Emerson frowned. While he didn’t mind the occasional switch, he preferred topping—though as good as Dash felt inside him, maybe that would change. Emerson couldn’t help but wonder if Dash’s recent heat caused this swing in the other direction? If so, the pendulum might sway in the other direction the closer the next full moon arrived. During the last, Dashhad been at his most vulnerable. Perhaps he needed to play the dominant role after that to rebalance his scales.
If Dash needed that, so be it.
Dash surged a bit deeper, almost seeming like he was attempting to push his knot in.
“Oh,that’snot happening,” Emerson whispered over his shoulder. He met Dash’s dark gaze. “Not withouta lotmore practice.”
“I wasn’t gonna,” Dash said, his eyes falling closed for a few seconds. Pain and pleasure coalesced over his face, his winces and looks of delight stunning as he rolled his hips against Emerson. “Just getting as deep as I can. You feel so good wrapped around my cock.”
He dragged Emerson’s head back again for another kiss before sliding his fingers free of the strands. Lowering his hands, he gripped both sides of Emerson’s hips and picked up the pace.
Emerson let out a low howl from the pleasure of it, his prostate worked by Dash’s thick cock on each inward thrust. Tension built by the second, tightening every muscle and sinew to near breaking point. The second he shattered, his knot inflated, pressing against the surface of the desk. Cum shot from him, spattering across the wood under him.
Dash followed him seconds later, his cock spasming. Emerson gasped, the sensation of heat warming his insides. Another came following the next spasm and Emerson trembled, the awareness of being bred alluring. Their moans merged into one sound as they came together. Dash’s fingertips burned into his hips until languidly releasing. They slowed their movements, Dash collapsing on top of him, pinning him to the desk.
Emerson breathed deep, smiling to himself. While he still preferred topping, shaking things up wasn’t a bad thing at all. They breathed together for a couple of minutes before Dash’s weight lifted from him. Emerson missed it when it was gone.
Dash pulled out and dropped into the chair behind them, still breathing a bit hard. He spread Emerson’s cheeks again and watched as his seed slipped out and down Emerson’s thighs.
“That’ssofucking hot,” Dash murmured.
Emerson pushed more of the cum out, giving his mate a show. Dash groaned, kneading Emerson’s cheeks. When he let go, Emerson spun to face him. Resting his bare cheeks on the edge of the desk, he grinned.“Thatwas fun.”
Dash grinned… but it quickly faded. He rolled the chair closer and pressed his forehead against Emerson’s abs. He lifted his hands and caressed Emerson’s thighs.“Thank you.”
Emerson frowned, adding a bemused smile. “I think I should be thankingyou.”
“No,” Dash mumbled, shaking his head from side-to-side without removing his forehead from Emerson’s abdomen. “This is all you tonight.”
Emerson smiled softly, massaging Dash’s tense shoulders until they relaxed.
He wished they were home, in his bed, and could curl up against one another and drift off to sleep. Instead, they’d need to clean up the mess—and he suspected he’d end up driving home alone. Though Dash didn’t look like he planned to move anywhere for a little while.
Long minutes passed and Emerson grew a bit worried at Dash’s silence. “You okay?”
Dash leaned back, releasing his hold. He rested his head against the high-backed chair and smiled softly. “Yeah.You?”
“Yeah,” Emerson replied. He stood to his full height, sliding his pants back up and half zipping them. “Where’s your bathroom?”
“Down the hall, to the left,” Dash whispered, smiling up at him.
Emerson wandered out, his body sorer than he could ever remember. But it was a nice sore, especially after seeing Dash’s satisfied smile. Once in the bathroom, he gathered several hand towels and wet a few. He glanced in the mirror on his way out and noticed the dewy, shiny sheen on his face. Cheeks red, he wore a satisfied expression himself. With another grin, he returned to the office to clean up after their play.
“I can take care of that,” Dash said, not moving a muscle.
His eyelids were heavy, only a sliver of blue-gray showing. Not only had he not eaten well for days, but he hadn’t slept much, either.
“Why don’t you let me take you home? You lookexhausted.”
Dash smiled wanly, barely opening his eyes any more than they already were. “I’ve got too much work to do.” His eyes fell closed again. “Maybe a little nap first though.”
Emerson continued the clean-up, letting Dash snooze for a few. Once the office was tidied, he returned to the conference room and discarded their mess from dinner. When he walked back into Dash’s office, his mate was passed out fully, head on his arms over the desk.
He hated to leave him like that. “Dash? Are you sure you don’t want me to take you home?”
A faint “no” came in reply.
Emerson shook his head. “I’m going to head out now.”
