Page 55 of Mike's Assistant

Vanessa grinned. “Actually,” she grabbed one key from my hands. “The boys and I are going to grab dinner and explore. You and Jake have the night free. Enjoy.” And with that, she rushed toward the boys and corralled them out the door before Jake, or I, could form a word.

I looked back at Jake, and a faint blush tinted his cheeks. So, this was what he was planning. “I guess it’s just us for the night. What do you say we relax and maybe order some room service?”

“That sounds great.”

I placed my hand on the small of Jake’s back and guided him down the halls, only stopping to look at the variety of animals along the way. The place was beautiful, with splashes of yellow and orange and African art adorning the walls.

Entering the suite was another level of class and wonder. It had a large family area with soft-looking couches, a full kitchen to one side, and a balcony on the other. Jake stepped to the sliding glass doors, and I was awed by the picturesque view of the fields and animals.

“You’re not going to want to shift and chase the antelope, are you?” Jake leaned in and whispered.

I burst into loud, unadulterated laughter. “As amusing and fun as that sounds, I think I can control myself and my lion,” I said, even though my lion really liked the idea and was pacing in my mind.

I reached out and pulled Jake into my embrace. “I love you,” I said before I could stop myself. I hadn’t intended to tell him like this. The words had just slipped out.

Jake leaned back, and he stared up at me with an expression that I was sure mirrored mine. His mouth hung open, and his eyes were wide. “Y-you love me?”

I sobered quickly and nodded, touching his cheek with my hand. “Yes, Jake. We said we’d take things slow, but I’ve fallen for you hard. I love you.”

I held my breath as I waited for Jake to speak. Did I mess up? Fuck, I rushed again. The weight of my confession hung in the air between us.

Jake's lips twitched upwards, his words a balm to my anxieties. "Good. Because I love you, Michael Doy."

Without thinking, I leaned down, wrapped my arms around Jake's waist, and lifted him off his feet. His laugh, surprised and musical, filled the room as I rushed us toward the bedroom.

"Mike!" he gasped, clutching my shoulders, but his eyes sparkled excitedly.

I sped through the door and laid him on the big king-sized bed. He stared up at me with a grin on his face. I could see the love shining in his eyes. Leaning down, I kissed his lips.

Jake moaned, pressing deeper into the kiss, fueling my hunger further. Inside, my lion roared, urging me on. My hands roamed over Jake’s skin, relishing the feel, while he buried his fingers in my hair, pulling me closer.

Pulling back slightly, breathless, I tugged on his shirt. “Off,” was the only word I could say.

His eyebrows furrowed in playful confusion. "What?"

I rose, whipping off my shirt before saying, “Clothes off. Now. Before I rip them off.” I could barely string together a sentence as my lion pushed me to claim our mate. He wanted to own him and become one with him. Thankfully, we were of the same mind. I desired all of Jake.

Jake’s eyes widened before quickly throwing off his shirt and unbuckling his jeans. His hands stilled, and his gaze locked on mine as I slid down my pants. My cock was painfully hard, bouncing in the air and leaking.

I stroked my shaft a few times as I watched Jake continue to slide his jeans down. His dick was equally hard. I wanted to taste him, but it seemed Jake was thinking the same. He twirled around and took my shaft down his throat. I cried out in ecstasy, my cock sliding deeper into his mouth.

“Fuck, Jake…. Yes,” I panted as he slowly bobbed up and down.

Adding his hand to the action, I couldn’t help but thrust my hips in rhythm to his motion. My orgasm ricocheted through me, but I didn’t want to come like this. I wanted, no, I needed to be inside him.

Suddenly, I pushed Jake, and he fell onto his back, surprise clear in his eyes. But now it was my turn. Leaning in, I licked the length of his erection, the velvety texture under my tongue driving me wild. I savored the hint of his taste, taking him into my mouth, desperate to coax out more of that intoxicating flavor.

“Oh God, Mike,” Jake cried out. Encouraged, I intensified my movements, mirroring the rhythm he'd set earlier. He tried to move, to thrust up, but I pinned his hips down, reveling in the power I had over him at this moment.

I licked his sensitive head. “You ready for more, baby?”

His eyes, heavy with lust, met mine as he nodded, the anticipation palpable between us. Grinning, I resumed my path downwards, exploring further. Lifting his legs, I spread his cheeks and revealed his rosette. I couldn’t help but take a taste. I moaned, eating his ass; he tasted divine.

My tongue slid over his tight ring, probing and breaching his hole. Jake arched at every lick, and I grinned. I knew what could make him cry out even more. Adding my finger to the mix was just the ticket. Jake cried out in pleasure as slipped in my digit.

I added another and another, and soon I had three fingers inside him, stretching him, preparing him. I couldn’t wait anymore, and I pulled away.

“No!” Jake yelled. “What are you doing?”

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