Page 159 of Owned (Office Intrigue Duet 8)
Unable to help myself, I touched his face, leaning into the kiss, getting lost in the feel of him. So warm, so gentle. But underneath, I could practically feel his desire brewing.
“I’m glad you’re here,” he whispered as he released me.
“Me, too,” I admitted, staring down into his eyes.
His lips pulled back in a sinful smile. “Now put your cock in my mouth.”
So hot.
“Just be careful.”
“Are you still hurting?” I asked as was my duty as his doctor.
“Almost one hundred percent,” he assured me. “But not quite.” His eyes went hard. “Your cock. My mouth. Now, Jasper.”
I hoped to hell he wasn’t lying, but I was extra careful as I got to my feet, straddled his chest, then eased myself down to my knees. His chest was too wide, so I settled for putting one knee beside his head and planting my foot on the opposite side.
My sole focus was ensuring I didn’t hurt him.
Right up until he lifted his head and took me to the root.
“Oh, fuck.” My hands gripped the headboard, white-knuckling the wood as blinding pleasure rocked me to my very core.
Ransom moaned, a sound of approval that sent an electric current up and down my spine.
He never hurried his pace, sucking me as though he was savoring every lick. It was the most exquisite torture, making my head spin and my body harden.
Ransom suddenly pulled back, his hand grabbing for my arm and dragging me down. It took some fancy maneuvering, but I managed not to fall on him.
“Lube,” he growled softly. “In the nightstand.”
Shocked by the sudden change, I leaned over, fumbling for the drawer. Inside was only one thing: a bottle of lubricant. I snatched it, slammed the drawer, then turned back to Ransom.
Before I could do anything else, Ransom grabbed the bottle, squirted a generous amount in his hand, then stroked himself as he shifted to his knees, his face pinched as though he was in pain. The next thing I knew, I was on my stomach beneath Ransom, his cock wedged between my ass cheeks.
“Have to have you now,” he grunted in my ear.
I loved this side of the man. The one who could so easily lose control because his desires overwhelmed him.
“Yes, Titan.”
“I need to be inside you,” he mumbled as he kneed my thighs apart.
I swallowed a whimper when he breached my asshole, the thick head of his cock splitting me open. I was still sore from earlier, having taken a cock for the first time in years, but not enough to have me stopping this.
Ransom nipped my shoulder and I could tell he was trying to go slow.
“Little boy … I’ve fucking missed you.”
That endearment was like a bolt of lightning nailing me in the chest. It stole my breath, had me reaching for his hand, our fingers twining as he pinned me to the bed.
“Please, Titan.” I needed him then. I didn’t care about the past or the future, not even the discomfort. Right now, I simply needed that connection to him. To be one with him.
“Fuck…” He was panting, pushing inside me, stretching me wide. “Relax. Let me have you.”
I could tell he was holding back somewhat, but he didn’t stop until he was lodged balls deep. At that point, he rested on top of me, his entire weight pressing me into the mattress.
He grunted again, but then he started moving, rocking on top of me. Slow, shallow strokes that left me wanting more, had me groaning along with him.
“Mine,” he bit out, his mouth near my ear. “Mine, Jasper. You’re. Mine.”
“Yours, Titan. Always.”
He came like that, hardly moving, buried inside me, and while I didn’t climax, it was the most mind-bending moment of my life.
“You’re sleeping here tonight,” Ransom whispered in my ear. “And tomorrow … we’re going to talk.”
I nodded, because at some point, I knew we had to.
*
RANSOM
I woke up to the sun shining and a man in my arms.
My man, the only one I’d ever loved, the one I’d thought was gone from my life forever.
I was careful to remain perfectly still, not wanting to wake him. He looked so peaceful in sleep.
Memories of last night came back, hardening my body as the replay took hold.
Me and Jasper.
The two of us.
Only the two of us.
None of what happened last night had been planned, but then again, most of our relationship had been that way. I had known he wanted to talk when I saw him standing on my porch, but that was the last thing I wanted. Not with the way we’d left things between us at the clinic. After that enticing role play, Jasper had walked out on me, left me without a word.
I’d fucked up.
But so had he.
And not just this time. The last time, too. All those memories had come flooding back. The times we’d shared, the way things had ended. The pain I’d felt because my heart had shattered when I’d lost him. For the longest time, I’d thought I would never get over him. And then he was right back in my life, filling my world with light and warmth when I’d been convinced it was no longer an option for me.
