Chapter 24

Twenty-Four

I flipped us about,felt muscles flex with the effort of turning us around, but Jake wasn’t heavy. It took little strength on my part and then he was sitting on my desk, legs splayed, an anticipatory flush on his cheeks. The way he parted his lips, eager for a kiss, was sinful temptation alone.

Jake grabbed my collar, drawing me in sharply, his mouth hungry as it slanted over mine. I kissed him back, pressing in, grinding our groins together. It felt good, but frustrating. I needed far more skin contact than just this.

One of those strong, slim legs wrapped around my waist, and it triggered some instinct in me. Something base and animalistic, and I wanted nothing more than to strip him, mark him, tear the clothes off his skin, and thrust in until he couldn’t do anything but writhe under me.

My hands went to his shirt, pulling it free of his pants, focused only on getting him naked as quickly as possible.

Jake huffed a soft laugh against my mouth, hands joining mine. “I think I hit a switch.”

“You did,” I growled back.

He didn’t have words after that as I swallowed the possibility, kissing him endlessly as I yanked clothes out of the way. I loved kissing this man. The eagerness, the hunger I tasted as he kissed me, it drove my lust for him ever higher.

His pants thwarted me, refusing to go down with Jake still sitting in them, and that wouldn’t do. I slid my hands under the cloth, grabbing bare ass, and lifted him right into me.

Jake startled, breaking the kiss, eyes wide and wild, breathing erratic. I could feel how hard he was against me, wanted to grind into it, but his pants were still in the way.

“Push them down,” I ordered softly.

I felt a shiver go through him, but his hands obeyed, pushing the pants off until they hit the floor with a soft whump. His feet still dangled without touching, and I could tell he liked it—he enjoyed being manhandled like this.

That, I could do with pleasure.

A spark of mischief hit and I obeyed the whim promptly. I laid him back across the desk, sending a few papers in all directions, but I didn’t care about the mess. Jake sprawled out, startled but trusting. He didn’t fight it, just found his balance.

Or tried.

I quite liked keeping him off-balance, actually.

Immediately, I sank to my knees, put both hands on the insides of his thighs, and pushed them up and apart.

“Th-Theon—ahh!”

Oh, he liked this very much. My tongue was firm as I rimmed him, and I could feel him shake a little with each push inside, tremors running through his thighs. Jake made these needy, keening noises in the back of his throat, even as his ass opened up to me. Smug male pride swept through me for turning my partner into a quivering wreck. I’d be doing this more often.

“The-Theon, pocket,” Jake stuttered out.

Pocket?

“Oil. In my pocket.”

This crafty little—he’d been carrying around oil? In anticipation of this? I’d talk to him about that later, but right now I was so glad for the oil, I could have cried. Or crowed. Not sure which.

By feeling alone, I searched for his pants, found them, and found the oil in one pocket. Not a large bottle, hence why I hadn’t noticed it before, but enough for my purposes.

My own desperation was climbing, crawling up my spine and urging me to just claim my partner now. I couldn’t, not without risking injury to Jake, and I’d have rather lost an arm than hurt him. I pulled free, watching for a moment as his ring of muscle quivered and flexed. If he was somehow doing that on purpose, then he had no idea how close I was to the line.

I coated my fingers, standing while keeping one of his legs over my shoulder. The second I had a fingertip against his opening, I lifted my eyes, watching his face as I pushed the digit smoothly in.

Jake’s mouth was already open on a pant, eyes hooded. He looked like a man high on lust and without a single operative brain cell. His dick stood up taut against his stomach, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

So he’d liked being rimmed so much he became rigid because of it, eh? Now that, I definitely took note of.

I wrapped a hand around his dick, working the shaft just at the top, gathering all that pre-cum onto my fingers before dropping it down to my own shaft, working myself up to full hardness.

Jake lifted up on his elbows to watch me, his eyes nearly crossing.

“That is not fair,” Jake managed, words strangled and breathless. “How dare you find a kink I didn’t even know I had.”

“You’re using far too many words.”

He cocked a brow at me, all challenge. “Only one way to shut me up.”

This bastard was goading me. Oh, he was in for it now. I was not letting him off easy.

I dumped what was left of the oil onto my cock, barely smoothing it around before lining up with his opening.

Jake dropped back, no strength in him, a groan escaping his mouth as I pressed in slowly, deliberately. He was so incredibly hot and tight around me, I had to clamp down on my desire to roughly take him. I had no idea how long it had been since he’d last had sex, or if he was even used to anal sex.

Bottoming out in him felt so good I thought I might be daydreaming for a second. Then I felt those legs wrap around my waist again and knew I wasn’t, that even now, Jake was egging me on.

But I wasn’t content with this kind of contact. I wanted all of him plastered to me. I wanted nothing between us, not even air. That’s how much I craved this man.

Leaning in, I gathered him by his shoulders, urging him up. The second he had his arms around my shoulders, I shifted my grip, getting my arms under his thighs and lifting him off the desk completely. Awkward angle, but I managed it, and he seated even firmer against me, impossibly taking me into him a bit more.

“Ahhhhnnggh.” Jake’s fingers clawed against my skin, digging into my shoulders.

It wasn’t a sound of pain.

I kept my arms steady, holding him like that, slowly moving my hips to thrust up. Jake spasmed, making more of those delicious noises right against my ear. My entire body was so sensitive right now that every brush of his skin against mine felt like almost too much—a breath away from being completely overwhelming. Still, I couldn’t stop thrusting up into him. Making love with Jake was intoxicating, and with every moment, I became that much more addicted.

I felt pre-cum slide against my belly, his cock trapped between us and apparently enjoying the friction very much.

“Want to come?” I whispered the words against his mouth.

Jake was wild with need, it was clear in those beautiful green eyes, but still he shook his head no.

Body craving release, but he was enjoying this too much to stop so soon? I felt exactly the same way. Which meant I needed to change positions before the friction against his cock sent him over the edge.

It was a struggle to walk, mostly for the coordination, but I managed the few steps to the hearth. No fire in the grate now, but the softest rug in the room was there. I knelt smoothly, set his head and torso down first, then shifted my arms out onto the thick fur so I didn’t accidentally fall on top of him. The second I was balanced, the legs Jake had wrapped around my waist clamped down.

All right, I knew he was doing that on purpose. “Why does this suddenly feel like a competition?”

He grinned up at me, expression full of sass. “You’re coming first.”

“The hell I am.” Now he’d done it. He’d triggered my competitive drive on top of everything else.

I pulled out a good inch before thrusting back in, hard, watching him writhe and gasp under the force of it. Then I did it again, knowing he was loving it and eager for more. It made me long to touch him again.

Leaning in, I kissed him, our tongues tangling with each other. Jake’s hands sought mine, our fingers intertwining, as if he wanted to cage me right there. I certainly didn’t mind. It felt good, our chests brushing together as I moved over him. I felt his insides quiver like mad, could feel his desperation rise in the kiss we shared. My cock was constantly being squeezed by Jake’s muscles, almost teasing in nature. I could feel my own climax building, that heat and telltale tingle pooling in my groin.

Jake abruptly lurched upward, legs shaking, pulling me impossibly tighter. His whole body clenched and trembled as he did, pulling my orgasm roughly out of me. I poured myself into him, quaking under the strength of my climax, breath and light and even sense of self dissipating like smoke.

I might have blacked out a little. I felt aftershocks of pleasure sweep through me even as I focused on breathing. Just breathing, my head resting on Jake’s shoulder, my softened dick still partially inside of him. The afterglow was unbelievable; all I wanted to do was just curl up with him and take a nap.

Not that I could. It was a miracle someone hadn’t come looking for me already. Also, I was sure he felt flattened with me on top of him like this. I’d best move.

The second I got an inch off him, Jake’s arms latched around my waist and pulled me back down.

“No,” he told me seriously.

I felt a chuckle rise up in my chest. “No, huh?”

“No. You feel very good right where you are, and the second I get my breath back, I’m going to flip us over and ride you until you’re bucking under me like crazy?—”

Damn, that was a very good visual.

“—so you’re not moving.”

Since I was not a stupid man, I said, “Of course I’m not.”

“Glad we’re on the same page.”

“But what if someone comes looking for me?”

“Use your magic, my dude.”

What could I possibly use? My brain still felt scrambled after the intense climax we’d just shared. It took an embarrassingly long second to think of the right locking spell, then even longer to think of the right way to say it.

I dared to lift up on one elbow, just so I could see the door, and hit it with a very secure locking spell. There, that was better. No interruptions that way.

“Good. Now—” Jake pulled me back into a kiss.

The drive was banked for now, so I took my time, leisurely kissing him back. Enjoying it, savoring him, and living only in this moment.

“Theon?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you think I can get you hard again while you’re still inside me?”

This minx. He was trying to wring me dry. Not that I was at all upset about this. “We’re going to be occupied all evening, aren’t we?”

“Likely all night, too.”

It was good we were on the same page.