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Dexter would be ripping mad over thoughts of another guy touching Cole—and they weren’t even fucking.
Or maybe they were. Who the hell knew where they’d gotten to last night.
“Hungry, baby?” I asked, soothing a hand along the curve of his spine.
“Mmm. Yeah, I think so.” He wiggled from my grasp and shifted deeper beneath the comforter, intent on my cock.
He swallowed me whole, taking my dick down to the root.
“Jesus, Jimmy.” I groaned, clutching at his hair. “I’d meant food—breakfast. Eggs and bacon. Pancakes or waffles—whatever you want.”
“Mmm,” he hummed before popping off. “Right now, I want this juicy cock.”
I gave over to his lead and let him edge the ever-loving shit out of me before I filled up his belly with my cum.
Chapter 28
Jimmy
We spent all day Sunday in Sutton’s bed, learning each other’s bodies and partaking in the fuck fest of a lifetime. He’d promised stamina, and he didn’t lie. The man had control like none I’d met before, wearing me out so I slept through the night.
Monday, he called off work, and although we rested more than messed around, I’d never felt more fulfilled in my life.
Boston became a blur in my past, and Dad’s usual negative whispers never once roused in my head.
While I didn’t believe in magical dicks that could heal a man’s trauma, Sutton’s proved to be pretty damn close.
I blinked my eyes open to sunlight peeping over the horizon through Sutton’s bedroom window. The warmth of his chest against my back and his possessive arms clutching me close kept me lax and lazy even though my bladder urged me to move. Sighing, I snuggled against him, wiggling my hips the slightest bit to rouse his morning wood.
“Minx,” he muttered sleepily, his breath hot in my hair. But, he ground against me, his cock thickening between my thighs.
He’d already warned me he had to go into the office this morning, and he’d insisted I stay put. He wanted me to be thefirst thing he saw when he walked in after his shift, so who was I to argue?
He groaned while nuzzling my hair and slowly thrusting his uncut cock over my taint and balls. “Mmm,” he hummed and tweaked at my nipples. “Need to wake up like this every morning.”
My heart fluttered, and my eyes stung. Yet another suggestive comment that he hoped this for real—for good. “Want to fuck my hole, Chief?” I asked, tone breathy.
“Don’t have lube on hand. Don’t feel like rolling away from you to get it either.” He rubbed between my thighs, and I squeezed them, giving him more friction.
“Too much?”
“No. Fucking hell, baby.” He squeezed me tighter. “Wrap your soft hand around your cock—get yourself off with me.”
I did as told, a shudder rippling through me at his whispered, “Good boy.”
We stroked together, but I needed wetness to get me there. I spat on my palm and reached between my thighs to give Sutton more than his pre-cum to ease his thrusts. Spat again so fucking my hand wouldn’t chafe.
“Yes,” I hissed, angling my head to reach his mouth, morning breath be damned.
Our tongues tangled in a messy kiss, and I curled an arm behind him, holding onto him as tightly as he did to me.
Pre-cum leaked from my slit, making for an even easier glide over my hard flesh, and Sutton’s persistent poking over my piercing and along my balls caused my eyes to roll.
“Gonna come, Sutton—fuck, you know just how to stroke me.”
He hummed his agreement, sliding his hand up my torso to pluck at one of my nipple rings.
“Fuck!” I bowed, cum shooting from my shaft, spurting over the sheets.
