Page 19 of Witchwolf

Especially when I tugged him against me and he didn’t hesitate. He kissed me back like he was starved and I was a steak dinner, his whole body curling around me, pulling me tight against him, and holding me there as his tongue plunged into my mouth, exploring me as thoroughly as he’d done the night before. He kissed me until I couldn’t breathe, leaning us both back against my desk and just... fuck, but he was perfect.

Without even thinking about it, I pushed back and dropped to my knees, my hands falling naturally to the zipper of his pants. It was ridiculous. It was a terrible idea. It had almost gotten us into a fight that very morning, the fact that we’d had sex.

But there I was, opening his fly and reaching into his black boxer briefs to pull out his already straining erection. Fuck, but that was huge.

It probably wasn’t a good idea to demand that he bend me over my own desk and fuck me till I forgot my own name, but damn if I didn’t want to do exactly that.

But no. I’d wanted the chance to suck his cock last night, and here was my opportunity. I could see if I was any good at it.

I hadn’t even touched it with more than my hand yet, and he was looking at me like I was the answer to the riddle of the sphinx or something, so that was pretty fucking gratifying. Tentatively, I wet my lips and leaned in. Kissing it was probably a little... well screw it. I wasn’t in the mood to be self-conscious.

I let my tongue reach out and licked just the tip. Salty. A little bitter. Nothing strange. Just skin. Soft, velvety skin over a hard cock, and for some reason, it was the most interesting texture I’d ever had near my lips.

I’d always been one of those guys who chewed on anything in my hands, from pens to fingernails, so exploring a cock with my mouth? That was no kind of hardship at all.

Slowly, I swallowed him down, just a little at a time, exploring the taste and texture of him with my tongue.

Above me, Jax let his head fall back, gasping for breath. “Jill’s going to fucking murder me,” he whispered, but he didn’t try to stop me. When his head came forward and he met my eye, he flashed that toothy smile of his. “Totally worth it.”

So I went right on, exploring his cock like I owned it. Testing what made him gasp, and what made him clench his fists tight and most importantly, what finally made him break and grab my hair with a hand, his hips bucking helplessly forward as he fucked into my mouth, muttering my name.

Oh hell yes. I sucked my cheeks in, giving an experimental pull like he was a straw, and it drew another quiet groan. “Dakota. Fuck, yes.”

Yes indeed. I dove down all the way, holding my breath and trying to take him all the way in, but of course, almost choked instead, because I wasn’t like, the cocksucking savant or something. That would have been nice, but this was okay. I just had to cough a second, blinking away tears, before swallowing him back down and trying again. I’d never been one of those people to whom skills came easy. I’d have to work at learning this.

That was okay, because Jax, it turned out, was a pretty fucking patient subject. He loosened his grip on my hair, still panting, mumbling yet another apology, this time for in case he’d hurt me. I looked back up at him and, since my mouth was full and I couldn’t tell him I was fine, winked.

That seemed to work well enough, as he relaxed back into his lean against my desk and let me continue. It only took a few more tries before I figured out that holding my breath was the problem, and I had to—slowly—breathe through my nose while I worked his dick.

Before long, he was back to making these tiny, aborted movements with his hips, like he so badly wanted to thrust into my mouth, fuck me mercilessly, but was holding himself back.

There was a quiet gasp, and I wondered if that was going to be it, but no. “Dakota,” he whispered, tapping my shoulder, pushing me back slightly.

As much as I wanted to stubborn it out and see if I could manage, I let him push me back instead. He looked down at me, his eyes flashing in the office lights—always red, so weird—and grabbed his cock in his own hand, jerking it roughly. It only took three strokes before he was coming, all over my face.

Fuck, why was that hot? Porn, probably, but who cared? Still hot.

He tried to be quiet as he came on me, then cupped my face in one hand. “Fuck,” he whispered. “I am so screwed.”

I grabbed a couple of tissues from the dispenser Jillian had been nice enough to leave on my desk, cleaning myself up and smiling at him. “I mean, you could just not tell her.”

He gave me an odd look, like I was being naive, and maybe I was. Maybe the office walls were paper-thin, and everyone in the whole place had heard what we’d just done.

Oops.

I smiled up at him, tossing the tissues into the trash bin and shrugging. “Worth it.”

He sighed, as though admitting defeat, and nodded. “Worth it.”

8

Jax

Once was an act of rebellion by a mage sick of his own people’s nonsense.

Twice, and I was beginning to think Dakota liked me.

It was a far cry from how I’d imagined my day would go, especially that morning, but watching Dakota spread his sweet lips around the head of my cock had wiped the record clean of all the day’s missteps and disappointments.

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