Page 3 of Blackmailed

Jefferson sputtered. His cheeks grew heated. His shaft gave a hardy jerk of approval. “Jochi...”

“Watch.” Jochi used his mouth to wet two of his fingers, then he bent forward. He rubbed and teased his rear before shoving both digits inside him.

Jefferson’s breath hitched. The man fucked himself, scissoring open his hole, he realized, to accommodate Jefferson’s cock. The sounds Jochi made turned him on and he took his length into his hand and stroked. When Jochi had three fingers in his rear, he gave a low yowl. The pulse of his release caught Jefferson by surprise, but not as much as the cum erupting from his tip.

Still, he didn’t soften.

Jochi climbed onto his lap while he continued to throb, and fit the head of Jefferson’s cock to his hole. Inch by inch he filled the snow leopard, while pumping the remnants of his release into him at the same time. A renewed sense of urgency filled his gut. As though he couldn’t get enough of Jochi. Or couldn’t put enough of his seed inside him.

It was weird, to say the least.

The man kissed Jefferson, the taste of his cum still on Jochi’s tongue. He groaned, deepening the kiss while guiding the man over him. His ass was hot and tight. The way he clenched on Jefferson made his head spin. Nothing could compare to this. The guilt of even thinking such would come later.

Jochi removed his tie, then opened Jefferson’s shirt. He splayed his hands across his chest and the senator could have sworn the man purred. He leaned forward, kissing and nipping Jefferson’s flesh, sending sparks of bliss straight to his groin. After two mind-bending orgasms, he gained some control over his body. He allowed himself to sink into the sensations streaking through him.

“I’m going to cum on your chest and belly then rub it in with my tip. You’ll wear my mark all night. You’ll smell me and know your dick will never go down.” Jochi groaned. “You’ll seek me out, Jefferson. You’ll beg to fuck me anywhere and everywhere. And I’ll bend over for you. I’ll give you my mouth and my ass to ease the burn. To ease the uncontrollable need to fuck.”

Shit. Jochi needed to stop talking. He could already feel his climax building. The churn of something pleasurable and painful was building within him. His hands tingled. So did his chest and face. He’d swear he was having a heart attack if it didn’t feel so fucking good. He chased it, flexing his hips so he could get deeper inside Jochi. His spine tingled. His eyes shut.

Jochi’s fingernails dug into his shoulders for purchase. His lips were inches from Jefferson’s ear as he whispered, “Later tonight, when you’re in bed alone, your dick so hard it hurts—your balls tight heavy knots, I want you to stroke yourself and say my name when you cum on your sheets.”

“Fuck, gonna cum.”

“Give it to me. Give it to your mate.” Jochi latched onto Jefferson’s neck and bit down. Hard.

Jefferson came with a roar. He strained under Jochi, trying to shove deep and hold himself there as jet after jet of his cum filled the snow leopard. Warm, wetness seared his skin moments later. Jochi gave a strangled cry and his ass cinched up on Jefferson, causing him to spill more of his seed.

He didn’t know how long they sat there, caught in this repetitive cycle of Jochi clenching around him and him pulsing within. But, when they finished, Jefferson’s cock finally began to soften. Yet, he didn’t pull out. He let out a shuddered breath and moaned. “Can’t move. Can’t feel my face.”

Jochi grinned up at him. “Same.”

“I’m a mess.”

“Mentally or physically?”

Jefferson chuckled, and a stream of his release rolled down his cock. He jerked inside of Jochi.Son of a bitch, I shouldn’t enjoy that as much as I am.“Both.”

“I understand.” Jochi kissed his cheek. “It won’t be easy,bèndàn. It will be worth it, in the end.”

“I already am in the end.” He flexed his hips and muttered, “Now I’m making crude jokes. What the fuck is wrong with me?”

Jochi tucked his bottom lip between his teeth. Amusement glittered in his bright green eyes. “You’re a mate. You’re my mate.”

“Yes, I suppose I am. You marked me anyway.”

Jochi growled. “It looks good on you. Makes me horny.” To prove his point, he began to rock on Jefferson’s lap.

He should have stayed soft. Shouldn’t have been able to go another round; however, with each roll of Jochi’s hips, he grew harder. Lust clawed at his groin, making him thickened to the point of pain. He held onto the snow leopard this time, allowing him to do all the work.

Fuck me, I’m too old for this shit.

Chapter One

November 2033

One year later...

Jefferson Winters threaded his fingers through Jochi Zhao’s hair as the snow leopard bobbed his head over Jefferson’s cock. He groaned. Three hundred and sixty-nine days ago Jochi made Jefferson a deal. Give him one chance to show Jefferson they were mates or Jochi would walk away. Since then, there hadn’t been a day that went by where Jefferson couldn’t wait to get his dick into his mate.

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