“Getting rid of all that body paint is a bitch.” The right-hand side of Jag’s mouth hooked up into a smile. “I guess you know how far it goes now.”
Michael found himself swallowing. They were too close, and Jag’s lips were too tempting. But that was the point, wasn’t it? This wasn’t some innocent conversation. A week and a half of stares and pseudo flirting had led to this moment. Had Jag intended for him to see him in the shower? Probably. The young man was definitely trouble. Gorgeous, hard to resist, trouble.
“Or had I washed too much of it off by the time you saw me?” Jag’s gaze held on to Michael’s, refusing to let him look away. “In case you hadn’t realised, I’m giving you permission to touch. If you want it.” He shifted his weight forwards, crushing his lips against Michael’s.
Michael brought his hands up to caress Jag’s cheeks as he pressed deep and hard into the kiss. Before he knew it, Jag was sitting on his lap, and his arms were around his bare back, holding tightly and caressing his soft skin with his thumbs. Jag’s hands tangled into Michael’s hair, causing a little pain as he tugged his head back. Jag pushed up onto his knees so his face was above Michael’s, his mouth bearing down with relentless need.
His hands dropped to Michael’s shoulders, kneading them for a few seconds before he grabbed Michael’s tie, tugged it free of the collar of his shirt, and dropped it onto the floor. Next, he unbuttoned Michael’s shirt, fingers moving swiftly down until the last one had popped free and he was able to caress Michael’s chest with the palms of his hands. Jag’s hands were so soft and warm. The feel of them running over his nipples made Michael shiver and whimper with delight. Then Jag’s hands moved to his shoulders again, resting there. His damp hair fell against Michael’s face, filling his nostrils with the clean scent of apple shampoo.
Jag pulled back from the kiss, his pupils wide, his lips parted a fraction as he stared into Michael’s eyes. “I’m only looking for a bit of fun,” he said before pressing a soft, swift kiss to Michael’s lips. “Just so we’re clear.”
“A bit of fun?” Michael queried, risking running his hands down Jag’s back to caress his arse cheeks. Just as he’d thought, they fit nicely in his hands, enticing him to squeeze lightly. “What did you have in mind?”
Jag chuckled. “I hadn’t thought that far ahead.” He kissed Michael again, fiercely and breathlessly. “Depends on how far you want to go.”
He undid Michael’s belt, and a second later, it joined the tie on the floor. He worked his way from Michael’s lips, to his jaw and then down his neck, occasionally nipping rather than kissing. The attention was driving Michael wild, turning him on, and ridding him of all good sense. Jag opened Michael’s trousers, tugging the zipper down with a firm movement. His underpants still constrained his dick, but some of the light pressure was alleviated from it. Michael fumbled with the button and zipper on Jag’s jeans. He pushed them down, over Jag’s slight hips, to his knees. Holy fuck. The young man wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Michael stared at Jag’s erect cock and licked his lips, his brain fuzzy with desire.
“Lift your hips,” Jag whispered before sucking Michael’s earlobe into his mouth.
Michael obeyed, allowing Jag to pull his trousers and underpants down his thighs. It felt so good to have his hard dick free of his clothes.
“How far do you want to go?” Jag asked, circling his hand around Michael’s dick.
Michael bit his lip as he sucked in a breath. “Fuck,” he hissed, unable to summon any other word to his lips, as Jag’s hand caressed his aching cock.
Jag chuckled. “Thatfar, huh?”
It was impossible to think straight whilst Jag’s hand was stroking and squeezing andfuck. He gasped, squeezing his fingertips into the soft flesh of Jag’s arse.
“Do you like that?” Jag asked before trailing kisses along Michael’s jaw again.
Michael nodded, wishing the power of speech would return to him.
“What about this?” Jag slipped off Michael’s lap and knelt on the floor, between his knees.
He looked up at Michael, grinning bewitchingly, before taking Michael’s cock into his mouth. The whole. Fucking. Length. Michael gripped the arms of the chair, digging his fingers in as he tipped his head back and let out a deep, satisfied moan. As Jag pulled up towards the tip of his cock, Michael felt cool air around his moist shaft; then Jag plunged down again, sucking with the same intense pressure that he’d kissed with. Any hope Michael had of thinking straight fluttered away. He was lost to the wiles of the enchanting young man between his legs.
He was stunned when Jag pulled free, grabbed his face, and yanked him into a searing, salty kiss.
“I want to fuck you,” Jag said in a needy whisper. “Please.”
Michael blinked. His mind screamed at him to slow down, but his body begged him to say yes. It was just a bit of fun, he reminded himself, and who was he to object if this virile young man wanted to fuck him? Jag clearly knew what he was doing and what he wanted, and in that instant, he obviously wantedhim. Michael’s breath escaped his lips in a whimper.
He pointed towards his desk drawer. “Condoms,” he gasped. “Lube.”
Jag arched an eyebrow. “You fuck people in your office a lot?”
Michael licked his lips. “Not often enough.” That was a lie. He’d never had sex in his office before. He wasn’t even sure why he kept them there. Wishful thinking? Not that Jag needed to know that.
Laughing, Jag pulled the drawer open and retrieved a condom from the full box and the bottle of lube. He tore the condom wrapper with his teeth, rolling the rubber onto his cock whilst Michael watched hungrily. After applying a generous amount of lube, Jag stood and stepped out of his jeans.
“I’m going to want to fuck you over the desk,” he announced.
Michael nodded and stood, removing his trousers and underpants. He hadn’t expected Jag to call the shots, but clearly he was used to doing so. He turned his back on Jag and leant on the desk, bending his knees slightly, to account for their height difference. He shivered as Jag’s warm hands rested on his hips, fingertips sliding back and forth.
“Do you want warming up first?” Jag asked, his breath hot against Michael’s back. His unexpected kiss sent electricity shooting down Michael’s spine.
“Just fuck me,” Michael bit out. He was more than ready. Jag’s advances had left him desperate for more.
