Oliver's Online by Stephani Hecht, Amber Kell

desk.”
    No sooner had Oliver said those words than Lane reached out and swept all the contents off his desk with one movement of his arm. He then grabbed Oliver by the hips and sat him on the desk.
    “Take off your shoes,” Lane ordered, his eyes dark with desire.
    Oliver toed off his shoes and then took off his socks, tossing them to the side. Lane undid Oliver’s pants. Oliver lifted up his hips, so Lane could slide them and his underwear off. Those, too, were tossed to the side, leaving Oliver naked from the waist down. When Oliver went to take off his shirt, Lane shook his head.
    “Leave it on,” he said.
    Okay, Oliver could go with that. Lane undid his own fly, but only enough to get his cock out, yet not before he reached into his pocket to grab a condom and a travel size packet of lube.
    “I like a guy who’s always prepared,” Oliver purred.
    “I’ll bet you do. Now lay back.” Lane gave Oliver a gentle shove on his chest.
    Oliver did, making it so his legs were hanging over the edge of the desk. Then he waited to see what Lane was going to do next. It was kind of heady to give up control like this. It was all so new to Oliver, and he found that he quite liked it.
    Just when he felt that he was going to jump out his skin from anticipation, he felt the velvet sensation of Lane’s lips brushing against his stomach. He kissed his way around Oliver’s navel before working his way down to his groin.
    Oliver let out a gasp when he felt Lane licking the head of his cock. He swirled his tongue over the head a few times before finally sucking in the whole length. Oliver cried out in pleasure as his dick was surrounded by a warm, moist suction.
    At almost the same time, Oliver felt a cool finger probing his tight opening. He spread his legs out to give Lane more room to work, at the same time relaxing his body. When Lane finally did thrust the digit in, it came as a sweet relief.
    “Oh God, yes,” Oliver cried out as he clawed at the desktop for purchase.
    Lane sawed the finger in and out, all the while continuing to suck on Oliver’s cock, the combined pleasures driving Oliver crazy. Then when Oliver didn’t think it could possibly get any better, Lane added a second finger.
    Oliver’s body arched on the desk as he let out a cry so loud there was no way the people on the other side of the door couldn’t have heard it. But he was past the point of caring. All that mattered was Lane and what he was doing to Oliver’s body.
    Then Lane added a third finger and twisted his wrist so he pegged Oliver’s prostate and all bets were off. Oliver let out a yell so loud that they probably heard him all the way back at his apartment. Hell, they probably heard him two states over.
    “Lane, please, screw me now. I need you in me.”
    Lane just let out a humming sound and continued to finger fuck Oliver, torturing him in the sweetest way possible. Oliver grabbed the edge of the desk and let it bite into his fingers, the pain keeping him rooted, so he didn’t come too soon.
    Finally, when Oliver thought that he couldn’t possibly take anymore, Lane took out his fingers and let Oliver’s cock slip free from his mouth with a popping sound. Moving up, Lane gave Oliver a deep, open-mouthed kiss. Oliver returned it, tasting his own essence on Lane’s tongue. They made out for a few minutes before Lane pulled back then held up the condom like it was some kind of prize.
    “Is this what my baby wants?” Lane asked.
    “Please,” Oliver whimpered.
    Lane ripped it open and slipped it on before using the last of the lube to slick himself up. He then lined himself to Oliver’s opening and slowly thrust inside him. Oliver let out a moan as he felt himself being filled and stretched to his limits.
    Lane ran a hand down Oliver’s chest and paused a moment. “Are you ready?”
    Oliver nodded and Lane began to move in and out at a steady pace. Oliver knew he wasn’t going to last long. Not only because Lane had already had him