Kyle couldn’t find the words, not right away. When he did, they came out on a moan he didn’t bother to hold back. “Ride you, sir.”
“Then you better get moving.”
Kyle nodded jerkily, feeling himself flush beneath Jamie’s hot gaze. He braced himself against Jamie’s body, legs quivering as he rose up higher. He hissed at the loss of Jamie’s cock as it slid out of him, then moaned when he sank back down onto it, forcing his body to loosen up and accept what Jamie had told him to take.
The hot pain receded as Kyle rolled his hips in tight circles, letting himself adjust to the thickness as he rode Jamie’s cock. Jamie always felt so good like this, buried deep in his ass, and Kyle moaned as the next downward drive of his hips had Jamie’s cock sliding against his prostate. Jamie grabbed his hips, forcing him back to that teeth-shivering angle. His blue eyes were hooded and hot as he stared at Kyle, his intense focus impossible to escape from.
“Right there,” Jamie growled. “Fuck yourself right there for me. I want you to feel it.”
Kyle groaned, doing as Jamie ordered, rocking down at the exact angle those strong hands had guided him to. He gasped at the pleasure coursing through his body with each grind of Jamie’s cock against his prostate.
Jamie pulled on the tie, guiding him into a messy, uncoordinated kiss that lasted only a moment. Kyle didn’t stop riding him, unable to look away from Jamie as he did so, watching as his face became flushed from the pleasure Kyle was giving him. Jamie’s hands were warm when they glided over his hips to squeeze his ass before giving him a hard slap.
Kyle let out a cry when Jamie did it again, the sting of the hit jolting through him. He could feel Jamie’s strength in the blow, the way it made his skin hot for several wonderful seconds. Jamie spanked him once more before grabbing his ass and hauling Kyle completely off his cock. The sudden emptiness had Kyle whining in the back of his throat, his hole tightening around nothing.
“Please, sir,” he gasped out, squirming in Jamie’s punishing grip, unable to move.
“Stand up.”
Kyle slid first one leg then the other off the chair, shakily straightening up. He watched as Jamie stood up from the chair, pants falling down around his muscular thighs as he crowded Kyle up against the desk. Jamie’s cock pressed against his stomach, impossibly hot and hard, and all Kyle wanted was to take it in his mouth again, to taste him once more. When Jamie kissed him, the edge of the desk pressed hard against his lower back, but Kyle didn’t care about that momentary discomfort.
All that mattered was Jamie.
Strong fingers gripped his cock, stroking him firmly. The dry friction had Kyle moaning, thrusting into the circle of Jamie’s fingers. Then Jamie let go, and before Kyle could protest he was spun around and bent over the desk. His hands slapped against the cool surface of the computer embedded in the top, data streaming away from his fingers. He had a brief, half-hysterical thought of hoping Jamie had locked the terminal so neither of them accidentally initiated an uplink to anyone.
If only the president could see this,Kyle thought muzzily.That dinner date would never happen.
But the ring on Kyle’s finger was still a secret from the people in charge. As much as Kyle wanted to wear it outside their home, to show off who he belonged to, staying together was more important. He didn’t want to ever lose this, to lose Jamie.
A hard pull on the tie had Kyle pushing himself up onto his elbows so he wouldn’t choke, body curving in a tight arch. Jamie pressed up against his ass, the cool silk of his dress shirt at odds with the hot touch of his cock, now slick with lube, as he slid inside Kyle with one strong, unstoppable thrust. Kyle let out a choked cry, hands sliding across the cool desktop. He swallowed hard against the constriction around his throat, colored spots bursting at the edge of his vision.
Jamie kissed the side of his head as he pulled out and thrust back in, making Kyle’s knees go weak. Jamie’s cock dragged hard against Kyle’s prostate, setting his nerves alight. His toes curled against the hardwood floor as Jamie thrust into him again and again.
“You think I wanted to say yes to that date?”
Kyle frantically shook his head, unable to speak. Warm fingers wrapped around his throat, squeezing hard for a brief second before Jamie moved to loosen the knot. The pressure eased just enough for Kyle to suck in a heady breath of air that left him lightheaded.
“Answer me,” Jamie growled.
Kyle pushed back against that hard cock even as he braced himself against the desk. His mouth fell open on Jamie’s next thrust, the hot slide in making his own neglected cock throb painfully. “No, sir.”
“If it were anyone else other than the president asking, I’d have told them to fuck off. Do you understand me?”
Jamie straightened up, resting one hand on Kyle’s hip, but he never let go of the tie. Kyle could feel the silk getting tighter around his throat again. Every hard thrust of Jamie’s cock rocked his body to the very end of the tie’s reach, slowly cutting off his air.
“Yes, sir!” Kyle managed to gasp out.
Jamie continued to slam into him, turning each thrust into a hard grind that had him sobbing for breath. His entire body felt as if it were on fire and he didn’t want Jamie to stop. He wanted more, wanted to be owned and wrecked in the best way possible.
The tie went slack and Kyle didn’t notice until Jamie put a hand between his shoulder blades and shoved him face-first onto the desk, hauling him backward by his hips. Fingers loosened the tie and Kyle groaned, the sound raspy in his throat. Jamie covered Kyle’s body with his own, still thrusting into him. Kyle let Jamie’s weight pin him to the desk, eyes squeezing shut when he felt Jamie’s hand on his cock again, stroking him mercilessly.
The dual sensation of getting fucked and stroked at the same time had Kyle’s balls tightening, so close to the edge he could taste it.
“No one could ever take my cock as well as you do, and no one ever will again, because I amnotleaving you,” Jamie growled into his ear.
The words were a comfort even as Kyle came so hard his vision went white, everything going quiet in his head for a few glorious seconds. He went limp against the desk, Jamie’s weight driving the breath out of him. A strong arm wrapped itself around his waist, holding Kyle steady as Jamie continued fucking him until he came with a cry, biting down on Kyle’s shoulder hard enough to bruise, just for a moment.
Kyle closed his eyes, shuddering through Jamie’s climax, hazy and fucked out and blissfully pleased at Jamie’s mood change.
