Page 37 of What A Croc
Gazing down at his cock pointed up at me, my mouth watered. I wanted to taste him. Wanted to wrap my lips around his wide head and suck until his tip hit the back of my throat. I wanted to gag on him, wanted him to make tears run from my eyes, and saliva to drip down my chin. I wanted to taste his cum splashing my throat, and to lick up every last drop of his salty essence.
“Jackson,” I whimpered, dropping to my knees in front of him. It wasn’t nearly as graceful as when he had done it, my knees creaking and reminding me of just how old I was, but I didn’t care. Being with Jackson made me forget my age. Made me forget the age difference between us. Made me forget that I was a father, a grandfather, a divorced middle-aged omega, too long in the tooth.
Jackson made me feel young, vital, and beautiful. He made me feel desired.
Breathing in his musky scent, I wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and stroked his thick length. Jackson moaned into the night, the sound loud, and it amped my own desire up a notch.
I did that. Me. I made this stunning alpha sound like that, with just one touch.
Taking a breath, I swirled my tongue over his tip, over his slit, tasting the salty bitterness of him. Jackson tangleda hand in my hair, tightly, tugging me closer with gentle pressure. He spread his legs, digging his toes in, and I sucked his spongy head into my mouth.
It had been a very, very long time since I’d had the pleasure of having a man’s cock in my mouth, but oh how I had missed it. Humming around the head, I swallowed, sliding more of his length down. Sucking, lapping, stroking became all I was focused on, the sounds Jackson made edging me on. My hole fluttered with each groan he made, slick flowing with each tug on my hair.
He let me have my way, setting my own pace, as I worked on taking him all the way into the dark, wet recesses of my mouth. Gagging when his tip hit the back of my throat, I backed off, tears streaming from my eyes.
“Robert,” Jackson moaned my name, stretching it out until it sounded like it had about four syllables in it. Grasping his ass with both my hands, I urged him forward, harder, faster. Until he was bucking into my mouth hard, fucking my face, battering my throat. And I loved every second of it.
The taste of him, the smell of him, the feel of him, the sounds he made, all of it had me wild with desire. I was fucking the air in front of me, not caring the my dick was sliding against his hair roughened thigh, leaving a stringy trail of precum in its wake.
Jackson yelled my name in warning, his hands gripping my hair tightly as his muscles tightened beneath my hands.He fucked once more into my mouth, his body rigid, as he yelled my name. Burning, bitter wetness flooded my mouth, making me choke, but I swallowed and swallowed, determined to not lose one drop of him.
Finally, I sat back on my knees, gazing up at him with dazed eyes, my tongue licking the last droplet off my chin where it tried to escape. Jackson fell to his knees, pulling me to his chest as I tried to gather air into my starving lungs. His hand wrapped around my cock, gripping me hard and fast, tugging and rubbing and sending me over the edge, his quick, heavy breaths in my ear.
I shattered against him, painting his abs with my cum, my vision going nearly white with the force of my release.
Caressing my face with both his hands, Jackson kissed me long and hard. Our tongues tangled, mixing the taste of us together.
Finally, we broke apart and began gathering our clothes. “You should rinse off,” I nodded towards my cum drying on his stomach.
Jackson pulled his shirt over his head. “I want to drive home with you on me.”
Wrinkling my nose at him, I zipped my jeans. “It’s going to itch.”
He shrugged. “Worth it.”
Grabbing my hand in his, we made our way back to the edge of my yard, breaking through the trees, kissing and giggling like two lovestruck teenagers.
“Evening Robert,” Becks’ deep voice called to us, making us jump. “Jackson.”
Walking deeper into the yard, I tried to tell myself I didn’t need to feel guilty about anything we had done.
“Sheriff,” Jackson nodded his head in greeting.
“Night Becks!” I called as my son-in-law climbed his porch steps.
“Jackson,” Becks turned to look at us, as we were almost to Jackson’s car. “Your shirt is on inside out. Might want to fix that before you head to pick up Aiden.” The big wolf winked, then slipped inside his house, shutting the door with a loud click.
Chapter Seventeen
Jackson
Juggling the bags of hot food I had picked up at the Main Street Diner in one hand, and a drink tray in the other, I smiled gratefully at the daycare’s receptionist as she hurried to open the door for me.
“Thank you.” I smiled my thanks at her, while getting a firmer grip on the bags.
She pulled the door firmly closed behind us, before heading back to her side of the large reception desk. “Aiden has told everyone you were bringing him lunch today. He’s so excited.”
“I’m glad I’m able to do it.” I couldn’t help from scanning the large open room for Robert, my eyes finding him in an instant. He was reading to a small group of children,Aiden included, who were all seated at his feet, listening to his soft voice intently.
