Page 2 of Blackmailed

Jochi smirked.So stubborn.“Then I’ll make you a deal. Right here, right now. I will go to my knees and take you into my mouth. If you go soft we’ll stop, and I’ll know it’s my feline hormones out of whack due to the auction takedown. I’ll transfer out of your office so as not to make this an uncomfortable working environment as well.”

Jefferson’s body tensed. “Jochi... I’m fifty-five years old. I’m not some horny teenager anymore.”

He laughed. “When I’m finished with you,bèndàn, you’ll stop aging. Your life will match mine.”

“Now I know you’re lying.” Jefferson grunted.

“Am I? Have you seen your daughters? Do they appear older?” Jochi slipped under Jefferson’s arm to stand in front of him. “I’ll never lie to you.”

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Jefferson couldn’t believe he was contemplating, let alone doing, this. Jochi went to his knees before him. His emerald gaze was glued to his grey eyes. The man had been right. When Jochi first walked into the room, he had thought about fuckingher, but it was all a reaction. A need to find some relief after years of being celibate.

He hadn’t realized he’d gone so long without someone warming his bed until Jochi sat on his lap. If he’d been a woman Jefferson would have pounced, taking what was clearly offered. What did it say about him? What did it say about his morals? His code of ethics? He prided himself on not creating scandals and being the “clean” senator from Arizona. Now, as Jochi pulled his zipper down, Jefferson shot his whole image to hell.

Nevertheless, Jochi gave him a way out. If he went soft, the snow leopard would leave. No one would ever know a man tried to suck his dick. Yes, Jefferson could do this. He’d wait for his erection to flag then he’d pull out. Jefferson threaded his fingers through Jochi’s hair as he nuzzled Jefferson’s hard cock. A strangled moan passed his lips. He’d never made a sound like that before.

Jochi licked the crest and Jefferson’s ass clenched. He couldn’t believe how close he already was to coming. He watched in fascination as clear fluid dribbled from his slit, and his shaft twitched. Jochi ran his tongue across it, gathering up the pre-cum. He moaned, digging his fingers into the snow leopard’s hair to urge him forward. He’d come up with excuses for why this was happening later.

Why it felt good.

Why he got harder instead of softer.

Why he wanted to ram his cock down Jochi’s throat and unload on him.

“Jochi...we shouldn’t.”

“Shh,” he murmured. “I’ve got you.”

He took the tip of Jefferson’s cock into his mouth and hummed. The vibrations skittered along his length and settled in his balls. Stars burst in front Jefferson’s eyes. Pure electricity flowed through his veins. His heart hammered, and his knees were weak. He let go of Jochi’s hair and instead pressed his palm to the back of the man’s head, needing him to take more.

Jochi stared up at him as he swallowed Jefferson’s cock an inch at a time. His gut clenched. The tingle of his impending climax settled in his balls. He tried to hold back. Control this before it got out of control.

Clearly, he was out of his element.

A muffled curse spilled from his lips as his release pumped from his shaft. All it had taken was one stroke of the man’s mouth and he came. He held the man to him while he continued to pulse and twitch. He’d never cum this hard, and yet he was still hard. Even when he gave a soft whimper of pleasure as the last of orgasm passed, he felt just as excited and horny.

Like he’d never had Jochi’s mouth on him.

Like he never came.

He glanced down. Jochi had his dick in hand, stroking himself. The pearly white fluid spilling from his tip had a thrill racing down his spine and, if it were possible, the treacherous flesh between his legs grew harder.

Jochi pulled off of him. “It’s okay, Jefferson.” His tone was soothing. “Cum as much as you want as often as you want. I can take it.”

But, could Jefferson?

One time had stolen his ability to think and reason. One time, and he questioned everything he knew about himself. He needed to sit down. He needed a minute to think this through. He could continue to tell himself it’d been a biological reaction to not having sex or receiving oral; however, a small part of him enjoyed it.

He sat down in his chair, his hard dick hanging out of his pants. The visual of Jochi naked on his knees in front of him made his cock jerk and another bead of pre-cum form.

He groaned in frustration.

“Would you like me to suck you off again?” Jochi crawled to him. His round ass high, his erection bobbed between his legs.

“No... Yes.” He cursed again.

Jochi smiled at him. He wasn’t mocking Jefferson. The indulging grin eased some of the anxiety creeping in at the edges. “Would you like to fuck me, Senator?”

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