“Just a bit more.” Richard’s voice was strained. He pushed, and they both gasped as David’s inner resistance gave, and Richard was in him to the hilt. “Sweet Jesus. Yes?”
“Yes. Oh, fucking—yes. Move.”
Richard did, slowly but not tentatively. David pushed back and felt the hand and arm that held him tighten. He pushed again and found he was trapped. Richard gave a breathless laugh at his ear. “You wanted my strength. You may have it.”
David’s hands clenched at nothing, white-knuckled on the carpet. Richard leaned onto David’s back, hips moving faster now, his face pressed against the hair on the back of David’s neck. So strong, so powerful, and all for David. “Richard. More. Yes, God, like that.”
Richard grunted and leaned in harder, and David couldn’t hold himself up against the weight. He went forward with a yelp, and then he was facedown on the carpet with Richard’s arms wrapped around him, under his chest and belly—avoiding his bruised ribs, of course, though that was the least of David’s concerns—and Richard was driving into him mercilessly, in and out. David cried aloud, although he barely had the breath for the weight on his back, writhing in his grip for the joy of friction against the rug, and felt Richard’s teeth in his shoulder through the linen of his shirt. “Tell me,” he rasped, pushing back. “Tell me you wanted this.”
“Forever.” Richard sounded as though his teeth were set. “You cannot imagine. If I had dared I should have pushed you onto the bed and begged for your body every night. Christ, David, you have no idea how I imagined you.”
David felt his lips stretch in a savage grin. “Show me now.”
Richard made an animal noise. “Up.” He sat back, hauling David off the carpet with him, so he was kneeling up, and David sat splayed over his lap. Richard’s arm tightened across David’s chest even as his other hand moved to David’s aching prick. Dear God, he wished they had a mirror for this. He wanted to see his own slim body against Richard’s bulk, see the red marks of hard fingers on his own skin, watch himself being taken.
“You are going to spend like this,” Richard said into his ear. He was fucking with short, hard snaps of the hips now even as he worked David’s cock, sending the pleasure pulsing through him inside and out so that he felt utterly, gloriously overwhelmed. “Me inside you and holding you. I dreamed of fucking you like this, you beautiful bastard.” He bit at David’s neck. “I dreamed you’d want me to.”
“I wanted you to put me over the desk at the interview,” David managed. Richard’s hand engulfed his prick, his grip and his restraining arm so powerful that David couldn’t have got free if he’d tried. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
Richard’s hips ground against him. “Then I should make it worth our wait. Like—”
“Oh Jesus!” David yelped as Richard thrust upward with startling force. “Please!”
“Again,” Richard said in his ear. “Say it again.”
“Please, Richard, more. Please.” David had known the man was strong but he must have thighs of iron to be pushing up like this and at just the perfect angle. If he wanted David begging, he could have it. “Fuck me, fuck me as you wanted to, don’t stop—”
“With me,” Richard gasped in his ear, hand tightening almost unbearably. “With me now.”
David threw his head back against Richard’s shoulder, crying out as he came so hard that it ached, only vaguely aware that Richard was climaxing at the same time. Two shuddering, interlocked bodies, two thundering hearts.
They gasped together a little longer as David’s vision cleared. David’s head was lolling back rather far for comfort, but he didn’t want to move.
“Ugh,” Richard said at last. “My knees.”
David wriggled off, rolled onto the carpet, and stared at the ceiling, getting his breath back. His chest smarted from Richard’s commanding grip, so much that he rather suspected Richard had picked up some ideas from Mr. Frey before they parted, and sent a grateful thought the gentleman’s way.
Richard was straightening his long legs, wincing as he unfolded himself. “My God, David, I cannot tell you how much I wanted that. I hope I did not crush you?”
“I told you, I like your size.”
“I hope I did not crush you excessively, then.” Richard leaned in for a long, gentle kiss. “And that you feel I have paid my debt.”
David smiled at that. “In full.”
“I don’t know if it was your intent,” Richard added, “but I suspect I shall find it a great deal easier to face this afternoon now. I only hope I can keep my mind on our business.” He brushed his hand through David’s hair. “We should get up. And dress.”