Lucien (The Marchesi Family 1)

“L-Lucien?”

“Have you been rimmed before, Peter?”

“I… um…” I had to swallow before I could speak. “No.” I’d never had the nerve to ask for it, and most of the men I’d been with just wanted to get off quickly.

“I like that I get to be your first.” He licked me from my balls all the way to the base of my spine, and I shuddered.

“Please.”

He laughed, the sound warm. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to stop. Enjoy your reward.”

I gasped when he flicked the tip of his tongue over my pucker. As he continued to tease me with the tip of his tongue, I gripped the front edge of his desk tightly, glad I had something to hold on to.

His hands dug into my ass, squeezing hard enough to hurt, but I didn’t care because he thrust his tongue into me, and it was the most incredible sensation I’d ever felt.

He hummed against me. “You love that don’t you?”

“Yes. God, yes. Don’t stop.”

He didn’t. He tongue fucked my ass until my cock was so hard I was sure I was going to come without being touched. All my muscles felt like they’d gone liquid.

I whimpered when Lucien released me and sat back in his chair. I turned my head to look at him and saw him coat his now sheathed cock with lube. Had he started keeping those supplies in his desk drawer rather than his bathroom? If he’d created them from thin air, I wouldn’t have been surprised at that point. He was fucking magic.

He positioned me so I could ease down on his cock, and I sucked in my breath as he stretched me. I welcomed the sting, needing something to anchor me after wondering if I might float away on pleasure as my hardass mafia boss tongued me.

He held my hips, guiding me farther onto him. “Take it all.”

I held the edge of his desk to steady myself. My thigh muscles quivered with the strain, but no way in hell was I going to stop. I wanted every inch of him. I wanted everything he was willing to give me. I didn’t care if that made me crazy or desperate or what-the-hell ever. Yes, he’d sat right there while I held his cock in my mouth and casually talked about killing a man. That should have scared me more than it did. He was also demanding as fuck, but he’d never hurt me.

As soon as my ass pressed against him, he lifted me. “Fuck, I love watching my cock stretch your hole.”

I bit my lip, trying to hold in my whimpers.

“Good boy. You’ve got to keep quiet in here. All those gorgeous sounds are only for me.”

“Y-yes, sir.” I tried to lower myself again, but he held me still.

“I’m in charge.”

He sure as hell was, and I wanted it that way. He was everything I’d dreamed of as long as I didn’t let myself think about the danger he’d placed me in or the cruel things he did.

He lifted and lowered me slowly. My knuckles were white where I gripped the desk. I wanted to touch myself so badly. I had yet to come after sucking him, keeping his cock warm, having his tongue in me, and now this.

“Please, sir. Let me come.”

“Mmm. You know I love how prettily you beg.” He lifted me all the way off him and pushed me back over the desk. Then he stood and drove into me. I scrambled to grab onto the far edge of the desk and hold myself still as he fucked me mercilessly.

He laid over me so he could whisper in my ear. “Is this what you need?”

“I… Yes. Please.”

He worked me hard and fast, hips slamming against me. I let go with one hand and stuffed my fist in my mouth so I could stay silent.

“I want you to come without being touched. Can you do that for me?”

I never had before, but I thought I might if he kept up what he was doing. He angled my hips so his cock dragged over my prostate. A few more strokes was all it took. My body tensed, heat raced along my spine, and I thought I might erupt in flames. Then cum shot from my cock. I knew I was making a mess on his carpet, but I couldn’t worry about that as pleasure so intense it hurt pulsed through me. Lucien drove deep, and I came with a muffled groan.

“Fuck, that’s so fucking good, Peter. I swear I’m addicted to you.”

It was a few seconds before I could speak. “Is that bad?”

He kissed the back of my neck. “No, baby. Not as long as you serve me this well.”

“I like serving you.”

“Then we’re a good match.”

Were we really, though?

He pulled out of me, and I thought about how hot it would be to feel his cum run down my legs, telling me I’d been thoroughly marked by him. He was right. I really was happiest when serving him.