Page 6 of Blackmailed

“I love you too. Now, give my grandbabies kisses from their grandpa and I’ll see you soon.”

“I will! Thanks, Daddy.” Charisma hung up and Jefferson shook his head. The girl would tell everyone before he got there, he knew it.

“Well, I guess it’s as good of a time as any to tell them,” Jochi said with small chuckle.

“Yeah...” Jefferson scrubbed his face. “What a fucking morning.”

Jochi nodded. “Do you know what you want to do about the other?”

Jefferson placed his finger under Jochi’s chin and lifted his face before kissing him. “Mmm, needed that. As for the other...” He shrugged. “I need time to think. Going home will give me a second to do so.”

He reached between Jochi’s legs and skimmed the length of his mate’s semi-hard dick sticking out of the fly of his pants. Jefferson shouldn’t want to do anything with his mate in his office, yet after everything they’d been through in the last thirty minutes, he needed to feel his snow leopard climax in his arms.

“Bèndàn...” Jochi groaned. He flexed his hips, pushing more of his length into Jefferson’s palm. “I ache.”

“We both do.” He pushed Jochi’s trousers down to his ankles then palmed his ass. “Grab the desk and don’t let go.” Jefferson unbuttoned his trousers, releasing his dick from the confines of his pants, before he fished the small bottle of lube out of his desk drawer. He slicked up his cock and placing it at Jochi’s rear. “Not a sound now. We don’t need Janice coming in to make sure we’re okay.”

Jochi glanced over his shoulder at Jefferson and smirked before lowering himself onto Jefferson’s dick. The snug heat of his mate’s ass enveloped him. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from shouting out in pleasure. In the last year, none of what he experienced every time they had sex made a lick of sense to him. At some point, it should all wane. The sensation of being ripped in two by the exquisite twist of ecstasy. At some point, his fifty-six year old body should give out on him. His dick should have gone limp and not twitched in need. Nor should he be able to still have an erection after climaxing. Yet, he acted like he was sixteen. No matter what he did, he couldn’t get it to go down and, like he had for almost a year now, woke regularly with a hardon, not even peeing got rid of.

It was ridiculous.

Jochi shivered over him, rolling his hips to encourage Jefferson. He grabbed onto his mate’s hips and began the slow, torturous journey of finding their orgasms. Their breath came in harsh pants. Jochi fisted his cock, stroking himself with each of Jefferson’s thrusts. He moaned, loving the way his lover cinched down on his shaft. It held him in a vice of bliss, churning the building bubble of arousal, threatening to explode within him.

“So close, bèndàn,” Jochi whimpered. “It’s too much. Too intense.”

“I feel it too,” he grunted. “Feels so good.”

Jochi gave a soft cry of pleasure as he leaned back against Jefferson’s chest. “Together?”

“Always.” He repositioned him so he bent Jochi over his desk, sinking his cock deeper into his lover. It stole his ability to think as Jochi quivered around him. “Shit.” His pace quickened. He gripped his snow leopard’s hips, knowing full well he’d wear Jefferson’s marks. He jerked inside Jochi and grunted. The thought alone of a shifter wearing a human’s mark destroyed his control. He groaned through his release, pumping his hips with each spurt of cum.

“Jefferson,” Jochi murmured, jerking himself off as he too came.

“I should say I am too old for this shit,” he muttered, sitting back in his chair, and taking Jochi with him, to make sure he stayed inside his mate. The irrational need had always confused him, until his mate told him it was part of the physiology of shifters. The overwhelming need to procreate. Yet, still it confounded him when he thought about it. Jochi was the shifter. Not him.

“You’re getting younger.” Jochi brushed Jefferson’s sweaty hair from his brow. “Don’t you see it?”

“I have.” The wrinkles around his eyes were lighter, his stomach had been toner, and his salt and pepper hair had begun to darken to his natural hair color. It freaked him out when he first saw the difference having a mate had made in his life.

“I like it,” his snow leopard purred.

“Me too.” He pressed a kiss to Jochi’s brow. “Means I get to spend years with you and my daughters.”

Jochi glanced away. “Are you sure you’re prepared to bring me home?”

Jefferson laughed, causing Jochi to squeeze him then groaned. “Damn, I’m never going to get used to that, feels too good.” He kissed Jochi again and began to move. “They’re going to be shocked but love you. Like I love you.”

“Bèndàn,” his mate whispered, wrapping his hand around his thickening length.

“You don’t have to say it yet,” Jefferson murmured across his lips.

“I love you too; you sentimental old fool.” Jochi smiled.

“Thank God.” He smacked his mate’s hip. “Now, where were we?”

“I think you were going to fuck my brains out,” Jochi said, glancing up at him.

“Yes, now I remember.” Jefferson wrapped his arms around his mate and sighed. Everything else would come later.

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