Not Safe for Work

By: L. A. Witt

He sat back on his heels. “How do you want me?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t you listen, Rick? I told you what to do after you’d put the condom on.”

He grimaced. “I…”

“You forgot?”

“I forgot.”

I laughed, running a couple of fingertips up his abs to his chest. “I’ll let it go this time. Get on your hands and knees.”

He immediately did as he was told. I got up and positioned myself behind him. After I’d put some lube on him, I guided my cock to him and pressed in.

Rick moaned, his whole body seeming to relax as I pushed into him. I wanted to get inside him as quickly as possible, but I couldn’t resist going slowly, taunting him with shallow strokes and enjoying this for myself. At least then when I woke up from this dream, I’d have a vivid memory to fantasize about later.

I pulled almost all the way out, paused, and sank back into him. “How does this feel?”

“Like…like I should have pinged you a lot sooner.”

“I agree.” I ran my hands up his back as I started fucking him slowly. “I almost think I should punish you for making me wait this long.”

Rick murmured something I couldn’t hear. Then, “Is that a promise?”

Oh dear Lord…

“It can be.”

Another shudder ran through him, and he tightened around me as goose bumps rose along his spine.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” I said. “But for tonight, I just want…” I picked up speed, my head getting lighter with every stroke. “I just want to fuck you.”

He let his head fall forward. “Oh God…”

“Grab one of those pillows,” I said through clenched teeth. “To put under your hips.”

He felt around for the pillow, found it, and pulled it toward us. Once it was under him, I used my body weight to push him all the way down onto the bed. I stretched out over him. This was the best feeling in the world—skin to skin from head to toe, my lips against his neck and my cock moving slowly in and out of his tight ass. I held myself up on my forearms, and Rick found one hand, then the other. Gripping his hands tightly, I had even more leverage, and he obviously didn’t mind—I thrust a little harder, and he groaned, his voice thrumming against my lips and my chest.

I couldn’t see his face like this, but the muscles in his back and shoulders told me everything I wanted to know. Tensing against my chest. Twitching. Relaxing before tensing again, rippling with a shiver as he whispered a curse into the near-stillness.

I could have done this all night. My muscles burned, my arms trembled, and my skin was slick with sweat, but I didn’t care. Not as long as I was inside Rick.

Despite the fatigue, I picked up speed, thrusting deeper and harder, and panted against his neck in between cursing and murmuring, “Goddamn, Rick. You feel so good.”

He arched against me and moaned as I fucked him harder. “You feel amazing. Just like that. It’s…” He gasped, and holy hell, I didn’t think he could get any tighter. “Perfect. So perfect.”

“You close?” I whispered. “Right on the edge?”

“Uh-huh. Just—oh God!” He was unbelievably tight, and somehow he moved his hips beneath me, probably rubbing his cock against the pillow to drive himself crazier, and I kept thrusting at the exact same speed, and…Christ…

“I’m gonna come,” I groaned against his neck. “Oh fuck, Rick…” I held my breath, forcing myself to stay in control. “You should really savor this,” I panted in his ear. “You know why?”


“Because it’s the last time”—I thrust harder, making him groan—“you’ll be allowed to come without my permission.”

The groan turned to a helpless whimper, and he shuddered, clenching around me, and control became a thing of the past. My whole body shook, from my toes curling into the sheets to my fingers digging into his hands, and I exhaled hard against his neck as I shuddered and came inside him.

One more shudder, and I relaxed, slumping over the top of his hot, trembling body, and neither of us moved. I made sure my full weight wasn’t pressing down on him, but beyond that, all I could think was…breathe.

Chapter Four

Once we’d disposed of the condom and cleaned ourselves up, we pulled back the covers and climbed into bed. We’d barely hit the mattress before we gravitated together again, and my God, this was something I hadn’t realized I’d been missing—just lying beneath the covers, kissing languidly, pursuing nothing except the taste of his mouth and the softness of his lips.

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