Tales of Darkness & Sin - Pepper Winters Page 0,155

clasping body slowly, drawing out our pleasure until we both shook with it, primed by the same tuning fork.

“Christ, James,” he moaned again and again, loving to say my name and knowing how I loved to hear it. “I’m going to come all over your desk.”

The thought spiked desire through my low back and contracted in my heavy balls.

I tugged his head back, fingers curling through his silk hair so I could whisper harshly in his ear. “You do, and I’ll take you over my knee, boy. When you come, you’ll do it in my mouth so I can have the taste of you on my tongue when I leave to go home without you. I wish I could spend myself in you, see the cum drip from your loosened hole when I was done with you. I wish we could both be filled with each other.”

“Do it,” he gritted out, voiced nearly pained with ecstasy as he thrust back against me. “Take the condom off. I’m clean, and you’re the bloody PM, not to mention you. I’m sure you’re fastidious about your health.”

I froze, the head of my cock wedged between his round cheeks. I stared down at it, imagining the sight and feel of taking his sweet arse bare.

“You’re sure?” I croaked, moved sexually and emotionally by this act of trust.

Its significance felt absolute, an act that propelled us further into an intimacy from which I wasn’t sure either of us could recover.

“Yes,” he whispered back, softer with an aching vulnerability in his sweet voice. “Please.”

I didn’t hesitate a moment more. Fisting my cock, I carefully left the warmth of his body to peel off the condom, wrap it in tissue, and toss it in the bin before I re-lubricated my straining dick and tapped at the entrance of his body again.

“I’m going to take you hard and fast, boy,” I warned as I watched the nearly purple head of my cock dip in and out of him, a bare tease of the intensity that was to come. “I’m going to fill you up with my seed, and afterward, you’re going to stay prone over the table so I can see your sweet hole filled with me, do you understand?”

Before he could fully gasp his answer, I seated myself balls deep inside him. My head reared back, tendons so taut in my neck I thought they would snap, and I groaned to the heavens in some blasphemous thanks for the glory of the moment. The sensation of Tally all around me was almost excruciatingly good, searing heat gathering at the base of my spine, tightening in my balls so painfully I knew I would burst within moments.

So immersed in our joint pleasure and the way my boy shuddered and keened beneath me, I didn’t notice anything outside my narrow view of him, of us.

Not the clink of a key thrust into a lock or the tell-tale creak of the old oak door pushing open nor the draft that followed.

I only knew the heat of Tally, the wonder of being inside him, of having his trust and his body entirely under my control. My chest ached with the acuity of the moment. Seconds later, Tally groaned and spilled himself, cock untouched, all over the side of my desk. Thoughts of punishing him for disobeying my orders by spanking the porcelain swell of his arse sent me into my own earth-shattering climax.

So, you see, I did not notice the man in the door until all was too well said and done.

Even then, it was Tally who cottoned on first, stilling so completely beneath me that I was horrified I’d injured him at first.

But then, I too noticed the third set of breaths filling the suddenly quiet chamber.

My head turned by minute degrees, my brain already scrambling for purchase, desperate to devise an excuse for the erotic tableau we presented to whichever unfortunate staffer was suddenly privy to our relationship.

My eyes shuttered closed the moment they landed on Gregory Plume.

The same Gregory who had the political bit between his teeth. Gregory who had tried to elicit promises that I would support him as the next Tory leader when I decided to retire my position as leader of the party.

Tally moved suddenly, carefully separating our bodies so that he could silently, efficiently pull his trousers up from around his ankles and fix his hair. Then he turned to me, the same calm expression on his face, a deadness in his eyes as