Page 59 of Gunner

I had what I came to Riverton for. All good intentions of driving home at the crack of dawn flew right out the window the moment I’d woken up with my arms around him. While he sucked on my tongue, he cupped my neck with one hand and, with the other hand, palmed our dicks together loosely and moved on top of me.

Groaning, I grabbed his hips and pulled him down at the same time I punched up, meeting his thrusts. I felt like a fourteen-year-old horny Ben all over again, sneaking a guy into my bedroom with my parents both drunk across the hall. I’d been too scared to have penetrative sex then, still too timid to accept I was gay. All I’d allowed myself was to pull Dante Ricketts on top of me. With no finesse whatsoever and the intense need only a horny teen could muster, we’d ground against each other until we came together in our shorts.

“Gunner. Please—”

I wanted to come.

“Please what?”

“I need more.”

Gunner eased back from me and kneeled between my thighs. Abandoning his cock, he took mine in his hand, bent his head, and swallowed around me.

“Fuck!” I punched my hips up, stunned he’d gone down on me. He gripped my balls in a vise and squeezed them as he bobbed up and down my cock, taking every inch of me to the back of his throat.

“Oh god.”

I fisted the bed sheets.

A knock sounded on the door. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Panic slashed through me. Whoever was on the other side had better not push it open and walk in to witness my shame. My career-ending shame.

“Gunner.” I grabbed a fistful of his hair and tugged, but he kept slurping on my cock, sucking harder as though knowing someone was on the other side of the door only excited him more.

“The door. Someone’s at the—oh!”

He released my cock, spat on my hole, and sucked my cock back into his mouth. Two fingers entered my tender hole, shoving up against my prostate.

I smacked my fist into the bed and bit the insides of my cheeks to swallow my cry as I came.

In his mouth. While staring into those eyes that were as dark as night.

I fell back against the bed, and he released my cock with a soft plop.

He’s going to spit it out.

He rose over my body, slanted his lips against mine, and kissed me, emptying my release into my mouth. Still reeling from the shock, I swallowed.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“Chief Witter, it’s Captain Millwood.”

I shoved Gunner off me and scrambled off the bed. “Shit. Shit. Put clothes on.”

I found his clothes on the floor and tossed them at his head.

“All right, but I’m pretty sure he heard you holler my name as you came.”

“I didn’t—” I glared at his grinning face, took a deep breath, and let it out. “Can you please do what you’re told for once? This is my career we’re talking about here.”

“You think I want to ruin your career?”

“Prove it. Don’t mess this up for me.” I ran my hands through my hair, finger-combing it into some semblance of order. “Give me a minute, please,” I called. “Let me put some clothes on.”

“Don’t take your time.”

I dashed into the bathroom and got the taste of cum, sleep, and Gunner out of my mouth with mouthwash.

“Fuck.”

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