Couldn't Be Happier

Langly

<<< It’s amazing how much you can learn about people when you’re in my position.  Well, not in ‘this’ position.  It’s actually really fucking hard to think straight when you’re bent over a desk--being skillfully and, might I add, very thoroughly fucked.  Yeah, it’s really hard to think right now. >>>

It’s Byers that got to me first this morning.  He’s up as usual-- 6am --way before either Frohike or me.  I barely had time to pour a cup of coffee and sit at the table with a bowl of cereal before he had his hands all over me--not that I mind. 

Initially, I felt a strong pair of hands on my neck, massaging away all the kinks that had developed during the night.  This is the way he always starts off--very gentle and warm.  I know from experience it’s the calm before the storm.

He asks how I slept--y’know--stuff like that.  Next he smoothed back my hair a little bit to expose more of my neck.  I sense, more than feel, him lean down to nuzzle my neck before I get what I’ve been waiting for--his lips and mouth.  It’s so warm, and I think I know what a baby must feel like all wrapped up in soft blankets…the image of wool blankets swirl around in my head for a while before I realize it’s his beard--scratchy, but pleasant just the same.

I can feel his breath, slow and steady against my ear.  I sigh.  It’s almost inaudible but I’m sure John noticed.  His hands slip down over my shoulders and around to my chest.  I can feel him beginning to change mood already.  He’s becoming more assertive and possessive--not letting me do anything, which only succeeds in exciting me even more.  He’s nibbling and sucking on my ear and under my jaw now while positioning his hands for some particularly stimulating caresses up and down my chest.

My brain is humming.  Hell, my whole body is humming with energy.  I’m starting to shake and my muscles loosen as I relax into his touch--willing him complete and total control over my body.  My hands drop limply to my lap just as he slides his left one up under my t-shirt.  I shudder--my already oversensitive nipples peaking further under the sudden skin on skin.

Before I know what’s happening he’s lifting me and directing me to one of the less cluttered office desks in the other room.  He’s in full authoritative mode now.  I love it when he gets like this--totally in control of me. 

He turns me roughly by the shoulders to face him and kisses my mouth.  The kiss is so overpowering I feel my knees begin to buckle under me.  But he is there holding me securely in his arms and pushing my ass into the desk with his hips.

I hear a frustrated groan come from deep down in his chest after he finally releases my mouth.  I’m gasping for air when he lowers his forehead to my shoulder and begins rocking against me.  I stand there pinned between the desk and a moaning sweaty man, drinking in all the sensations.  It’s heaven…fuck, this IS heaven.

With a visible effort he pulls himself from me and begins to unfasten my jeans, which have become quite tight in the last few minutes.  I’m the one groaning now.  I lean back against the desk on my elbows, with my hips pushed forward--shamelessly begging for more.  My head lulls back and my eyes are closed but I bring my head forward when he speaks my name. 

“Ringo,” he says almost calmly, “look at me.” 

I look down at him; he’s on one knee between my feet.  His red flushed face is tilted to one side tantalizingly close to my stiff member.  He’s looking directly into my eyes with a lust I can’t even begin to describe when his pink tongue slides out of his mouth and proceeds to drive me totally insane.  The small circular licks around the tip of my cock force audible groans of appreciation from my throat.

In my muddled state I hear a voice cheering him on.  Ahh…Yes!  Ohhh…more, more, more!  I realize, a few seconds later, it’s me!  Although I don’t recognize my voice, it’s a little too high and girlish.  “Oh God, you make me so hot John,” I say more deeply in my chest. 

Those must have been the magic words.  In the next instant I find myself turned around, his hand on my neck forcing me to submit as he pushes me over the desk.  He’s fingering my entrance carefully, just to make sure I’m ready, even though were both old hats at this, so to speak.  I purposefully moan a little louder and push against his fingers--that’s all the more invitation he needs.  Removing his hand he positions himself and I hold onto the edges of the desk.  I have a feeling this is going to be a wild ride.

“Ohh, FUCK! YEAH!” I scream, as he plunges into me.  He’s so hard--driving into me; firm and swift, grunting primitively the whole time.  I’m gripping the edge of the desk so hard my knuckles are white.  At that moment, like he was reading my mind, his hands move from my hips to grip my wrists, firmly enough to bruise, and he refuses me the ability to hold on.  It’s torture not to have any leverage--exquisite torture. 

//I need you, feel you; hunger for you--with the delicious vision of orgasm dangling mere inches from my face.  I beg you to use me, love me, or leave me be--anything short of ending this torture of endless sensation.  I scream for release, only to have you fuck me slower, touch me too tenderly--driving me insane with softness.  I’m in your hands, a mound of responsive flesh--a gift to you.  You took control of my body, making me a willing victim of your fervent erotic brilliance, and I love you for it.// 

I love you, love you so much, John.

He slows till he’s almost not moving at all and I’m squirming under his weight.  I need more; I can’t stay here on the edge, I CAN’T!  When I’m absolutely convinced I am going to die from frustration he angles his hips a fraction of an inch and thrusts sharply, hitting a place inside that makes me keen.  He does that a few more times--a short quick push in and a long smooth one out--until we’re both incoherent with it.  I’m reduced to whimpering when I finally come.  He cries out harshly with his orgasm a moment later. 

We’re so exhausted that we stay there.  Me bent over the desk and him lying across my back, his cheek resting between my shoulder blades and both of us breathing in almost uncontrolled pants.

A few moments later, just before we start to slip into unconsciousness, I hear a contented sigh from across the room.  We both turn our heads to face the sound and see Frohike leaning against the doorframe, watching.  I’m not sure how long he’s been up, but the bulge in his pants, seems to indicate he’s been there for most of our little tryst.

He walks across the room, leans down, kisses both of us on the cheek and smiles adoringly.  As he’s leaving the room I hear him say, he’ll give me a half hour and then he has plans for me.  Amazingly, I feel the beginnings of arousal kicking in again…already.

Yeah, I’m a slut for these men.  I admit it.

I couldn’t be happier.