Chapter 29
Emerson looked up at Dash towering above and a shiver raced through him.
After a second’s pause, he slid his hand into Dash’s and allowed the man to help him up.
Dash strode to his office, dragging him behind.
Once inside, Emerson released his hand and glanced around at the mess.
Sheets of paper littered the floor, the walls, the desk, and the small table.
A single path remained from the door to the desk. Dash had said it was chaos.
“In here?” Emerson asked.
“I’ll clear the desk.”
“Maybe use them to paper the window wall?”
Dash didn’t say a word. He stopped sorting the pages on his desk and reached into a drawer. Without looking up from the desk, he pulled out a device that looked like a remote, aimed it at the glass wall, and hit a button before tossing it back where he’d found it.
Emerson spun. The wall was suddenly opaque white.
No one would see them.
“What the fuck?” Emerson said. He walked closer to the wall, amazed. When he heard the crumple of paper underneath, he jerked back, wincing. His gaze was drawn back to the glass, though. “That’s so fucking cool.”
“Fuck cool. Bring your hot ass over here,” Dash commanded.
Emerson growled, the command hot as fuck. He was the one accustomed to barking out orders. If what Dash had told him was true, he could bark one then and there and flip the entire script if he chose to—but why not let his mate have a little fun?
He spun and noticed the desk was cleared—plenty of room to play.
He smiled, carefully walking over a pile of pages on the floor while trying to look sexy.
It wasn’t easy. The place was a trap. He was terrified of a misstep, but he somehow made it through the obstacle course without sending anything flying.
As he neared, Dash yanked him by the belt buckle, unhooking it with ungodly speed.
“Have I told you how hot you look in that uniform?”
Emerson smiled as his navy-blue uniform pants were shoved down his hips. “No… and I’m quite upset it’s taken this long.”
Dash smiled, the mischief in the expression sending curls of pleasure through Emerson. “It looks even better off.”
After jerking his pants lower, Dash spun Emerson to face away from him.
“Bend over.”
A wave of need struck Emerson square in the chest. He closed his eyes, dragging in a strained breath.
He lowered both palms to the smooth surface of the desk and walked them farther—until he was fully bent, ass up.
Glancing over his shoulder, he watched as his mate sat down in his oversized executive chair, taking in the view.
Dash didn’t notice him looking. His molten gaze was pinned to Emerson’s backside. Emerson turned back around, pressing his forehead to the cool surface of the wood as he struggled to contain his need.
Emerson jolted at the first contact of Dash’s warm palm over one globe.
Dash squeezed and kneaded the flesh there, molding it to his hand.
Arching his back, Emerson sighed with pleasure as the gentle massage moved to the other side.
When Dash spread Emerson’s cheeks and leaned closer, the anticipation of what came next nearly robbed him of breath.
He won’t…
Dash’s tongue was so hot it felt like he’d been singed by it.
Emerson gasped, but not from shock. It was pure pleasure that robbed his lungs of air.
His mate licked a path from the underside of his balls and up towards his hole.
Emerson slowly writhed against the edge of the desk; his cock leaking and trailing precum over the surface.
But he avoided Emerson’s hole, as expected, licking everywhere but.
The second Dash spread his tongue over the rim, Emerson groaned, pleased to have been wrong. As Dash laved the entire rim, Emerson’s eyes widened at just how good it felt.
Emerson fought a moan through the onslaught but couldn’t keep it down long. A low rumble exited his lips. It only seemed to urge Dash on. He greedily licked, forcing several more moans from Emerson’s lips.
Dash pulled back, using spit-slickened fingers to tempt Emerson’s hole, rubbing the tender flesh there. Emerson moaned when a fingertip slipped inside, the slight sting of pain causing him to wince.
“Deeper,” Emerson growled, surprised he’d said it out loud.
“I don’t have any lube,” Dash murmured, a hint of disappointment in his voice.
Emerson grinned. “Reach into my pants pocket.”
Dash leaned over and rooted through his pockets until he found a small tube. “You came expecting sex—after all you got the last few days?”
“I did not,” Emerson replied, fully serious.
One of Dash’s brows arched.
“There are uses for lube outside of sex, you know?”
Dash’s brow went higher.
“I’m serious. I used some this afternoon and forgot to toss it back in my desk drawer.”
“Convenient.” Dash grinned, snagging it. “You need to remind me to stock some in one of my drawers for next time.”
“Plan on fucking me on your desk often?”
Dash chuckled, the deep tenor of his voice caused the short hairs on the back of Emerson’s neck to stand up.
“I work late a lot. I suspect you’ll spend many a night draped over my desk.”
Emerson shivered at that news. He grinned at Dash over his shoulder. “As long as I get to take you over it, too.”
“Get your own desk,” Dash said, winking.
“Oh, I have one…”
The rest of that sentence drifted from his lips as he watched Dash fill his palm with lube. Lifting his gaze to toss the tube onto the top of his desk, it met Emerson’s. With a wink, he grinned, just as wicked as before. Another tremor raced down Emerson’s spine and he fought another moan.
Dash leaned closer and spread some of it on Emerson’s tight bud, sinking one finger in to the knuckle. “A bit tight… we’ll have to work on that.”
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 Dash was his 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.
He pushed 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 surrendering to me for 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.”