Chapter 14 Rear Admirer
REAR ADMIRER
JAMIE
I finally understand why I chickened out. Why I couldn’t tell him the truth. It’s because I’m falling for him. Hard. Fully. Inescapably. And if I’m honest with myself, that’s terrifying.
Because I don’t want this to end. Not tonight.
Not ever. I know there’s probably an expiration date on whatever this is—on us—once Magnus discovers the truth—that I was actually brought up from the mailroom to be Vanessa’s admin.
Once she’s back and the world snaps into order.
But tonight? Tonight I want him. All of him.
And I want him to want me back without any hesitation, without any walls between us.
He hovers over me, arms on either side, his enormous presence shrouding me.
“Kiss me.” I reach up and place a hand on his chest. “Please.”
He makes a noise, low, not quite a growl but almost, and lowers his head and our mouths make contact. Deep, claiming, undeniable. The room narrows to this—the press of his lips, the heat of his body, the sound of his breath mingling with mine.
I push everything else out of my mind. There’s no fear here. No looming deadlines. No work. Just us.
I focus. On the kiss. On the way he moves. On connecting with him.
He cradles my face with one hand, strong and unyielding, and I feel his pulse through his fingers. He changed into sweats before dinner, and the gray cloth betrays him—his erection determined and unyielding, desperate to break free above me.
He lowers himself, but doesn’t put his full weight on me—he’d crush me like a soda can. His chest rests against mine, thick fur soft and warm, impossibly comforting… and impossibly arousing. I can’t stop the shivers racing down my spine. Every nerve is alive, electrified, tuned entirely to him.
I slide my hands up, savoring the thick curve of his horns, and he groans softly, pulling me closer. The kiss deepens, slower now, deliberate, teasing, until the heat between us is almost unbearable.
I know I shouldn’t. I know I should hold back. But the thought of leaving this moment behind, of stepping away before I’ve had my fill of him, is impossible. My mind clears, and my body takes over.
I let myself feel it all—the hunger, the longing, the affection—and I meet it with my own. Nothing else exists. Just us.
“Magnus, can we…” I tug at the hem of his sweats. “Get these off.”
He nods, and I try to pull them down, but I can only reach so far with him over me.
“Let me.”
With a quick hop, he’s on the floor, peeling them down, his tail swirling, and just as fast, he’s back, over me, his epic cock hanging down, poking against my stomach.
“Gods, you have such a gorgeous dick.”
He chuckles at my confession.
“Mags, I want you. Need you.” I slide down until the head of his cock lingers inches from my lips, and I’m able to deliver a soft kiss to the tip.
His body trembles above me, but I’m not afraid he’ll crush me. Those arms could hold a plank for hours, solid and unyielding, and I’d be completely at his mercy.
“Tilt your head back for me.”
I do as Magnus says, opening my mouth, and he slides right in. After a week of practice, my jaw has loosened. My throat delights in being filled by him. He thrusts. Pumps. Grunting in that sweet way that makes my insides smolder, and my dick ache for attention.
“There we go,” he coos. “You’re nice and relaxed now.” He sinks into me, and I gag a little, but not enough to stop. I love it, and he knows it. “My sweet little man takes my fat cock so well.”
I reach up, running my hand through his woolly stomach. He’s got hair, well, everywhere, but there’s a slightly longer patch right above his dick I like to play with. Let my fingers get lost twisting and lightly pulling. And then I reach one hand under to massage his balls and flirt with his hole.
“Oh, fuck, Jamie. Yes.” He lets out a sharp breath. “Tease my hole. Show me what you want me to do with yours.”
He’s on his knees over me, and I push in, going deeper than before, exploring him, hoping it feels as good for him as the way his cock filling my mouth feels for me.
And then he whimpers. Not a growl. Not a groan or a howl. A whimper.
I pause for a second and stare at his dickhead, plump and leaking. “You’re already so close.”
“Yeah, well, with you I could come a thousand times. Hang on.” He pulls out of my mouth, but my finger stays lodged inside him as he scrambles for the nightstand drawer and the large bowl we’ve now affectionately named our “cum bucket.” Magnus offered to buy an actual bucket, but I assured him the bowl would suffice.
“Okay, let’s go.” His voice rasps with need.
He’s back, fucking my mouth while I do the same to his ass with two fingers, and when his hips shake, I brace myself for impact.
The first blast shoots right down my throat like a pinball homing in on a target. There’s no swallowing needed. It’s like the one time I did a keg stand in college. Except there’s no beer. There’s only complete ecstasy being filled by his scorching seed.
After two more shots, he grabs the bowl, pulls out and fills it up. My hand works inside his hole, using my thumb to massage under his balls, and now he’s moaning. Each crash of his orgasm sends shivers down his spine, right to his hole spasming around my fingers.
When Magnus finishes, he rolls over on his back, panting, clutching the bowl, still rock hard. Thank you, Minotaur genetics.
“Let me take this for you.” I take the bowl and put it on the nightstand. “There. Nice and ready.”
“C’mere.” He pulls me onto his heaving chest, capturing my mouth with his, and then, because he truly is insatiable, his hand travels down to my ass.
A smile forms on my lips, and I pull away. “Now tonight, I want you to pound me from behind.”
He nods, breath slowly returning to normal. “Oh yeah, but first you have to let me get you ready.”
Get you ready. His code for rim you into next week.
I press a kiss to his chin and slide off, getting on all fours, giving him a perfect view.
Magnus leans forward, hands gripping my ass, spreading me wide, and dives in like he’s been starving all day—which, with him, is basically true.
His growl as he sinks in makes my shoulders quake with pleasure.
One thing I’ve learned about Magnus Trainor—besides being a sweet, cuddly teddy bear under all that CEO polish—is that he could win awards for eating ass. Or maybe it’s just my ass. Whatever the case, prepare the damn trophy.
He’s up on his knees now, leaning in, focused, determined. That long, rough tongue doing an Olympic-level gymnastics routine on my hole—tens across the board.
“Get me ready, Magnus. Open me up for your giant cock.” He shakes his head, and his tongue dances against my insides. “Fuck, I want you to split me in half.”
He backs up, and I hear him grab for the bowl, slathering me up first then attending to himself. With each breath, he huffs, almost frantic, and I smile at his eagerness.
“Okay. It’s time.”
He positions the head in place.
“For me.”
The tip enters me.
“To pound you.”
Magnus grips my hips and pulls me back. Thankfully, between the bath, the toys, and taking him in every other position the past week, I’m ready.
He fills me completely, in a way I’ve never felt before.
It’s not just physical—it’s like he’s claiming me.
Yes, my ass belongs to him, but the rest of me comes along with it.
And as we move together, I realize it’s not just pleasure; it’s bonding.
Dear gods, is this what it feels like to find your mate?
He doesn’t stop, but his voice, sweeter, asks, “Does it feel good?”
“So good, Mags. Amazing. Hold up.” I reach back and place my hands on his thighs. “Pause for just a second.”
With that, he hesitates, still inside me, and I look over my shoulder at him. His brows are furrowed, and gods, he’s adorable when he’s confused.
“Let me take over.”
“Fuck yes.” He reaches down, covering one of my hands with his.
And then I move forward, linger, and slam back, hard, taking him all the way in.
“Holy gods, that feels good.” His voice, louder than before, vibrates all the way down and trembles inside me.
My heart swells with pride, and I brace myself, fucking him with long, slow strokes. Making him feel this way, hearing him moan my name—it’s intoxicating. Every movement, every touch, every gasp between us is a promise, a reminder that this isn’t just lust. I’m completely his. All his.
“Look at my little man, fucking my big cock like an MVP.”
I glance back. His hands are raised behind his head. His pits, with that somewhat longer hair, are exposed, his eyes flutter in ecstasy. His tail gives a slow, satisfied sweep across the sheets before curling possessively around my thigh as he enjoys the view.
“Come on, Torres. Use my dick. Fuck it. Own it. It’s yours.”
His hands grip my waist, matching my rhythm, and I can tell he’s going to blow again. With anyone else, I’d worry, thinking we’re almost done—but not with him. With Magnus, coming isn’t the finish line. It’s just another step on the journey.
“Jamie, I’m close.” His fingers dig into my skin, and the slightest bit of pain makes me want him more. “Keep fucking me this way and I’m gonna… ohhhh, Jamie. Jamie.”
He’s still, but I’m moving faster, coaxing it out of him, while the waves of pleasure rush through him and into me.
This time, there’s no need to capture his load in the bowl, we’ve got more than enough from the first time to last all night. I don’t pull off, because I want it. Him. Inside me. Or as much as I can handle.
“Mount me, big boy. Slam that massive cock into me.”
His hands land on my shoulders, and he’s up, over me, crashing into me with a force he hasn’t used yet.
“There we go. Mine,” he pants. “You’re all mine.” His fingers wrap around my neck. “Do you like that?”
“I fucking love it. Love it. Oh damn.” My eyes roll back in my head from the intense pleasure. “Keep pounding me.”
“I'm gonna come, Jamie. Are you ready?”
“Yes. Yes. Please.”