

He pulls me up so I'm sitting on the desk, dangling on the edge, his cock still inside me, moving, thrusting.

I wrap my legs around his waist for support.

I don't know how it's possible but I can feel a third orgasm building. He grabs hold of my hair and pulls my head back so he as easy access to my neck. He begins to suck and nibble at my exposed skin.

My body trembles as he speeds up. His balls slap against my arse from the momentum.

He pulls my hair tighter, his fist tangled in it, as he continues to fuck me, all the while teasing my dick. I've never been fucked like this before. I doubt I ever will.

"Jack." I call his name as I get closer and closer.

"Hold on," he says. "Don't come until I tell you to."

"I can't hold..." I moan as he takes his hand away from my dick and holds my hip, pulling me onto him.

He's shoving forward at a faster pace, slamming into me. He pulls my hair back again until I'm looking at the ceiling. He sucks on my neck so hard I think it'll bruise.

"Now," he says. He shoves his hand back on my dick, squeezing with such force that I buckle immediately. My body shudders and shakes.

He pulls out and sprays his creamy cum onto the desk next to me, finishing with a satisfied grunt.

We both take a moment to get our breath back. I slowly sit up, still out of breath, still not sure what happened. I walked into his office to tell him I was leaving and I didn't want anything to do with him. Now, I'm more confused than ever.

He pulls me to his chest and gently caresses down my hair, then around to my face.

His touch is soft and caring now. Gentle.

"Stay," he says. "Don't leave Torchwood. Don't leave me."

"I'm Rose's Whore of Honour" he whispers in my ear and I know I freeze, "She's a cow who loves making me work. This is her wedding, to her beloved and I am the one who has to smile and hold her flowers. We are like siblings, I swear to you. You are the cake I want to eat."

I don't know how to respond to that so I settle for a soft snort as he cleans us both with wet wipes from his drawer.

I think we just turned a page.

The End

Happy Birthday Darling Crumbly Cakes xxxxx