Full Disclosure

by Sean Michael

  Samuel headed back to his office, Red Bull in one hand, a case file to review in the other.

  Jarrod looked up from his desk as he approached and stood, a folder in hand, following him into his office. "Hey, boss."

  "Hey. How's the work on the Walker case going?" He left the door open.

  "I've got the papers ready to file. They just need your signature." Jarrod closed the door.

  "Fine." He looked them over, signed them. "Is there anything else?"

  "You tell me. It's been days. Your ass has to be pale."

  "This is inappropriate." Wildly so. Delicious.

  Jarrod grinned--it wasn't nasty or anything, more like they were sharing a joke. "Isn't that part of the charm?"

  "Mmm." He went for noncommittal. "You must need to go have supper."

  "Are you trying to wine and dine me?" Why did everything that came out of Jarrod's mouth sound sexual?

  "No. Just giving you the evening off."

  "Excellent, that means we're free to spend it together." Jarrod was simply the most determined man on earth. "Come on, Sammy. Take me out somewhere quiet and expensive."

  "Quiet and..." He blinked. Where would he take Jarrod? Where on earth? "I don't have any reservations."

  "Are you telling me an influential man like you can't get a table somewhere on short notice? I don't believe that." Jarrod stalked toward him.

  He backed up. "Influential? Me? I'm a lawyer, man." Not a fucking senator.

  "Then take me home, Sammy. And I'll bend you over your mattress this time."

  "I..."

  Jarrod came closer. "Come on. I've got a plug for you, a razor for your pubes. A paddle for that pretty ass."

  Samuel's knees went weak.

  "Let's quit pussyfooting around. We both know that we want it."

  "One night," Samuel said. "One night and then the office is off limits."

  "You think you can hold to that, boss-man?" Jarrod came around and opened the second down desk drawer and there--in his drawer--was a plug, a paddle, the razor.

  "You... What are you..." Samuel stepped backward, heart racing.

  "I'm exactly what you need." Jarrod picked up the plug, long fingers caressing it.

  "This is my office!"

  "And I'm the man who makes your fantasies about it come true." Jarrod handed the plug over, pushing it into his hand.

  He pushed it back. The thing was fat, heavy.

  "You want it, don't you? You want me to shave you, fill you, paddle you and leave you here to work late into the night. And then you want me to come in here tomorrow morning, take out the plug and fuck you over your desk." Jarrod sounded so confident, like he knew exactly what he was talking about.

  "Get out." Samuel's balls ached.

  "I don't think so." Jarrod picked up the razor, nodded toward Samuel's private bathroom. "Don't make me drag you in there."

  "I'm not going to... We're at work!" God, this was crazy. So fucking hot.

  "So? Most people will be out of here within the hour. Besides, there's a lock on your door."

  His lips opened, closed, opened again.

  "If you keep doing that, I'm going to make you suck me off before we do anything else. So either drop to your knees or head for the bathroom. Choice is yours."

  "You're crazy." He was going to the bathroom. Going to go in and lock the door and jack off wildly.

  "No more than you are," murmured Jarrod, from right behind him--the man was following him into the can!

  "I'm going to the restroom!"

  "Just like I told you to."

  "You..." He turned from Jarrod, trying to catch his breath.

  Jarrod followed him right into the en suite, and closed the door, locked it, too. "Now there's no reason to worry about being interrupted."

  "Go away, man."

  "That's not what you really want, Sammy." Jarrod went over to the sink and began to run the hot water.

  "You don't know me."

  "I do, though." Jarrod ran the razor under hot water and grabbed the shaving cream. "Drop your pants, Sammy. I know you want this. And so do you."

  He shook his head, but his fingers worked his belt open.

  "Good job. Pants and underwear and then you can lean back against the counter." Jarrod took one of his washcloths, ran it under the hot water.

  "I'm not letting you shave me."

  Jerrod chuckled. "You so are. You're going to let me make you bare, even around your hole. Then I'm going to make you ride that fat plug and then blister your ass and you're going to come."

  His knees buckled.

  Jarrod was there to catch him, keeping him from getting anywhere near hitting the ground. That made it easy for Jarrod to lean him back against the counter, his dick hard, sticking out and pointing right at Jarrod.

  "You want it." Jarrod leaned down, took his cock in hand.

  "No."

  "Your mouth is lying. This"--Jarrod squeezed his cock hard--"isn't."

  Samuel went up on tiptoe, rocking into that firm touch. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.

  "See what happens when you let your body do the talking?" Jarrod gave him a few hard strokes, but then that hand was gone.

  Samuel grabbed the edge of the counter, his lips open, a deep groan sounding.

  "Much better position."

  Jarrod warmed the cloth under the hot water again and pressed it around the base of his cock, dampening his pubes.

  "This is insane." The heat made his eyes roll.

  "Bullshit. It's exactly what you want and you know it." The shaving cream was next, cold, almost shocking.

  "I..." He pushed up from the counter and Jarrod eased him back.

  "No moving now. I don't want to cut off anything important."

  "No. Don't cut me."

  Jarrod shook his head. "That's not the plan. You don't move, and we'll be fine."

  "I won't move."

  "Excellent." Jarrod grinned and knelt in front of him, razor right there next to his cock.

  He'd never. Never... Suddenly Samuel forgot how to even breathe.

  Jarrod moved slowly, carefully, each long stroke pulling away another row of his short and curlies. He squeezed his eyes closed, the world spinning. The scrape of the razor was louder with his eyes closed, and he could feel it more now, too.

  He'd lost his fucking mind. This was like a wet dream, like something out of a fantasy he told himself while he was stroking off every morning.

  When Jarrod was done, his fingers stroked over Samuel's skin, making him shiver and shake at the sensations.

  "I'm going to do your hole now. Turn around."

  He shook his head.

  Jarrod's hands landed on his hips and turned him. "Bend over."

  He bent, soft sounds bouncing around his lungs. Jarrod's foot knocked against his, pushing his legs farther apart. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, God.

  Jarrod's fingers spread his cheeks apart. The shaving cream was cold as it sprayed over his hole. He shook his head, ass cheeks clenching tight. Jarrod slapped his right ass cheek.

  "Fuck..." He growled deep in his chest. "Fuck..."

  "Let me in, Sammy." Another swat found him jumping, his body arching, bucking, and Jarrod spread him. "Don't move now, Sammy. Don't move."

  "Okay. Okay." God, he couldn't breathe.

  The razor scraped over his hole, over the skin around it, the back of his balls. He groaned, his abs burning, they were so tight.

  "Almost done, Sammy."

  Jarrod slid the razor over his skin a couple more times, and then spanked his right ass cheek. A sharp sound tore from him.

  "You've been very good, Sammy. You deserve a reward."

  He didn't know how to respond; all he could do was breathe. In. Out. In. Out.

  Two fingers slid over his hole, pushed against it. He stiffened, swallowing hard, over and over. The fingers disappeared and Jarrod smacked his ass again.

  "Stop..." He tried to pull away, but Jarrod's hand landed in the middle of his back.

  "Yo
u stay right there."

  "I..." He nodded, knees shaking.

  "Good. Very good, Sammy." Jarrod's fingers came back, opening him up.

  Sweat was pouring from him; his heart beat furiously.

  "Gonna open you up for the plug." Another finger joined the two inside him.

  A low keening filled the air, and it took a minute to realize the sound came from him.

  "I've got you, Sammy. Gonna give you what you need."

  "Please." Oh, God, he was burning inside.

  Jarrod's fingers spread, stretching him open. "Love it when you beg."

  All he could do was groan. He was so fucked.

  Those fingers slid away, and then it was Jarrod's prick, hot and hard, pressing into him.

  "Fuck, yes." His asshole clenched and he started moving, braced against the sink.

  Jarrod kept pushing, rocking into him until the hard cock pushed against his prostate. He went up on tiptoe, his head falling between his outstretched arms. Yes.

  Hands wrapping around his hips, Jarrod began to fuck him, each stroke rocking into him, touching that spot that made everything else fade away.

  "Oh. Oh." He moaned, hands sliding on the sink.

  "If we didn't need the condom I'd plug you with my seed still inside you."

  His entire body went tight, stiff, his balls hard.

  "You like the thought of that." Jarrod sounded smug. Or maybe just horny. Samuel couldn't really tell and, frankly, right now he didn't care.

  He loved the thought of that. Of that level of trust. One of Jarrod's hands slid around to his cock, wrapping it in strong fingers. Samuel groaned, went up on tiptoe, driving into the touch.

  "So needy, Sammy. You shouldn't deny yourself this."

  "Shh." No talking. Oh, God. So good.

  Jarrod chuckled. "So you can just pretend this is only a fantasy?"

  "God, yes."

  "It is, though, Sammy. It's your fantasy come true."

  He squeezed his eyes shut tight, kept moving, fucking himself, hunting his orgasm.

  Jarrod's fingers actually loosened. "You get to come when I say you do."

  "Fucker..." He was going out of his mind.

  "Well, yeah--I am fucking you, after all."

  Samuel actually laughed, honestly tickled.

  "Fuck, that's a great sound." Jarrod began to move faster again, pounding into him as the hand around his cock pulled hard.

  "Oh..." Samuel's head fell between his arms again, the room spinning.

  "You can come now, Sammy. Give it right up for me."

  "Yes..." He nodded, sucking in a breath to moan.

  "I said now!" Jarrod nailed his gland.

  Spunk shot from him, spraying over the sink, the counter.

  "That's better." Jarrod kept fucking him, each hit to his gland making his cock dribble a little more come from it.

  He groaned, balls aching a bit. Finally, Jarrod slammed in and froze, groaning as he filled the condom. All he could do was pant, his body full.

  Jarrod's forehead leaned on his back for a few moments, and then the man was pulling away, prick sliding out of him. He squeezed his eyes shut tight.

  "You don't want to watch as I plug you up, Sammy?"

  "No." God, no.

  "Then I think you should." Jarrod slapped at his ass.

  "Stop it!"

  "No." Jarrod's hand hit his left butt cheek.

  "Bastard!" His eyes flew open.

  He met Jarrod's eyes in the mirror, finding something wild and fierce in Jarrod's gaze. Insane. The man was insane and hot and fucking everything Samuel wanted.

  Jarrod grabbed his chin and turned his face. Their mouths smashed together in a hard kiss. He cried out, pushing into the kiss, needing it more than he needed to breathe. Jarrod's tongue invaded his mouth, slid over his teeth, teased his tongue.

  Samuel turned, pushing up against Jarrod's strength. When those strong hands grabbed his sore ass and squeezed, lifted, his legs wrapped around Jarrod's waist. Jarrod groaned, fingers squeezing his ass over and over.

  He wanted more. Now. All night. He grabbed hold, squeezed tight.

  Jarrod moaned against his lips. "Take me home with you."

  Samuel nodded. "Yes."

  "Good man." Jarrod put him down on his feet again, turned him almost gently. Then the plug was against his hole, pushing slowly in.

  He groaned, shivering, nerves on fire, again.

  "So fucking sexy, Sammy, with this plug spreading your ass." Jarrod's lips were hot, soft on the small of his back.

  The plug pushed in and in, stretching him wide at one point before it tapered down again. His hole snapped down around the base. He jerked forward, body bowing. Jarrod's hands stayed on his ass, his back, soothing him, helping him get used to the weight of the plug, the way it stretched him.

  Soon, though, Jarrod was handing him his slacks, keeping his briefs with a grin. "Let's go home, hmm?"

  "Yeah. Yeah, okay." He could do that.

  "I can drive," Jarrod suggested, straightening his own clothing.

  He nodded. That worked. He'd take Jarrod home, they'd fuck more, then he'd work through this shit. Handle it.

  Hell, maybe he'd just keep the beautiful son of a bitch as his own for a while.

  Chapter 5

  Jarrod followed Samuel's directions to his place, to the apartment they could see from the office window. He told himself he was doing this to see what he could find at Samuel's place, because the man's office was clean; he'd told his bosses Samuel was too smart to keep anything incriminating at the office. They'd told him that meant he needed to get an invite to Samuel's home, and here he was, on the way there.

  The truth was, he was going to search Sammy's place. He was going to search and he was going to prove that the man had nothing to do with any of this. Samuel wasn't the leak; Jarrod was sure of it. And it wasn't just because he was falling for Sammy. That just made him want to get the job done and over with as soon as possible.

  He pulled into the garage beneath the building and parked the car. It had been a quiet drive over, but he didn't think Sammy was going to balk on him.

  "Come on. The elevator's right here."

  Samuel slipped from the car, motions elegant, smooth. He followed, admiring that ass, knowing his plug was filling Samuel up.

  The elevator took them up to the twenty-first floor, moving fast, almost silently. He kept his eyes on Samuel instead of the numbers. Samuel was quiet, but not tense. It was as if Sammy had decided something in the bathroom.

  When they got out of the elevator, he slid his hand across Sammy's ass. He felt the muscles jump, tense. He patted, gave Sammy a quick grin.

  "I'm in 2100. Here in the corner."

  "Lead the way, boss-man."

  The building was swanky, but when Samuel opened the door, his condo was still mostly packed, messy. There was some furniture but very few personal items. Jarrod figured that had to be what was in all the boxes.

  "You need some help with your unpacking," Jarrod noted.

  "Yeah. It's just not a priority."

  "You should have asked your personal assistant." He waggled his eyebrows at Samuel.

  "You're not on the clock."

  "No, I'm not, am I?" He grabbed Samuel and tugged him in close.

  "No." Samuel came to him, hands wrapped around his waist. "No, we're not."

  "Perfect." He brought their mouths together, kissing Samuel hard.

  Samuel opened to him, let him in eagerly, easily. Eager Sammy was sexy in an entirely different way and Jarrod pushed him up against a wall, rubbing along the man's body. He could take his time now--biting and touching and licking and pinching.

  Samuel tasted delicious, a hint of his own flavor still within the man's mouth. He tugged at Sammy's clothes, eager to see the full package, completely naked. He wanted Sammy on a bed, spread and exposed for him, that newly shaved skin bared for him. He popped buttons as he pulled open Sammy's shirt, then he pushed it and the suit jacket off the man's s
houlders, letting them drop to the floor.

  "You, too," Samuel groaned, reaching for his shirt.

  "So undress me, Sammy. Make me naked. I know you want to see."

  "It's only fair." Samuel tugged his shirt up and off.

  Now they were both naked from the waist up--for the first time. Jarrod couldn't resist stopping and taking a look. Samuel's body was lean, muscles tight, rippling for him. He reached out and stroked the man's belly. Fuck, that was pretty.

  "You have tattoos." Samuel traced the lines of the ink on his chest. It felt good, having those fingers on him.

  "You should see the one on my leg." The dragon on his chest was fierce. The one on his thigh even more so.

  "Okay." Sammy grinned at him. "Let me see."

  "Sure. Take off my pants." He stopped for a second, smiled. "With your mouth."

  Sammy gave him a wide-eyed, shocked look. Someone had thought their dynamic would change here. Not happening.

  He raised an eyebrow. "Was I not clear?"

  "What? You were."

  "Well then, on your knees, Sammy."

  "I..."

  He put his hands on Sammy's shoulders and pushed. "You're earning a nice long spanking." Of course, Sammy would enjoy that, so it was more a reward than a punishment, but they'd both be getting off on it, so who cared about the semantics of it?

  "I'm not going to..." Sammy was beginning to panic again. It was delicious.

  "Then your punishment is going to be very long."

  Sammy shook his head, swallowing convulsively.

  He kept pushing, forcing Sammy to his knees. "One long spanking, after you get my pants off and you have your look."

  "No. No, there's already been two."

  "Then why are you pushing me?"

  "I'm not. I don't... This is fucked up."

  "This is exactly what you need, what you fantasize about." He knew that like he knew he needed to take another breath. What was more, Sammy knew it, too. He went down to his knees and looked into Samuel's eyes. "I'm going to turn you inside and out."

  "Why?" Samuel didn't shy away from him, letting him see the worry, the desire, the need. That trust was heady. It was one thing to give over his body, another for Samuel to be open with his deepest secrets.

  "Because I want to and because you want it, too."