Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69830 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69830 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
He fought with the pants restricting his movements. “I can’t.”
“Get them as wide as you can. I need access.”
“You’re really… Here?”
“Yes, right here. I’m going to fuck you while you’re bent over the keyboard. I’m going to make you keep working and expect you to do exactly what I say while I remind you I own your ass.”
“Jesus, Xavier.”
Hearing him say my name, the one reserved for special people in my life, made me even more desperate to have him.
I didn’t have any lube. I would have to remember to carry some with me always. I’d been foolish not to with Emilio in the house, but I hadn’t actually planned for this to happen before the battle.
“Don’t move.” I stepped into the attached bathroom and grabbed a bottle of lotion, quickly checking the ingredients and deciding it would do.
When I came back, Emilio was exactly as I’d left him, but he wasn’t working. His eyes were closed, and he was taking slow breaths like he was trying to calm himself. His cock was hard, jutting out from his body. I couldn’t wait to make him come. I didn’t even care if he got it all over the top-of-the-line keyboard. I’d buy another one. There was likely a spare around somewhere.
I should care. I should be a hell of a lot more concerned about letting myself get this distracted when we were so close to capturing these bastards, but if I didn’t do this, my head wouldn’t be clear enough to focus when the time came.
I tugged on his hips, forcing him to step back a little from the desk. He supported himself on one hand and typed with the other.
He paused, then hit a few keys, then paused again.
“Is something messing with your concentration?” I asked.
“You know what you’re doing.”
“You love it.”
“I don’t—”
I slid slick fingers along his crack, silencing him.
When I began to open him up, he arched his back and tilted his hips, showing me how much he wanted it.
“That’s it. You’re going to be the perfect slut for me, aren’t you?”
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Emilio
I sucked in my breath. Did he have any idea what those words did to me? I was his slut. I’d fuck him anywhere, anytime. He could do anything to me, no matter how filthy, but I didn’t think I could keep working while he did it. “X, I… I don’t know if…”
“I do. I know what a good boy you are. I know how much you want to please me. I know that you wouldn’t deny me this, even if you need to work while I do it.”
“Can’t… can’t concentrate.”
I pulled my fingers almost all the way out, and he whimpered. “You’re going to have to figure out how to because”—I wrapped a hand around his cock and stroked him—“you need this as much as I do.”
“What if our enemies arrive now? We know they already landed in St. Croix.”
“That’s all the more reason to do this while we can.”
This was insanity. We were possibly minutes away from a mission with far too many variables, a mission I was terrified X wouldn’t survive because he was too close to it, too willing to be reckless.
“Are you sure you don’t want to—” I failed to hold in a whimper as X tilted my hips forward so his fingers could move deeper and press against my prostate. The pleasure was almost painful “T-to save this until afterwards.”
“Oh, we’re going to fuck afterwards too, but I need this now.”
I looked at him over my shoulder. “Shouldn’t I at least move away from the keyboard?”
“No. I want you to keep working. I expect you to keep checking on things. I never told you to take a break. I told you to drop your pants and give me your ass.”
“You… you can’t be serious.”
“Oh, I’m very serious. You know how much you want to please me.”
“Y-yes.”
“And how much you enjoy it when I take control.”
“You always take control.”
“And you always love it.”
“Oh fuck.” X teased my sweet spot again, and I thought I might come right then. “I do. Fuck, I really do.”
He slowly pulled his fingers from my body, fucking with my ability to breathe.
“I like watching you work.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“Watching me work turns you on?”
“Seeing you so competent, so skilled, doing something you’re passionate about. Fuck yes, that turns me on. Now get to work.”
I turned back to the screen, but I just stared at it as X teased my hole with the tip of his cock. “You’ll get what you need when you start typing.”
I could do this. I had too because I would die if I didn’t have X inside me. I tapped on a few keys and studied the screen some more. When new data popped up, I suddenly remembered how to input code, and X thrust into me.