Page 168 of Himbo Hitman
He looks smug as he steps inside and closes the door behind himself. “Guess who made a call this morning?”
“Gee, that’s a hard one.”
“It was me,” he says like that wasn’t already implied. Or obvious since he’s been calling his doctor every day this week. “Dr. Olick had a cancellation, so my appointment was bumped up two days.”
Now he’s got my attention. “And? How is everything?”
“All recovered.” His grin stretches across his face. “Basically said I was superhuman. Fastest he’d ever seen. They might conduct scientific studies on me one day.”
I stare at him and his stalling, waiting for him to confirm what I think he’s confirming.
His smile morphs into a smirk as he turns the lock on my door. “So … where do you want to fuck me?”
Holy shit. I switch off my computer, stand up, and shove everything across my desk. A tray clatters to the carpeted floor, but I can deal with that later. I point at the clear spot, dick already growing.
“Bend over.”
Perry groans and strips out of his shirt as he crosses the room toward me. The nasty scars are a reminder of everything we’ve been through together. “I love when you get bossy with me.”
“Uh-huh.” I grab the back of his neck once he’s close enough and push him until he’s where I want him. Face down, ass up, and—most importantly—supported under his torso on the off chance he can reinjure himself.
Perry grips the other side of my desk and actually wriggles his ass at me. “Come on, get in there.”
“Fuck me. I need this.”
“Then what are youwaitingfor?”
I run both hands over his denim-clad ass. “Did you bring lube?”
He snorts. “Of course. In my pocket.”
Thank fuck. Maybe we should wait until we’re home tonight and can make this into something special or whatever, but I don’t see the point. While Perry was in the hospital, he had a full health screening, and since we couldn’t have sex for way too fucking long anyway, I went and got checked as well.
I pull out the lube, laughing at the four packets he’s shoved in there, and then I reach around and pop the button on his jeans.He’s going commando, and it’s only too easy to push his jeans down until they’re locked around his ankles.
“Shit, you’re sexy.” I run my hand down his spine, all the way to his ass, where I draw it back and spank him hard. Perry howls, and damn, I hope Lars isn’t waiting outside because if he is, he definitely would have heard that.
With all the whining I’ve been doing about sex though, surely he’d know better.
“I showered for you,” he says, and he’s not subtle.
I lean in and spread his cheeks apart. That little pink hole makes my cock throb with want as I run my tongue over it. “I really should have jerked off this morning,” I murmur. In my defense, I thought it would be days more until we got to do this, so I’m already on edge and ready to blow, and I’m not even inside him yet.
I use my tongue to play with his hole, to soften and relax him before I’m able to slip inside. Perry’s moan is also too loud for my office, but I give exactly zero fucks as I rail him with my tongue and he presses back into my face.
“Finally,” he pants. “I’ve missed this.”
I pull my tongue free and press two fingers into him instead. “What about this?”
“So much. So, so much.”
Hearing him flustered and desperate is my favorite thing in the world. “You’ve got such a good little hole,” I tell him, squeezing lube out onto it as I thrust my fingers in harder. I make sure to avoid his prostate, wanting to really drive him out of his goddamn mind before I finally fuck him. “Should I let it have my cock?”
“You should. You definitely should. I’ve been so patient.” He’s rocking back onto my fingers, trying to take them deeper, so before he can get too into it, I add another. I know he’s getting frustrated as I focus on stretching and opening him up instead of giving him the hard pounding he wants.
“Want me to put a condom on?” I tease, already knowing the answer to that question.
Perry shakes his head hard. “Don’t you dare. I want to feel filthy by the time we’re done.”
