Making It Personal by Wells, C. (best non fiction books of all time txt) 📗

undo his fly, and then Blake’s pants were pulled down roughly, baring his arse. Blake gasped as Will stroked a finger along his crease.

“Jacket off.”

The deep, rich voice had Blake obeying him instantly. He shucked off the jacket impatiently and stood trembling as Will slid warm hands up under his shirt, stroking his back, before reaching around to tug and twist his nipples. God, did he remember all Blake’s hot spots? Blake let out a low mewl.

“Uh-uh, baby.” Will’s breath fluttered against his ear. “You can’t make a sound. Someone might hear.” Blake’s heart gave a jolt as his hair was grabbed, forcing his head back as Will claimed his mouth in a brutal kiss, all teeth and tongue, just what he wanted. Will’s tongue plundered his mouth relentlessly. And then that finger was back, sliding over his hole. Will broke the kiss and Blake made a soft noise of disappointment. Will chuckled.

“We’re gonna need lube. Don’t really want to fuck you dry.”

Oh hell. Blake fucking loved it when a partner talked dirty.

“In… in my bathroom. There’s some hand lotion.” He stammered out the words.

Another chuckle resounded in his ear. “Uh-uh. Not good. Doesn’t work so well with condoms. Where’s your Vaseline lip balm?” Will had seen him use it once or twice. Blake pointed shakily to the top drawer of his desk. Will scrummaged around in the drawer, pouncing on it eagerly. “Lemon flavored? Nice.” Blake hadn’t dared move. He stood there, pants around his thighs, his shirt half covering his arse, cock poking out from below it, hard and wanting. Will stood beside him, slowly undoing his tie. Blake swallowed. The look in those brown eyes….

“Take off your tie.”

Hands shaking, Blake obeyed. He held it out to Will. “Good boy.” Blake shivered at the words. Fuck. One night of hot sex nearly three months ago and yet Will remembered everything. He held himself still as Will came up behind him. “Close your eyes, baby.” Blake closed them, shuddering as he felt the silk tie cover his eyes, tightening around his head as Will tied it at the back of his head. He trembled as those intrepid hands once more caressed his bare skin under his shirt—and then stifled a gasp as the shirt was pulled off his shoulders, his arms freed.

“Hands behind your back.” Those short, sexy instructions ramped up his arousal. He let out a low cry as his hands were seized around the wrists and tied together with his shirt, not tight enough to cut off circulation but enough to prevent him freeing himself. Will grabbed the bundled shirt and pushed him over the desk, his face meeting the smooth grain of the varnished wood, belly resting on the edge of the desk.

“Ready to be fucked?” The words were delivered quietly, but with real heat behind them. Blake did his best to bob his head, but it was difficult—Will pushed him flat, hand pressing against the center of his back below his nape, between his shoulder blades.

“Yes, oh fuck, yes,” Blake whispered. He was at Will’s mercy—and he fucking loved it.

“Hmmm, not quite ready. We need something else.” Blake moaned as another tie covered his mouth, gagging him. He whimpered as Will tied it at the back of his head. Oh God. Still half dressed, blindfolded, bound and gagged—it was all his fantasies brought to life.

That hand was back at his nape, holding him immobile. The faint aroma of lemon suddenly filled his nose. Will had opened the lip balm. Blake shivered as the light scent filled his senses. A stray thought filtered through his brain. God, every time I use it from now on, I’m going to think of this. Blake liked that. The thought was driven from him as two fingers plunged into his arse. Fuck……

Will bent low over him, his shirt soft against Blake’s cool skin. “Going to fuck you now, baby.” His breath tickled Blake’s ear. Blake’s cry was muffled by the gag as Will twisted his fingers deep inside him, finger-fucking him roughly. Blake pushed back, desperate for what was coming. Will kissed down his spine, never pausing once in his erotic assault. “God, you’re eager, aren’t you?” Blake mewled. Will let out a soft laugh. “Patience. I want this arse ready for when I slide eight inches of hard, thick cock into it.” Blake whimpered. Come on and fuck me already. “Going to let go of you while I put on the condom. Don’t move.”

Blake bobbed his head in frantic agreement as Will released him, his fingers pulling free of his body. The sound of the foil seemed so loud. He heard the snap of latex and shivered in anticipation. He lay absolutely still, never daring to move, listening for every sound, waiting anxiously for the first sign that he was about to get fucked. At last he felt Will’s cock, hot and hard as he pressed against his hole. He pushed back but Will held him down.

“No, baby. I’m in charge here.” Blake could have screamed in frustration. He held himself still, listening for any sound—and then his body went rigid as Will thrust into him, filling him completely. Fuck, he’s big. Will grabbed him at the wrists and shoulder as he slammed into him, balls slapping against Blake’s arse. Blake’s mouth opened in a silent scream, the sound cut off by the gag as Will assaulted his arse, pushing him relentlessly toward orgasm.

“Fuck, I’d forgotten how tight you are.” Will moved faster now, his cock hitting his gland with every thrust. Blake’s dick lay trapped against the desk, sliding over the smooth wood as each thrust propelled him forward. He whimpered in gratitude as Will released his shoulder and pulled at his hips, lifting his arse higher. Then he reached around and grabbed Blake’s cock, tugging at it forcefully, the action just the right side of painful.

“You gonna come for me soon?” Will panted above him. Blake could feel the scrape of Will’s belt buckle against the back