Perfect Fit: Book 4 of the Fated Hearts Series (8 page)

“In a manner of speaking,” I replied as I sat down at a vacant table. “You’ve just met my teaching assistant, Gavin Anderson.”

“He’s a little scrumptious cupcake with sprinkles on top.” Jag replied. I could hear just how attractive he found Gavin in his voice. I did not want to hear about his past or future conquests, so the question that popped out of my mouth shocked me.

“You’ve fucked Senator Thompson, huh?” Luckily, I didn’t blurt it out as loud as I could have, but still loud enough for Jag to look around to make sure I wasn’t overheard.

“Oh good, people in Southeast Asia didn’t hear you,” he said sarcastically once he looked back at me. I tried to play it like I didn’t care by stabbing a meatball with my fork and bringing it to my mouth. I saw Jag staring at my lips so I played up the situation to make eating balls of meat covered in sauce as sexy as I could. In spite of knowing better, I wanted to remind him of our joint shower when I sucked his balls into my mouth one at a time. It seemed to be something he liked a hell of a lot. Jag leaned closer until his lips nearly brushed against my ear. “Yes, I did fuck him and yes, he wants me to fuck him again, but do you know what?”

“What?” My voice sounded strangled and a little raspier than the blasé tone I had been aiming for, but it was hard to put on a front when my erection was trying to bust out of my trousers. That was all it took – his dark, dirty voice in my ear – to get me hard and primed to fuck.

“Senator Thompson doesn’t have the ass I’ve been dying to ride again.”
Gulp.
I knew where he was leading me, but I couldn’t resist following. I set my fork down and slid my plate away as food became the last thing I wanted to put in my mouth right then.

“No?”

“No.” Jag placed his hand on my thigh beneath the table and slid it upwards until he cupped my straining hard-on through the thin fabric of my dress pants. “Why don’t you show me your office, Bones? I’d like to see the chair you wiggled in the day after I claimed that sweet ass.” Jag’s breath came out in hot pants against my ear. “I felt you for days too.” My skin and clothes suddenly felt too tight as memories of our night together flashed behind my closed eyes. Jag gave my cock a firm squeeze and then rose to his feet, giving me the chance to go with him or watch him walk away – probably right to the good senator.

I stood up without a word and led the way to my office, which included a walk across the campus in the frigid December air. The chilly wind that swept between the buildings did nothing to diminish the heat that boiled through my veins, because I knew I would soon be filled with his burning heat and all else would fade away as he mastered my body.

There was no need to use my keys to get into the building, because guests were encouraged to meander through the university that night. My office, however, was locked so I pulled my keys out of my coat pocket and attempted to unlock the door. It took several attempts though because my hands were shaking due to Jag dry humping my ass in the empty hallway and biting my ear while I tried to let us in my office.

“I haven’t come in my underwear since I was a randy teenager, Bones, but you’re making it really hard to hold back. God, I love this ass.” Jag gripped the ass in question hard in his large hands and began to massage it. “I need inside you.”

Finally, I fitted the key in the lock and unlocked the door. Jag shoved me through the door before he slammed it hard enough to rattle the hinges. The only sound besides our pounding hearts and labored breathing was the click of the lock engaging beneath his masterful hands.

“I don’t have any protection here. Please tell me you have something with you.”

Jag smiled wickedly before he said, “I’ve got us covered, Bones. I wasn’t a Boy Scout, but I came prepared like one.”

“I was a Boy Scout and that wasn’t what they meant about being prepared.” I took off my jacket and tossed it onto the small couch that I liked to read on in the late afternoon with a cup of hot coffee. I reached for my tie and began to loosen it, but Jag’s words stopped me.

“Leave the tie and shirt on.” He pulled me into his arms and took my mouth in a ravaging, almost bruising kiss for several long, sexy minutes. “I’m going to bend you over the desk and fuck you the way your body is begging to be fucked.” Jag whipped my chair out from behind the desk and positioned me the way he wanted me. He reached around to my tie and loosened the knot so that it hung free a few inches. He lifted the knot in front of my mouth and said, “Bite on this to keep from crying out, Bones, unless you want them all to hear you receiving the pleasure I give you.”

The dominant side of him drove me wild and I eagerly obeyed him by chomping down on my tie. Jag made quick work of unbuckling my belt and unfastening my pants. The slide of the fabric down my legs caused me to shiver with expectation. I knew that no matter how hard he rode me the first time it would pale in comparison to fucking he would give me in my office.

I heard a soft thud on my desk from where he tossed his wallet followed by the sounds of him undressing his lower half also. I heard the metal clank of his belt buckle hit the hardwood floor and I nearly moaned out loud. I feared that all the guests were going to hear Jag turning me into his bottom hungry boy as I waited for him to take me, but it was a risk I was eager to take.

I turned my head and watched him pull out two lube packets and one condom from his wallet. The sounds of the packets being ripped open was sexiest thing I had heard since the last time we were together. I missed watching him roll the latex down his steely length, but I didn’t pout for long because his long, confident fingers began to work the lubricant inside my tight clinch. It didn’t take me long to be grateful that he recommended I bite my tie, because it dulled the heavy groans coming from deep inside of me.

“Just imagine how you’ll want to shout once I’ve worked my dick inside you.” Jag pressed his dick to my opening to tease me. I thrust backwards to take him inside me, but he pulled back. “You’re still so tight, Bones, and you threaten my control. I want to fuck you good and hard, but I don’t want to hurt you.” He continued stretching me until he thought I was ready to receive him. “Press your chest flat against your desk and grab onto to the edge on the other side. The only thing I want in the air is your gorgeous ass.” I did as he asked, and I was rewarded with his hot, teasing hands on my ball sac and his wicked thumb massaging my taint.

As excited as I was to be giving my ass up to him again, I found myself holding my breath as he started to enter me. “Jag,” his name was a mumbled curse against knotted silk as he drew out my torture by entering me one tiny fraction of an inch at a time.

Jag pressed his chest against my back and placed his mouth against my ear. “Such a greedy ass you’ve got, Bones.” He laid his hands on top of mine just like he did the first time he claimed my ass and then he drove in deep; in one hard thrust.

I screamed his name behind my impromptu gag as black dots danced in my vision because the pleasure was just that intense. Jag kept his thrusts slow and steady at first and allowed me to adjust to his girth, but then the intensity increased until I heard the slap of his pelvis against my upturned ass. I wished I could see the way his hips looked as he powered in and out of me. I found myself longing for a mirror or some way to watch us, because I knew that Jag taking his pleasure from me, and giving me mine in return, would be the sexiest thing I ever saw.

“Don’t move,” he whispered hungrily in my ear. He lifted his weight off of me until he stood behind me with his hands on my hips. “I need to watch your ass take me in deep, Bones.” It felt like he was trying to memorize every sensation just like I was doing beneath him.

I resented the gag suddenly, wishing I could tell him how hungrily I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted to beg him, but I wasn’t sure what I was begging for. I wanted to shout his name and let him know how much he turned me inside out.

He held my hips in his strong hands, hard enough to bruise, and pounded into me. The sound of flesh smacking together echoed around my office and I was certain I’d hear the echoes long afterwards, like a ghost. Jag moved one hand and pressed down between my shoulder blades, as if he feared I might try to escape, but there was no chance of that.

I saw sweat drip from my forehead and splash onto my desk as Jag dialed up his fucking to a level I hadn’t known existed. It was beyond feral or animalistic, it was almost as if he was exercising some sort of demon and using my body to do it. The pleasure was too intense for me to complain.

Suddenly, Jag stilled with his dick buried inside me. “I want you to ride me while I sit in your chair, Bones. I’ll give you more memories to make you wiggle in your seat.” Jag pulled me up so that I stood in front of him with his dick still lodged in my body and took a few steps back until he fell back into my office chair, pulling me down on top of him. “Too bad you don’t have a hat to wear while you ride me, Bones.”

Jag’s hands left my hips and slid up my torso, pulling my shirt along with them. I began fucking myself on his hard rod while he pinched my nipples. The sound of my cock bouncing and slapping against my stomach spurred me on even more. I was so close to coming, but I didn’t want it to end. Jag’s fingernails rasped over my turgid nipples and sent me flying over the edge. He grabbed my hips and began slamming me onto his shaft once I began to slow my rhythm as my orgasm flooded my system and I came in a wide arc that landed on my desk and floor in front of me.

“Jesus, you get so tight when you come that it almost hurts,” Jag growled between his teeth.

I was so exhausted I could do nothing but lie back against his chest while he fucked into me as he chased his own orgasm. Voices outside my door didn’t even cause me to stir, because I just couldn’t give two fucks who might come through that door. Jag was just that damn good. Even better was the way he bit into my shoulder to keep from roaring as he flooded the condom inside me.

He thrust up into me twice more before he wrapped his arms around me and held me tight against him. He leaned his head so that his temple was pressed against the side of my sweaty neck. He pulled the tie out of my mouth and turned my head for a wet kiss. I hadn’t realized just how much I missed his lips during sex until then. He kissed me until our lung and heart function returned to their normal rates.

“Next time I want to hear all those sexy things you say during sex,” he whispered hotly in my ear.
Next time?
As sure as I knew that the sun would rise in the east the next day, I knew that night in my office wouldn’t be the last time I surrendered my body to him.

“Next time, you’ll be the one making all the hungry sounds while I fuck you.”

Silence and then finally, “Okay.”

We didn’t say anything at all while we cleaned up in the tiny bathroom attached to my office or during spunk spill cleanup in aisle one afterwards. Jag simply handed me his phone and I immediately knew what he was asking without words. I programmed my contact info into his phone and saved it under the name of Bones and handed it back to him. I handed him my phone and watched as he saved his info on my phone too.

One soft, lingering kiss and he left me alone in my office to think about what just happened. It wasn’t the sex part that had me pondering, but the kiss he gave me before he left me. All the other kisses we shared were hungry kisses that were preludes to a hard fucking. That goodbye kiss was sweet and remained on my lips long after he left.

I sat down in my chair and I could still feel the heat of his body in the leather, smell his masculinity, and our combined spent releases in the air. I wondered, not for the first time, what I was doing with Jag and why it seemed like I couldn’t let go? Sure he was a mystery or a puzzle I wanted to solve, but there was more to it than that. This was more than dial-a-dick and I guessed that only time would tell me exactly what was happening between us.

A MONTH PASSED
and I hadn’t heard from Bones, which left me feeling irritated and conflicted. My confliction came from the hurt and disappointment I felt growing stronger and stronger with each day that went by that I didn’t hear from him. I didn’t want our interactions to be important enough to hurt me, but it didn’t matter what I wanted. I still ended up feeling rejected. I was irritated that I had set up myself up for the disappointment by handing him my phone in the first place. I asked myself a hundred times in thirty days what I had been thinking that night. The answer came to me easily each time as I sat alone inside my house.