Page 16 of The Keeper

Seth rolled onto his stomach, and the sheets created a delicious friction against his erection. Speaking of miracles. How he’d resisted jerking off when Rueben moaned and whimpered his way through inserting the plug was beyond him. He’d woken several times through the night, aching and hornier than he’d ever been in his life. A whiny, desperate voice had pleaded that Rueben wouldn’t know if Seth stroked himself off to take the edge off. Maybe so, but he’d know, and that’s what mattered. One could question where his stalwart commitment to his constituents had gone. Seth played a very dangerous game with Rueben, but he couldn’t work up the energy to care. The few hours they carved for each other breathed new life into him, and Seth’s joy withered at just the thought of losing their connection again. Instead of harping on all the reasons he shouldn’t talk to Rueben, Seth had focused on not giving anyone cause to look at his phone records. And he’d even suggested that Reuben should periodically swap out burner phones to prevent the same number from showing up in Seth’s records. That was the moment he realized he’d crossed the point of no return, and Seth struggled to meet his reflection in the mirror. The shame only lasted until their next phone call, and his selfishness took over. They weren’t doing anything wrong. They weren’t discussing the case or plotting to frame innocent people. Seth and Rueben were too busy falling in lo—

Nope. Huh-uh. He wasn’t ready to go there yet. They were too busy falling in lust to chat about upcoming trials and potential testimony. Seth shifted slightly in bed and nearly spilled his load on the sheets. He rolled onto his back, snagged his phone off the nightstand, and dialed Rueben, who answered with a needy moan.

“Thank fuck. I’m dying here.”

Seth focused immediately on Rueben’s needs and forgot about his own. “I’m here, baby.” Unfortunately for Rueben, Seth got off on delayed gratification, so immediate relief was not on his horizon. “Is the plug still in your snug little ass?”

Sheets rustled, and Rueben’s whimpers stoked a fire low in Seth’s belly. “Yes,” Rue whispered. “It massages my prostate every time I move. It’s kept me hard and wanting all damn night.”

Seth chuckled darkly. “Sounds like you moved around a lot. Did you jerk off?”

“No. I promised I wouldn’t. Did you?”

“No. I promised I wouldn’t,” Seth repeated.

Rueben’s sigh was the sweetest thing Seth had ever heard. “Let’s get off together right now.”

“Not so fast,” Seth said, firming his voice. “I’m going to draw out your pleasure until you can’t take it anymore.”

“Already there, sexy.” More rustling came through the phone, and Rueben moaned.

“Are you touching yourself?”

Rueben’s answering moan sent a trail of fire shooting down Seth’s spine to settle in his balls. “I’m clenching and unclenching my hole, and the plug pegs my prostate each time. I could come just from this.”

“I wish I was there to lick around the base of your toy.”

“Yes,” Rueben moaned.

“Slick a finger and circle your hole,” Seth instructed. “Pretend it’s my tongue.”

Seth knew the moment Rue obeyed the order because his breath hitched before coming faster. Rueben’s skin would be warm, maybe even damp from a slight sheen of sweat. Seth could picture and feel it so vividly he expected to find Rueben in the bed beside him. He didn’t want to think about the pressure in his chest when his hand touched cool sheets instead of a warm, slick body. Seth was reluctant to acknowledge just how much these stolen moments meant to him. It would only make the wanting that much stronger, and his yearning was already powerful enough to take down an elephant. It was safer to focus on the sexual stimulation than the sweet little heart pangs Rueben’s laughter gave him.

“Make me come. Please.” Rueben’s thready whisper was nearly Seth’s undoing.

“Soon, baby.”

Seth slid his hand under the sheet and trailed his fingers up and down his shaft, keeping his touch light and avoiding his super-sensitive frenulum. Reuben could make him come with just a tongue massage there and very little or no sucking at all. He was adventurous and curious, which encouraged Seth to be the same way. He’d learned that giving pleasure was even more arousing than receiving it. Seth preferred to work Rueben up to a long, slow climax. He closed his eyes and pictured the myriad of expressions that crossed Rueben’s face during the stages of rapture. And he was so damn vocal, something Seth never imagined he’d like. Rueben used tone and pitch to cajole, command, and cry out whenever a climax swept him away. Seth bit his lip to keep from making a sound that would give his activities away. He wanted all the focus on pleasuring Rueben.

“Are you touching yourself?” Rueben’s voice was soft and silky, and he pictured the smug smile playing on his lips.

“How’d you know?”

“Your breathing changed.” Rueben inhaled deeply. “I love how responsive your body is and how you give yourself to me freely and without fear.” The sheets rustled again, and Rue cried out softly.

“Are you getting off on thoughts of pleasuring me?”

“Yes,” Rueben admitted. “And so are you.”

Seth fisted his cock and worked it in slow strokes. “I wish I could see you. And kiss you.” Pleasure had never tasted sweeter or been stickier than with Rueben. Seth had always been a fastidious lover until Rueben came along and showed him just how beautiful messy could be. “I want to get stuck to you because we waited too long to clean up.” Another craving that straddled the fence between the physical and emotional yearnings.

Rueben whined softly. “I love the weight of your body pushing me into the mattress.” His voice broke, and his breathing got heavier.

“Can you come without touching your cock?”

“Easily,” Rueben said.

“Describe what you’re doing. Make me feel like I’m lying in bed beside you.”

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