Emerson grinned, back arching more. Never before had he wanted to be fucked more than he did in that moment. Bottoming wasn’t his thing, but Dashwashis thing.
Dash continued fingerfucking him, slowly sliding his slick finger in and out. After a few more thrusts, he added another finger. Emerson winced but his body quickly grew accustomed. When they got to three fingers, he sensed he was ready. Hepushed back on Dash’s hand, needing more than fingers to get him off.
His mate seemed to sense that. Dash rose from his chair, unzipping his pants as he moved. He pulled his hard shaft through the opening. It hung heavily, pointed upwards slightly at Emerson. Seed pooled at the tip, coating some of the glans. Emerson wasn’t sure what he wanted more… that cock in his ass—or fucking his throat.
After another handful of lube was gathered, Dash coated his shaft from base to tip, leaving it glistening under the bright fluorescent light of the office. Dash kicked Emerson’s feet wider in an aggressive show that turned him on more than he’d expected.
His head was shoved down onto the desk as Dash moved closer. Emerson closed his eyes tight, grinning at the rough play. The head of Dash’s cock rubbed up and down his hole. Seconds later, Dash pressed in, sliding up to and past the thick band of nerves. Emerson whimpered, body tensing.
Dash stopped, giving Emerson’s back a gentle massage with his strong hands. After a few seconds, Emerson pushed back on Dash’s cock another fraction of an inch, sighing with pleasure. Hopefully that was all the sign his mate needed to keep going.
Emerson smiled as Dash slid deeper and was soon all the way to the hilt. Dash leaned over his body, laying gentle kisses up his spine. Emerson sighed, enjoying the tender touches counterbalancing the rougher strokes. Dash slid out almost fully. Emerson grieved the loss but not for long. Dash plunged back in on a long, slow stroke that earned him a loud moan. After a few more wickedly slow, playful thrusts, Dash set a steady pace, fucking him in earnest. Emerson gripped the edge of the desk, his eyes rolling back in his head from the pleasure of Dash’s cock inside him.
He bucked back, meeting Dash’s powerful drives over and over, their bodies colliding. The sound of slapping flesh filled the office, the air growing humid from their panting breaths. Emerson grinned when he noticed the condensation forming on the windows, surprised they’d built up so much heat that quickly.
Dash snagged him by the hair, pulling his head back for a kiss. Emerson kissed him back hungrily, the grin returning as soon as they parted.
“What’s so funny?”
Dash continued to hold Emerson's head back, staring down into his face. The tug on his hair bordered on painful but just missed crossing the line. Emerson struggled to admit he liked the rough handling he usually was the one to dole out.
“We’ve steamed the place up.”
“Oh?”
Emerson licked at the seam of Dash’s lips. “Notice the windows?”
Dash’s gaze flicked forward, his lips quirking into a grin, before he looked back at Emerson. “Makes sense… you’re hot as hell.”
“Oh, you’re hotter,mate.”
Dash quickened his pace, a throaty laugh coming forth. “Nothing can be hotter than you right now, taking my cock deep.”
Emerson’s lids fell heavily with the bit of dirty talk dripping from Dash’s lips. He needed more.“What else?”
Dash groaned, a shiver quaking through him. “Back arched… slamming that sweet ass onto my cock… my big, strong alpha surrenderingto mefor a change.”
“It’s not the first time…” Emerson said, slamming his sweet ass onto Dash’s big cock.
“I barely remember that,” Dash said, pulling Emerson closer and trailing his lips behind one ear.
“You barely remember?”Emerson asked, eyes widening as he fucked himself on Dash’s cock. “You rutted inside me and you barely remember. Wow.”
“Sorry! I was in heat. Everything’s kind of one big haze.” Dash stiffened against him. “If it helps any, I’ve never felt that out of it during a heat. I’m usually more in control.”
“Still!”Emerson said, grinning wickedly. Hearing how out of it Dash had been actually pleased him for some reason. Maybe it was because they were mates.
Emerson looked over his shoulder. The guilt in Dash’s eyes made him realize he was pushing too far. “I’m not upset. I was just enjoying seeing you squirm.”
Dash sighed with what looked like relief. A hint of a smile came to his lips.
“I put out for you,Mister. And you barely remember?”
Dash rammed Emerson a little harder, the hint turning into a full-blown smile. “This time will be burnt into my memoryforever.”
“Also, don’t make it sound like I’ve kept this sweet ass of mine away from you.You’vebeen the one fixated on bottoming,” Emerson said between panting breaths caused by Dash’s delightfully hammering cock. “That’s not on me.”
“True enough,” Dash whispered against his ear. “Now I have a new fixation.Poundingthis sweet ass of yours.”
