“Shhh.” And the guy said it gently, like he fully expected Gabriel to hush up now.
And appallingly Gabriel felt a melting in his gut, a desire to shut up and do whatever this prick told him to do.
The larger man deliberately shoved his hips against Gabriel.
“D’you…mind…” he gasped.
“I might,” he was informed mildly. “I might be quite sensitive.
You might have seriously hurt my feelings.”
Once again the sonofabitch was laughing at Gabriel. He ground out, “Yeah, right. Okay, asshole. Fun is fun. Now let me up.
I’ve got things to do and places to go. Not that this hasn’t been a night to remember…”
A breath of tequila huffed against the side of his face, tickling his ear. “Is that what you really want, little tiger? You do not like my attentions?”
Gabriel shivered as the man plastered himself closer still, his stiff member rubbing up and down Gabriel’s ass. “You do not want my warmth against your body?”
He shook his head, not trusting his voice.
“We both know you’re lying, mi gatito parvulo.” A big hand slid between Gabriel’s legs to grope the hard bulge there. “You desire me, si?”
“No, I don’t see,” Gabriel gritted. But, oh God, the feel of that big hand fondling him through the stiff denim of his jeans. It was all he could do not to beg.
The exploring hand found his waistband and worked the button fly of his jeans. Before Gabriel could do more than grunt out a protest, his Levi’s were roughly dragged down. Cool air wafted over his bare cheeks as the jeans slid down his long strong legs to pool at his feet. He was left standing there in his jock strap.
“Silk,” the big man murmured approvingly. “Yes. That is you.
That is perfect.”
Perfectly embarrassing, maybe.
And the wisp of silk and elastic went with one swipe, freeing Gabriel’s swollen cock to jut up against the polished wood of the huge desk. He started to turn, then thought better of it, tensing at the clink of a belt buckle. This was followed by the slide of a zipper. Gabriel stood frozen, the blood pounding dizzily in his ears. His cock was already leaking in excitement.
The big man said something soft in Spanish, something Gabriel couldn’t quite catch, but the velvet growl of words nuzzled into his hair set his heart tumbling.
Long steely fingers wrapped around his shaft. The blunt, callused pad of a thumb slowly massaged the head, teasing the underside and tracing the creamy slit. Gabriel bit his tongue to keep from moaning, but as the edge of that thumb smeared the precome, a faint sound escaped him. His knees weak, he gratefully acknowledged the hard arm about his waist, only noticing then—distantly—that his hands were free. Good thing.
He needed them to steady himself on the edge of the desk.
Hard fingers moved between his legs, exploring the tight sac and then leisurely moving on. A sliding caress of one angular hip and then the long blunt fingers slowly traced the crack of Gabriel’s taut ass.
Then came the delicate press of a thick fingertip on the hot pink hole of Gabriel’s anus.
“Holy mother!” the man said huskily. “You feel so ripe, so ready for me.”
Gabriel moaned again, shivering. “Oh…fuck!”
The fingers pierced him slowly, sweetly. Slickly. Slickly? Lube?
Where did this guy get lube? Was he some kind of always prepared sexual Boy Scout or did he find it in a desk drawer? It wasn’t hard to believe in this place: tubes of KY dispensed with the bottles of Wite-Out.
“Is that a request?” The man pressed his lips next to Gabriel’s ear. The hand holding Gabriel’s straining cock in its callused warmth stilled. “Because if it isn’t, I’ll stop now.” Though the voice was no less seductive, an undertone of inflexibility cut through the haze of Gabriel’s lust. “I have no wish to take what is not truly desired.”
Gabriel twisted, staring back at the stern, handsome face watching his own. The big man’s cock was nestled hotly in the crease of his ass. His own shaft rested trustingly in the other’s tight grip. And now the guy wanted to discuss it? Jesus fucking Christ!
Of course Gabriel wanted him. He wanted this man with every fiber of his being, but he hated being forced to admit it out loud.
Tall, Dark, and Perverse’s moral soft spot was going to spoil the whole goddamned thing. It was part of the game Gabriel played with himself. He relied on the illusion that he was being physically forced, restrained against his wishes, overpowered by a greater strength and will than his own. He craved the pretense of his helpless submission—and this man with his hard hands and silken voice, his velvety kisses and brutal strength, was Gabriel’s fondest wet dream come true. A man who instinctively knew it took more than just a thick cock to take Gabriel to the peak of sexual ecstasy.
But not if they had to talk about it for chrissake!
The blunt head of the man’s cock rubbed over his asshole, and Gabriel deliberately pushed backward. The tip of the slick, thick cock nudged into his ring of tight, quivering muscle.
Gabriel groaned and thrust his hips to gain more of the deliciously teasing shaft. But infuriatingly, the big dick didn’t shove past his sphincter muscle.
Wet lips brushed over his ear and drew a line of moisture down his neck. “Yes, gringo?”
The words tore out of him. He couldn’t help it. “Yes! You cholo bastard. Yes!”
In one long, smooth stroke the stout cock sheathed itself to the hilt in Gabriel’s taut body. The man whispered into the crook of his neck. “Spanish. Not Mexicano. Not Americano. You are conquered by a true son of Spain.”
“Like I give a shit.” Gabriel gasped fretfully, “Just fuck me blind.”
“Si, mi gatito, si. I will give you what you most desire.”
Slow, strong thrusts jarred Gabriel’s teeth and knocked his bobbing hard-on into the desk with a heavy thud at each languid stroke. He could have wept at that solacing mix of pain and pleasure.
The stranger’s shaft was long, thick and hot; Gabriel seemed to feel every bulging, pulsing vein that ribbed its surface.
Distantly he wondered whether the lube the man had used heated on contact with skin. His insides blazed, his opening burned and spasmed, straining to accommodate that driving cock.