by Sean Michael
The question was, what happened next?
Samuel could fire him, though he didn't think the man would. Samuel had wanted it as much as Jarrod himself had. Maybe more.
He could pretend it hadn't happened.
He could just play it by ear.
That sounded like the best path to follow. After all, for all he knew Samuel was going to jail. He'd had a message from HQ just that morning that there was an email trail that ended at Samuel Cavanaugh's desk. Which really didn't make sense. The man wouldn't be that stupid.
Someone was trying to make him look guilty. Which meant he likely wasn't. At least not when it came to selling company secrets. Which relieved Jarrod more than he was willing to exam just now.
He splashed water on his face and washed his hands, unlocked the door and headed back to his desk. Samuel's door was still closed, and as he sat there, pretending to work, Jarrod debated waiting to be called or pushing his way in.
The day passed and Cavanaugh never came out, never emailed, never made a peep. Lunch. Afternoon. All the way through to quitting time. If it hadn't been for the fact that he could see Samuel's line light up on his phone, he'd think the man had snuck out.
He didn't hear anything else from HQ, either, though he'd composed an email letting them know that Cavanaugh was much smarter than to let an email trail lead back to him. He'd also spent some time trying to get into Cavanaugh's credit report, but to no avail.
Five o'clock came and went and Jarrod waited until the place had pretty much emptied out to go to the door and knock sharply. Trying the knob confirmed that Samuel had indeed locked it.
Samuel opened the door a crack, in shirtsleeves. "It's past five. Go home." Then the door shut again.
Oh, he'd shaken Samuel up pretty badly. God, he wanted to do it all over again. That red ass had been fucking gorgeous. He could just imagine it with a plug in it, too, Samuel begging to be allowed to suck his cock...
Jarrod went over to his desk, quickly printed off a letter, and knocked again.
The door opened faster this time, Samuel glaring. "What?"
"I have a letter that needs your signature." He smiled and casually put a foot where it would stop the door from closing if Samuel tried to shut it again. "And I was wondering if you wanted to go over the notes for tomorrow's meeting?"
His eyes ate Samuel up, loving the way the dark curls stood on the top of Samuel's head.
"What letter and, no, I think I have it under control." Samuel held one hand out for the letter.
Jarrod glanced past Samuel, raised an eyebrow. "Are you going to let me in?"
Samuel actually shook his head, but stepped back, heading right for his desk and grabbing a pen. "What letter?"
He followed Samuel, wondering if Samuel had sat at all today, or if his ass was too tender. Just the thought made his prick jump and he had to clear his throat to keep the huskiness from it. "The letter to the board updating them on the project."
"Fine. Things are going swimmingly." Samuel read over the letter quickly, nodded once and signed it.
Jarrod sat in the chair across the desk from Samuel's, looking up into the man's face. "Are you all caught up or are you going to have to burn the midnight oil?"
"I'll probably stay a while, get some stuff done." Samuel looked like he just didn't know what to do, what to think.
He leaned forward. "Then I'll stick around, boss-man. In case you need me." In case Samuel needed another go-round.
"That's not necessary." He could see those nipples, just visible and tight under the fine cloth.
He licked his lips. "I know it isn't necessary, but I'm a full-service executive assistant." Very full-service. As Samuel had found out just that morning, after all.
"You..." Samuel lifted his chin, lips tight. "I'm sure you have plans. I will manage."
"No, no plans." God, he wanted to just stand up and slide his tongue along those lips. He stood and stepped toward Cavanaugh, intent on doing exactly that.
Samuel scrambled back, putting the chair between them. "You're done for the day."
He leaned casually against the desk. "Why don't we both clock off? Who knows what'll come up?"
"You... You are something else. Honestly."
"I just know what I want. And I know what you want, Sammy." He slid the table out of the way and stepped back into Samuel's space, bringing their lips together before the man could react.
Samuel groaned, hands hard where they gripped his upper arms.
Oh yeah, Sammy, hold on tight.
He slid one hand around Samuel's waist, tugging the well-toned body close, so their middles rubbed together. His other hand slid over the short hair at the back of Samuel's head, cupping and tilting so he could deepen the kiss.
Samuel's tongue pushed against his, fighting him for control. He let it into his mouth, lips wrapping around it and his teeth nipping at the tip of it before he started sucking vigorously. He could feel the heat of Samuel's prick, pushing eagerly at his trousers. Oh, fuck, so good. Those hands squeezed harder, Samuel's heart pounding against his chest. Samuel tasted sweet, like jelly beans, but with a tart flavor that must be the man himself.
He slid his hand around to Samuel's front, fingers finding the hard little nipples through Samuel's shirt. He played and plucked them, each gentle touch followed by a pinch, a tug. He could feel Samuel try to pull away, then push forward again, just begging for it.
He let his hold on Samuel's head go, using both hands to pull apart the dress shirt, not caring if the buttons popped off. Then his fingers were on Samuel's nipples, skin on skin, the heat of them making Jarrod gasp. Oh, fuck, the man felt good.
Samuel tried to argue, but the murmurs turned to moans, to husky little sounds that were almost as good as he'd gotten this morning. He opened Samuel's shirt the rest of the way, and stroked his fingers over the rippled belly. Samuel worked out and it showed. The man was toned, gorgeous.
Mouth breaking away, he slid his lips over Samuel's jaw, moved down over the long neck. Oh, he wanted to leave a mark. So very fucking badly. He found a spot at the base of Samuel's neck that would be hidden beneath the man's shirt collar and scraped his teeth over it.
"Fuck." Samuel shuddered, head shaking, the scent of pure need filling the air.
He nodded. Oh yeah, fucking was definitely on the menu.
He slid his hand over the front of Samuel's pants, squeezing the hard prick through the material. So damned hot and hard and all for him.
His tongue stroked over Samuel's skin, his lips latching on to suck the blood up close to the surface. He pushed them back, got Samuel's ass on his own desk. Jarrod got a gasp for his troubles, that tender butt shifting. He loved that, loved having this strong, powerful man succumbing to his touches, to the need that zinged between them.
He left the mark he'd drawn up with a last lick to return to Samuel's swollen lips.
"This is fucking unprofessional." Samuel bit his lips, made his hips jerk.
"Mm...fucking." He licked Samuel's lips and then returned the bite, rubbing against Samuel's belly. Shit, he wanted to do that uncovered, feel the beautiful muscles against his cock. "Undo my pants."
"We're not doing this." Samuel shook him, just a little. "This is insane."
"Insanity never felt so good though, did it?" He chuckled, let his hand cup Samuel's cock, palm pushing hard.
"No. God, no." Sammy's head fell back, throat working.
He kept kneading Sammy's package--so fucking hot and hard behind the fancy wool-blend. "No. So just go with it." Leaning in, he bit at Samuel's collarbone, making another mark to balance the first.
"I can't." He didn't laugh, because Samuel was telling the truth. The man couldn't. That's why Sammy needed this, so he had to.
Jarrod worked his belt open with one hand and tugged down his zipper, letting his cock push out. It pressed against Sammy's belly and, oh fuck, yeah, that's what he wanted. Sammy's skin was hot and good. "You're gonna suck me," he told Samuel.
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sp; "How do you know? What if I bite?"
"Like this?" He closed his teeth around Samuel's nipple, letting them snap over the skin before his tongue licked and soothed the hurt.
Samuel's cry echoed, just rolling through the office, fucking sweet.
Yeah, he knew what the man needed. He bit again, mouth sliding over to nibble at the other nipple, touch more gentle on this one. Samuel's skin was soft and sweet under his tongue, with a sharp, salty aftertaste. So good.
The heat between them grew, Samuel arched back, and Jarrod focused on those tiny bits of skin and his teeth. His hands dragged down over Samuel's sides, thumbs pushing beneath the belted waistband to search out Samuel's hips. Growling a little at the restriction of movement, he tugged open Samuel's belt and got the man's pants open. Samuel's cock pushed right out, slapping against his belly.
"I'll show you how it's done." He'd give Samuel a little treat, but not let him come, not until Jarrod had his first.
He dropped slowly to his knees, making sure Samuel's prick slid all along his chest. It got caught under his chin and he grinned, turned his head back and forth so that the tip rasped against his five o'clock shadow.
"Fuck." Samuel scooted away, then moaned as that heated ass slid on the desktop.
"Oh, patience, Samuel. We'll get to the fucking." Grinning, he licked at the tip, pointed his tongue and pushed it into Samuel's slit.
Oh, shit, that got him a reaction, didn't it? Eyes huge, mouth open, bitter fluid slipping on his tongue. Humming, he flicked his tongue back and forth across the tip before closing his lips around just the head and sucking hard.
"Oh. Oh." The sounds got faster, louder, Sammy's hips pumping, thrusting into his mouth.
He wrapped his hands around Sammy's hips, fingers digging in as he kept the thrusts from going too deep. He wasn't going to let Sammy come. Not yet.
Just as Samuel's noises got desperate, he pulled off and stood again, taking those sounds in as he plastered their mouths together. Samuel slammed up against him, demanding more, needing him. Yeah, that was it. Pure and honest.
Hands on Samuel's shoulders, he pushed him down gently, bending as their mouths continued to cling. "Make it good and I'll fuck you until you scream, Sammy. I'll give you everything you need."
"I don't..." The words said Samuel didn't, but Jesus fuck, that mouth did. It dropped over his cock, the heat and suction enough to make his head slam back.
His fingers slid into Samuel's hair, tangled in it. He didn't push or pull or thrust, just let Samuel know he could if he chose to. And he moaned, letting Sammy know just how fucking good it was.
"More. Fuck, more."
Samuel fucking took him down to the root, throat working around the tip. Those long fingers wrapped around his balls, tugging hard enough to ache.
"That's it, Sammy. So fucking good." Shit, he was going to come if he wasn't careful, and he was saving it for Samuel's ass, knew that's what the man needed. "Enough. Lose the pants and spread out over the desk."
He got another hard suck, a tug and those eyes challenged him.
"Oh, you're a cockhound, are you, Sammy? You want to taste me? Want my come to shoot down your throat?" His voice was rough, betraying how good it was.
Those cheeks flushed dark, eyes closing as that throat swallowed again.
"Oh yeah, that's what you want." He stroked Samuel's hollowed cheek. "Open your eyes again and it's yours."
He heard Samuel's soft whimper, felt the fight in the man. God, so sexy.
"You can let go with me, Sammy. It's safe." No one would ever know how good Samuel looked on his knees, sucking cock. No one but him.
Just open your eyes, he willed, just give it to me.
There. There, bright and wanton and just a little shocked, Samuel's eyes were beautiful. The moan was torn from his throat, his hips snapping. He held Samuel's eyes as he thrust several times, his spunk spraying down Samuel's throat.
"Yes!" Fuck. He was so fucking lost in those eyes.
Samuel whimpered for him, the sound vibrating around his cock.
"Such a pretty man." He stroked one hand through that heavy hair. Now that ass was his. "Time to get up now and bend over your desk for me."
"What?" Samuel popped off his prick, eyes wide.
"You heard me. It's time to remind you what you were running away from, time to punish you for running away in the first place."
"What? No. No way. You...you need to go." Sammy stood, backed away.
"That's not what you want." He followed Sammy, not letting the man off the hook. "You're going to bend over and I'm going to give you what you need so you can do your job."
"It's time to go for the night..." Sammy kept backing up.
"You inviting me back to your loft?"
"What? No. No, I don't. No, of course not. You just. You're off the clock." Sammy's ass hit the wall.
"That's good timing, then." He took Sammy's mouth, the kiss hard. Fuck, he could taste himself there.
He grabbed Sam's ass, knowing it would burn, ache deep down. He couldn't wait to fuck it, to feel the heat of it against his hips. Tomorrow he'd bring some plugs, maybe a razor. Oh, he could see that. Shave and plug this fine man on his lunch hour tomorrow.
He stepped back, just a step. "Now go bend over the desk Sammy."
"No way..." Look at that hard cock.
He grabbed Sammy's shoulders and spun them both around, pushing Sammy toward the desk.
"This is... You can't..."
But he could and Sammy was letting him. He pushed on Sammy's shoulders, making him bend over that big old desk. He admired the long back, the way those broad shoulders tapered into a tight, tiny ass. He slid his hand around to the front of Sammy's pants, feeling him up through his trousers before starting to work off Sammy's pants.
"Don't..." Sammy's hips rolled, shifting like the man couldn't help it.
"Don't stop? Don't worry--I won't." He took his time, making things last, making Samuel wait.
"I'm going to fire you..."
"You won't, boss-man." Sammy needed this too much to get rid of him.
"I will!" He bared that tight ass, let his fingers drag over the still-pink flesh.
It would be redder soon. Three weeks Sammy had made him wait; the man was getting more than just the one spanking today. He let his hand fly, the sound of the smack loud, Sammy's cry louder. He watched his handprint show stark white on Sammy's ass before filling in again, a slightly darker pink than the surrounding skin..
"Don't!" Sammy's thighs went rock hard for him.
He slammed his hand across Sammy's ass again; the man needed a safe word. Of course, he wasn't sure if Sammy was ready to admit just how real this was, yet. Hell, he wasn't sure he was ready.
Luckily he didn't have to worry about that yet. He could focus on beating this fine ass raw. He found a rhythm, working each cheek in turn, moving from top to bottom in a sort of circle. He loved the feeling of Sammy's skin beneath his palm, loved how it slowly heated. The sounds that filled the air of the office were amazing, pure sex, and they made his mouth dry.
"You're sex on a fucking stick, Sammy. You make me so hard." Who cared if he'd just come; spanking Sammy's ass made him so hard.
Sammy whimpered softly, shook his head. "Stop. Stop. God..."
"You don't want me to fuck you right here? Bent over your desk like the naughty man you are?"
Sammy's entire body shook, hips rolling back toward him. Someone liked that.
"I thought so." He gave Sammy's ass one last smack and then grabbed the condoms out of his pocket, tearing one off the row.
"Bad little boy." He let his nails scrape over that burning flesh.
He opened his pants again and pulled out his prick, covering it with the condom. He smacked his cock against Sammy's ass.
"No..."
Oh, hell yes.
"Yes." He rubbed the head of his cock against Sammy's hole, then pressed in.
That sweet ass was perfect, made for him. His cock. S
ammy was so tight, gripping his prick tight. He grabbed that burning ass and pushed hard, burying himself to the root. Fuck, but Sammy felt like absolute heaven. He pulled out and pushed back in again.
"Yes..." The word was whispered, so tiny.
He nodded. Oh, yes. He pulled back, thrust in. They found a rhythm--hard and fast enough to jar Sammy's desk. He wrapped his fingers around Sammy's hips, gripping strongly as he kept pounding into Sammy.
"Touch me. Fuck. My cock..."
"When I'm good and ready, Sammy."
"Goddamn it." Sammy's ass gripped his prick.
He slapped his fingers down on Sammy's ass.
Jarrod's eyes rolled back in his head as Sammy went even tighter.
"Fuck. Sammy." He groaned, thrust twice more and reached around to grab Sammy's cock.
"Yes!" Samuel pushed himself upright, body slamming back against him.
"Eager man." He slammed in harder, giving the man everything he had. It wasn't going to be long, not now. He could feel Samuel's body getting closer and closer. "Give it to me, Samuel. Give it to me now."
It took two more thrusts before heat sprayed, splashing on Samuel's desk as the man's body milked him.
"That's it. That's it." Groaning, he filled the condom. Samuel's shoulders hitched, the man sucking in breaths. He pressed a kiss in the middle of Samuel's back. "Good man."
He pulled away, slow, careful. Almost gentle. He discarded the condom and stroked Samuel's ass. The muscles jerked and jumped. So sensitive.
"There. Don't you feel better now, boss-man?"
Samuel didn't answer, just sucked in another hitching breath.
He did himself up and kissed Samuel's shoulder. "Welcome back, boss."
He headed out, and Samuel didn't say a word as he shut the door behind him.
Jarrod took a deep breath, and then another.
He was so fucking screwed.
Chapter 4
It was a blessing that he was swamped for three days, giving him a chance to make inquiries with HR about Jarrod. The man didn't seem like a legal secretary. Not at all. HR couldn't tell him much, really. In fact, Joy was acting weird as hell about the man.