“You’ve fucked Senator Thompson, huh?” Luckily, I didn’t blurt it out as loudly as I could have, but it was still loud enough that Jag looked around to make sure I hadn’t been heard.
“Oh, good. People in Southeast Asia didn’t hear you,” he said sarcastically once he looked back at me. I tried to play it off like I didn’t care by stabbing a meatball with my fork and bringing it to my mouth. I caught Jag staring at my lips, so I played up the situation to make eating the saucy balls as sexy as I could. In spite of knowing better, I wanted to remind him of our joint shower when I had sucked his balls into my mouth one at a time. It seemed to be something he liked a hell of a lot. Jag leaned closer until his lips nearly brushed against my ear. “Yes, I did fuck the good senator, and yes, he wants me to fuck him again, but do you know what?”
“What?” My voice sounded strangled and a little raspier than I had been aiming for, but it was hard to put on a front when I had an erection trying to bust out of my trousers. It only took his deep, dirty voice in my ear to get me primed and ready.
“Senator Thompson doesn’t have the ass I’ve been dying to ride again.”Gulp.I knew where he was heading, and I couldn’t resist following. I set my fork down and slid my plate away as food became the last thing I wanted right then. No, there was definitely something else I wanted in my mouth.
“He doesn’t?” I asked.
“No.” Jag placed his hand on my thigh beneath the table and slid it upward until he cupped my straining hard-on through the thin fabric of my dress pants. “Why don’t you show me your office, Bones? I’d like to see the chair you wiggled in the day after I claimed that sweet ass.” Jag’s breath ghosted over my ear. “I felt you for days too.” My skin and clothes suddenly felt too tight as memories of our night together flashed behind my closed eyes. Jag gave my cock a firm squeeze, then rose to his feet, giving me a chance to go with him or watch him walk away—probably right to the good senator.
I stood up without a word and led the way to my office, which included a walk across campus in the frigid December air. The chilly wind that swept between the buildings did nothing to diminish the heat that boiled in my veins because I knew I would soon be filled with Jag’s burning heat and all else would fade away as he mastered my body.
There was no need to use my keys to get into the building because guests were encouraged to meander through the university that night. My office, however, was locked, so I pulled my keys out of my coat pocket and attempted to unlock the door. It took several tries because my hands were shaking as Jag rubbed his erection against my ass in the empty hallway and bit my ear.
“I haven’t come in my underwear since I was a teenager, Bones, but you’re making it really hard to hold back. God, I love your ass.” Jag gripped my cheeks in his large hands and massaged them. “I need to be inside you.”
Finally, I fit the key into the lock and opened the door. Jag shoved me inside my office before he slammed the door hard enough to rattle the frame. The only sound besides our pounding hearts and labored breathing was the click of the lock engaging beneath his masterful hands.
“I don’t have any protection here. Please tell me you have something with you.”
Jag smiled wickedly before he said, “I’ve got us covered, Bones. I wasn’t a Boy Scout, but I’m always prepared.”
“I was a Boy Scout, and that wasn’t what they meant about being prepared.” I took off my jacket and tossed it onto the small couch where I liked to read with a cup of hot coffee in the late afternoon. I reached for my tie and began to loosen it, but Jag’s words stopped me.
“Leave the tie and shirt on.” He pulled me into his arms and took my mouth in a ravaging, almost bruising kiss for several long, sexy minutes. “I’m going to bend you over your desk and fuck you the way your body is begging me to.” Jag whipped my chair out from behind the desk and positioned me the way he wanted me. He reached around to my tie and loosened the knot so it hung free a few inches. He lifted the knot in front of my mouth and said, “Bite this to keep from crying out, Bones, unless you want someone to hear you cry out as I give you the hard fucking you want.”
Jag’s dominant side drove me wild, and I eagerly obeyed him by chomping down on my tie. He made quick work of unbuckling my belt and unfastening my pants. The slide of the fabric down my legs caused me to shiver in expectation. I knew no matter how hard he’d ridden me the first time, it would pale in comparison to the pounding he was about to deliver.
Jag tossed his wallet onto the desk with a softthud, then came the rustling as he pushed down his own pants. I nearly groaned with anticipation when his belt buckle hit the hardwood floor with aclank.
I turned my head and watched Jag pull out two lube packets and a condom from his wallet. The sound of the packets tearing was the sexiest thing I had heard since the last time we were together. I missed watching him roll the latex down his steely length, but I didn’t have time to pout because his long, confident fingers began to work the lube inside my tight hole. It didn’t take me long to be grateful he’d recommended I bite my tie because it dulled the sound of the heavy groans he ripped from me.
“Just imagine how much you’ll want to shout once I’ve worked my dick inside you.” Jag pressed his cock to my opening to tease me. I thrust backward to take him inside me, but he pulled back. “You’re still so tight, Bones, and you threaten my control. I want to fuck you good and hard, but I don’t want to hurt you.” He continued stretching me until he thought I was ready to receive him. “Press your chest flat against your desk and grab onto the edge on the other side. The only thing I want in the air is your gorgeous ass.” I did as he asked and was rewarded with his hot, teasing hands on my ball sac and a wicked thumb massaging my taint.
As excited as I was to be giving my ass up to him again, I found myself holding my breath as he started to enter me. “Jag,” his name was a mumbled curse against knotted silk as he drew out my torture, entering me one tiny fraction of an inch at a time.
Jag pressed his chest against my back and placed his mouth against my ear. “Such a greedy ass you’ve got, Bones.” He laid his hands on top of mine just like he had the first time he’d claimed me, then he drove in deep, bottoming out in one hard thrust.
I screamed his name behind my impromptu gag as black dots danced in my vision and intense pleasure rocked me. Jag kept his thrusts slow and steady at first and allowed me to adjust to his girth, then he increased the intensity until I heard and felt the slap of his pelvis against my ass. I wished I could see how his hips looked as he powered in and out of me. I found myself longing for a mirror or some way to watch us because I knew Jag taking his pleasure from me and giving it to me in return would be the sexiest thing I ever saw.
“Don’t move,” he whispered hungrily in my ear. He lifted his weight off me until he stood behind me with his hands on my hips. “I need to watch your ass take me deep, Bones.” It felt like he was trying to memorize every sensation just like I was.
I resented the gag, wishing I could tell him how I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted to beg him, but I wasn’t sure what I would plead for. I yearned to shout his name and let him know he turned me inside out.
Jag held my hips in his strong hands, hard enough to bruise, and pounded into me. The sound of flesh smacking together echoed around my office, and I was certain I’d hear the echoes long afterward. Jag moved one hand and pressed down between my shoulder blades as if he feared I might try to escape.
Sweat dripped from my forehead and splashed onto my desk as Jag dialed up his pounding to a level I hadn’t known existed. It was beyond feral or animalistic. It was almost as if he was using my body to exorcise some sort of demon. The pleasure was too intense for me to complain.
Suddenly, Jag stilled with his dick buried inside me. “I want you to ride me while I sit in your chair, Bones. It’ll give you more memories to make you wiggle in your seat.” Jag pulled me up so I stood in front of him with his dick still lodged in my body and took a few steps back until he fell into my office chair, pulling me down on top of him.
Jag’s hands left my hips and slid up my torso, pulling my shirt along with them. I began fucking myself on his hard rod while he pinched my nipples. My cock bounced and slapped against my stomach and the sound spurred me on even more. I was so close to coming, but I didn’t want it to end. Jag’s fingernails rasped over my hard nipples and sent me flying over the edge. He grabbed my hips and began slamming me onto his shaft when my rhythm faltered and my orgasm flooded my system. I came in a wide arc that landed on my desk and the floor in front of me.
“Jesus, you get so tight when you come that it almost hurts,” Jag growled between his teeth.
I was so exhausted I could do nothing but lie back against his chest while he fucked into me, chasing his own orgasm. Jag was that damn good. Even better was the way he bit into my shoulder to keep from roaring as he flooded the condom inside me.
He thrust up into me twice more before he wrapped his arms around me and held me tight against him. He leaned his head so that his temple was pressed against the side of my sweaty neck. He pulled the tie out of my mouth and turned my head for a hot kiss. I hadn’t realized how much I missed his lips during sex until then. We kissed until our breathing and heart rates returned to normal.
