Page 39 of The Enforcer

Three and a half hours later, I’m pulling my chopper into my driveway, exhausted as fuck. I may not have driven, but sitting in the car for hours is tiring as fuck. Add to it that I’m not sleeping? Yeah, I need some rest.

As I lower my kick stand, I look up at the house I grew up in when me and dad moved to Mellbind. I’ve renovated it and slapped a new coat of paint on it, but it’s still the bare bones of my childhood home. Would Shane be happy here? He likes spending time here and since Rax’s father moved away over thirty years ago, there are no drug users in the vicinity. It’s the idyllic suburban neighborhood. It’s not fancy like his condo, with its sleek lines, high ceilings and concierge, but it’s comfortable and homey.

If I ask him to move in, will he want to stay here or want me to move to his pretentious condo? I would if he really wanted me to, but that place isn’t who I am. Hell, I don’t think it’s who Shane is. His walls are still bare, there are no decorations to speak of and the place looks clinical rather than lived in. It has no personality even though Shane has personality in spades. I think he lives there because it’s expected of him. If he didn’t worry what anyone thought of him, would he want to move into my spacious, but very plain house?

I push that from my mind. Shane has enough to worry about with his cases and his tentative promotion. I can broach the subject of moving in when he isn’t so fucking tired all the time.

Once inside, I strip off my clothes and hop in the shower, washing the road off me. After I’m clean, I wrap a towel around my waist and walk to my room, pulling out a pair of sweatpants. I don’t usually waste time with underwear—I only wear them when we’re taking long rides.

Before I slide my sweatpants on, I smile and open my camera app. Grabbing my cock, I stroke it a few times—while thinking about Shane’s tight ass—until it’s hard and precum leaks from my tip. Once I’m stiff enough to split a diamond, I take a pic. I send it to Shane, pulling my pants on when the whooshing sound indicates my message was delivered.

I smile at the ping of incoming text messages. I take my time answering, wanting Shane to sweat just a little. Walking around the house, I turn off all the lights and make sure my doors are locked and my alarm is set. Then I tuck myself in bed, pulling my blankets up to my chest. Once I’m relaxed, I grab my phone.

When I open the text, my mouth runs dry. It’s a photo of Shane, sitting on his couch, his pants undone and his hard cock filling my screen.

Fuck me. I thought I would tease him while he was hard at work, not expecting to get teased back.

I glance at the time on my phone screen and see it’s almost ten pm. Probably alone in his office, which is why he decided to pull his dick out.

Under his picture is just one word. Video?

Fuck yes.

I don’t message him back; just shove the blanket and my pants down. My dick slaps against my belly, throbbing with need. It’s childish for two almost forty-year-old men to send videos of themselves jerking off, but I don’t give a fuck, I want Shane anyway I can get him.

Before I get started, I set up my phone to get a good angle. I want to make sure he can see everything. Once the video is running, I drizzle lube on my hand and palm my cock. My back arches at the intensity of the feeling. Closing my eyes, I think of Shane—how his lips feel on mine, how he looks on his knees in front of me, how his ass feels around my dick.

I groan, fucking into my palm, the squelching sound of my fist moving over skin filling the room. My hips move of their own accord, thrusting up as my hand moves down.

Words fly from my lips as I tighten my fist, squeezing my cockhead. “I can’t wait for you to touch me like this. I want to feel your hand around me. Your mouth, your ass. Fuck, Shane.” My back arches, the images in my head turning me on more and more. “When I get you alone, I’m going to fuck you so good, my cock will be imprinted inside you.” Images of his plump ass bouncing on my dick has my spine tingling and my balls drawing up tight. It’s my only warning before I’m spilling over my fist. “God, I’m coming.”

My hips spasm and I bark my release, jets of cum shooting out of me and painting my belly. I keep stroking, milking myself of my dry, wanting Shane to see it all.

Once I’m drained, I drop my hand into the mess on my chest, dragging a finger through it before I stop the video.

I send it off, then go clean myself up.

About fifteen minutes later, I get a video back. As I open it, I wonder if it’s possible to get it up again because I know any video Shane sent will be hot as fuck.

What do you know, it’s possible to get hard less than thirty minutes after coming like a geyser at my age. Shane fills the screen, his pants, shoes, and socks off. His leg is poised on the table and he’s slouching on the couch, that perfect hole showing. My mouth waters with the need to taste him. Once I get him alone again, I’m going to dine on his ass like a man starved.

When I play the video, I watch as Shane looks directly into the camera and slides two fingers of his free hand into his mouth as he slowly strokes his cock. When they’re soaked, he pulls them free, his fingers dancing down his body, past his balls and to his edible hole. His fingers circle his entrance, his breath catching when he slides the tip of his index finger inside.

“Fuck,” we both groan, Shane’s hot voice echoing through the speaker. He presses first one, then both fingers in to the hilt and I’m fucking mesmerized.

While I watch Shane finger himself and jerk his cock, I pull mine out, the rigid length twitching in my hand. There’s enough precum leaking that I don’t have to fuck around with lube.

“Zeke, fuck, I can’t wait to feel you inside me again,” he moans, his hand moving faster on his dick and his fingers sliding in and out of his pucker. “My fingers aren’t nearly enough.” He grunts deep in his chest, his hips circling as he gets himself off. “God, I need you. You want to fuck this tight hole?” I groan as I listen to his sexy voice saying filthy things to me as I jerk myself faster.

“When I get you alone,” Shane babbles on a moan, “I’m going to make you feel so good. So … so … oh God!”

Shane’s orgasm is long and hard, his body shuddering as he shoots his load. I watch, moving my hand quickly over my cock, wanting to get to the finish line as I watch Shane in the throes of his release. My hand is a blur as I zone in on Shane’s face as he rides out his climax. He’s fucking beautiful, his expression serene as he pulls the last drop. Then I’m exploding, soaking my bed as I come just as hard as before, though not nearly as much.

I slump back on the bed, breathing heavily. My wet hand lands on my chest while I try to get my heart rate under control.

Blindly reaching for my phone, I pull up the thread for me and Shane. When my fingers start working again, I send him a message.

Me: When I see you next, that ass is mine.

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