Chapter 7
PERFORMANCE RIM-VIEW
MAGNUS
This is wrong. So wrong. I’m the CEO. I’m his boss—technically, his boss’s boss. But I’m pretty sure br doesn’t give a damn about the technicalities when it comes to… this. Getting involved with a junior strategist? Not exactly a subject line I want for the company newsletter.
And yet… here I am, feeling like a first-year college kid crushing on the hottest guy in class. Of course it has to be him. Of course.
Jamie Torres. Round glasses, pouty lips, that juicy ass…
being professional went straight out the window the moment I walked into Vanessa’s office and found him at her desk.
I’ve thought about him every single time I’ve jerked off since that first meeting, and now—now he’s here.
In my office. Splayed out, ass up, like an all you can eat buffet on my desk.
My chest tightens, my pulse kicks up, and I can’t stop my eyes from drifting to the curve of his back. With the way he’s arching it, his beautiful butt on full display, I’m going to have to pace myself if I’m only going to come once.
Gods, he’s so… cute. Right now, I’m pretty sure cute isn’t what he’s going for, but the way he’s holding onto my desk with his fingers, waiting, pushing back just a little as I slide in between his legs—my cock throbs at the thought of tasting him.
I clear my throat and try to regain some semblance of composure as I place my palms on his butt cheeks. And that’s when I notice it.
“You’re shaking,” I say. “Are you cold?”
“Not even a little.”
“Good, because I’m about to make you sweat.”
He lifts his butt just enough for me to see his cock, firm against the desk. I reach under and pull it back, running my thumb up his shaft to his balls.
“Are you ready for our meeting?” I ask, a small smirk tugging at the corners of my mouth.
“Excuse me?” He turns, eyebrows knitting together in mild confusion.
“The meeting you’ve been waiting for, Mr. Torres,” I tease, letting my voice drop just enough so he feels it through my fingers. “Your ass has a meeting.” I run my tongue along my upper lip, and I spread him wide. “With this.”
“Oh, that meeting. Yes.” He rests his torso on the desk, bowing his back even further. “So ready.”
“You’ve got the prettiest little hole.” I brush my thumb over it, and he twitches the faintest bit. “Are you okay if I take a taste?”
“Magnus, please.” He presses back into my thumb, and I’m grateful for my weekly claw trim appointments. “Please. Please.”
I reach down and palm myself. “Are you begging for it, Torres?”
He lets out a sound, maybe a moan, as he buries his head in his folded arms.
“You’ve got me so fucking hard. My cock is leaking precum.”
His head pops up. That got his attention. He strains to see me, and I stand, pulling a bead off the tip with my thumb, giving him the view he’s after. “Be a good boy and let me feast on you, and I’ll let you have another taste.”
“Fuck.” He returns his head to the desk, and his backside raises as he goes up on his toes.
I slap the tip of my cock against his eager hole, teasing him. “You’re not quite ready for this, but let’s see how open I can get you.”
And with a flap of my tail, I return to the chair, slide up, spread Jamie wider, and get to work.
“Oh, oh, oh.” He clenches momentarily before he pushes a deep breath out, and I sense him relaxing. “My. Gods. Your tongue. It’s so… so… oh, gods help me.”
I chuckle at Jamie’s rambling, but don’t stop attending to his sweet ass.
There’s something about the way he tastes.
The warmth, the softness, the faint, natural scent that lingers no matter what perfume or soap he uses.
It’s intoxicating, subtle, and impossible to ignore.
Each brush of my tongue over his skin feels electric, like discovering a new flavor you didn’t know existed but suddenly can’t live without.
I pull back to let him catch his breath while I take in the stunning sight of his hole. Eager. Wet. Desperate for more. “Does that feel good?”
Jamie’s silent, but he goes up even higher on his toes for a moment, wiggling his adorable ass at me.
“Do I take that as a yes?”
“Yes, fuck yes. What are you doing with your tongue? You’re covering so much real estate. Do you have a license to use it that way?” Jamie’s legs shake slightly. “It’s making my knees weak.”
“Well, like everything on me, it’s… large.” I give one of his cheeks a gentle slap. “And a little rough.”
“It’s perfect. Magnus, if you keep doing… whatever you’re doing, you’re going to make me come.” He reaches under, pushing his dick back, and I slide my tongue down, lapping from his balls to the tip of his delicious dick.
“You want to come, don’t you?”
He moans as I gently suck on the head.
I know humans don’t produce the same amount of cum as I do, but I still want whatever he’s got. To smell it. Feel it. Taste it.
Thankfully, we don’t have to stress about STDs. Scientists figured out decades ago nothing passes the biological divide. Another bonus of interspecies dating.
I resume rimming him, licking his hole, taking the tiniest nibble of his cheek, and doing my best to ram my tongue deep inside. He’s taking longer breaths, opening up, and I’m able to plunge deeper. I grasp his dick, stroking with one hand, while my other spreads him wide.
I pull back for a moment, taking in the view while I give my cock a few pumps. His gaping hole wet with sweat and saliva. His cock, hard and dribbling, against my hand. “Fuck, Jamie. You’re fucking beautiful.”
“Don’t stop. Please. Please.”
I’m not sure if he means rimming or jerking him off, so I get back to both.
He was right—it doesn’t take long before I sense his body tensing up.
He’s close. I lick, suck, and stroke with added fervor, desperate to bring him to the edge.
My mouth focuses on his ass, but every so often, I allow myself to take a lick or quick suck of his cock.
He’s circumcised, the delicious head easily accessible.
I run my tongue along the tip, and Jamie’s body vibrates under me.
When he moans a little louder, I glide down his taint, over his balls, and down his shaft just in time to catch his release on the tip of my tongue as he lets out the cutest little howl.
My grunts join his moans as his dick unloads into my mouth. I rub the tip of his cock on my tongue, and he trembles at the contact. Or maybe it’s because he’s coming. Or maybe both. He tastes sweet. Salty. Heavenly in a way I want to lap up and keep inside me.
“Fuck. Your tongue. On my cock. Fuck. Oh, dear gods.”
There’s another blast into my mouth, and I swallow every drop.
Finally, he finishes, and, leaving a hand on his ass, I sit back, relishing him this way.
“Did you enjoy that?”
“Can’t move,” he mumbles into his arms on the desk. “Give me a second.”
“Take all the time you need.” I stroke my cock. I’m so damn turned on, it’s not going to take long. “Let me jerk off while enjoying this view.”
“Wait, no.” He lifts his head but doesn’t turn around. “I mean, I wanted to. Want to. Just…” His head drops back onto the desk. “Can’t move.”
I stand, stroking myself slowly as I walk around to the front of the desk. With two fingers, I lift Jamie’s chin, bending over slightly, and whisper, “Did you want to suck my fat cock a little more?” I hold it up, only inches from his lips. “I’m very close. It won’t take much.”
Jamie seems to find at least a portion of a second wind, and he nods feverishly.
“Now remember, tell me to stop and I stop.”
“Okay.”
“And Jamie, when I come, well… I’m a Minotaur.” I hold my dick up for him with both hands. “Everything is… bigger. So, I’m going to pull out. I don’t want to drown you.”
“No!” Jamie’s up on his elbows now, face flushed. “I mean, I want it. I mean, I want to try at least. How about I pull off if it becomes too much?”
I run my thumb up his jaw, taking in his handsome face. “You really want my cum, don’t you?”
“Magnus, look at you.” He nods to my dick. “You’re dripping with precum. Now please massage my tonsils with your cock.”
This makes me chuckle. How is he so adorable and sexy at the same time?
I hold on to his head and glide myself back into his mouth. He seems able to take more of me this way, but he leans on one elbow and uses his other hand to stroke the part of my shaft that he can’t quite get in.
“Look at your beautiful lips stretched around my fat cock.”
He tries to smile around me, and his tongue slides over the tip in a way that makes my hips quake.
I press forward slowly, careful, testing, making sure he’s with me.
His answer comes in the form of a muffled moan—hungry, eager.
The sound shreds the last of my restraint.
I tip my head back, grip tightening in his hair, and surrender to the heady rhythm of fucking Jamie Torres’ mouth.
“Jamie, you’re going to make me come. Soon.”
I’ve already jerked off three times today, and there’s a good chance it’ll happen again once I’m home. It’s all him. Every single thought, every glance, every little smile.
He lets go of my dick but keeps sucking, making the most adorable slurping noises.
He gags a few times but never pulls off, and at this point I’m so close my hooves are tingling.
Jamie reaches under and massages my balls, or at least the spot right underneath, and it’s like someone has plugged my body into the entire Crownpoint electrical grid. Not someone. Him.
It’s been… years. Since Paul. I haven’t been with anyone.
Just work and jerking off multiple times a day.
Nothing—nothing—was ever like this. Raw.
Real. So damn intense. Every nerve feels alive, every sense on high alert.
It’s like discovering a part of myself I didn’t know existed, one that’s been waiting for him—for Jamie.
I reach over and run a palm down his back, taking in the curve of his lower back until I reach his hole. It’s still wet from my mouth, and I tap a finger a few times, then gently press in, and yeah, I’m done for.
“Jamie. Jamie, I’m… I’m…” I can barely speak. The pleasure consumes me. “Remember to pull off.”
I plunge into his throat, my finger moving just inside his warm, inviting ass, and that’s it. The dam doesn’t just break. It comes crashing down.
Everything I’ve been holding in—the control, the restraint, the careful professionalism—spills over in an instant. My thoughts, my pulse, my every nerve demand it all at once, and I can’t stop it.
“Fuuuuuck. Your mouth feels so good.”
Jamie does his best to guzzle it down, and he takes the first couple of shots, but then, because I’m… well, me, it’s just too much. It would be too much for another Minotaur, a yeti—probably even a small dragon.
Cum spills out of his mouth as he pulls off. It’s dripping from the sides of his mouth, and I move to turn away, but he grabs my cock and points it right at his face. Eyes closed. Mouth open. He takes the next few blasts, my thick seed plastering his entire grinning face.
“Oh fuck, yes, Mr. Trainor. Give me your load.” He licks his lips, eyes still closed. “You’re so fucking hot. And delicious. Cover me in it.”
Taking his words as permission, I obey, pumping myself, release surging out in heavy bursts, splashing across his beautiful face like an uncapped fire hydrant.
He shakes his head back and forth, eager to catch it all—skin, lips, mouth.
The sight of him so desperate, so fucking precious, wrings a few more pulses from me, more than I thought I had left.
When I’m finally done and poor Jamie is drenched like a drowned rat, I step closer, hand hovering for a moment.
“Don’t move,” I say.
“Wasn’t planning on it.” His eyes are plastered shut.
I grab a towel from the bathroom. “Here,” I say, pressing it into his hands. “You’re… a mess.”
He takes a swipe at his eyes and looks up at me, blinking, the biggest smile spreading across his face like he’s just won the Mega Monster Bucks.
“Gods, you’re beautiful.”
“Thank you. I’ve just received this amazing facial.” He wipes at his forehead. “I mean… you said a lot, but that was… a lot, a lot,” he says, shaking his head in disbelief.
I can’t help but chuckle, taking the towel back and gently wiping his face.
“Yeah, well… consider this your warning label.” I point to my dick. “Handle with care.”
He snorts, brushing at his hair. “Warning label? I think you mean ‘Geyser Alert.’”
I grin, leaning a little closer. “Fair. But you seemed to enjoy it.”
He nods eagerly, and I wipe his lips before planting a gentle kiss.
“You are something else,” I say. “In all the best ways.”
After I’ve finished helping him with round one of his clean up, he heads into the bathroom to wash up. When he returns, hair damp and face rosy, and reaches for his clothes on the floor, I’m overtaken by the urge to keep him here. Close. Naked.
“Wait.” I hold out a hand. “C’mere first.”
He pauses then takes my hand, climbs onto my lap, and snuggles into my chest.
“There we go.” I run my hand along his back.
His small, warm, naked body fits against me like he was made for this spot, and the steady drum of his heart beats against my torso.
The room smells like scotch, sweat, semen, and satisfaction. My muscles hum, loose and warm, but my heart still races. He’s still here. Still real. And somehow, that makes everything else fall away.
For a second, I think—this is it. This could be something. This feels like mate material.
But then I remember. The entire company rests on my shoulders. We have to focus on winning the campaign with the city. That’s what matters. If I let myself fall, if I blur that line with him, it won’t just be a mistake—it’ll be a weakness. And weakness is the one thing I can’t afford.
“That was fun, but… but...”
He looks up at me. “But what?”
“Jamie, you’re brilliant. And you’re… irresistible.” I grimace at my word choice. “But I’m your boss. I’m everyone’s boss. I can’t risk—” I shake my head. “This has to stay between us. Tonight only.”
He nods, but I can see the disappointment on his face. He doesn’t look convinced, but he also doesn’t move away.
Part of me wants to tell him I’ve wanted him since the moment I saw him behind Vanessa’s desk. But I bite my tongue.
Jamie nods again, lips pulled in, and says, “Got it. Tonight only.”
The air between us hangs thick, still buzzing, both of us pretending like we didn’t just set something on fire that’s impossible to extinguish.