Page 39 of Needing Your Love
My throat went tight—if he only knew the truth about where my money had come from, he wouldn’t think so highly of me.
Me:Careful, daddy. Words like that will make me believe I have a chance at getting into your bed rather than the old jail cell cot.
So much for that change of plans. Deflection and not being able to accept a compliment to the rescue. Even though I was disappointed with what my fingers had typed out, I held my breath, imagining his cocked eyebrow and the unspoken threat of putting me in my place.
Yes, please.
The cell rang, scaring the shit out of me, and I shrieked, fumbling with shaking hands to keep from dropping it. I swiped to answer.
“Donotcall me that,” Sutton ordered with his sexy cop voice before I could say hello.
I took a deep breath to steady my nerves. “But you play the role so well,” I murmured, my pulse thrumming as I lay back, my dick going from semi to granite. “And I gotta admit—I’m struggling to be the good boy you want me to be.”
“Jimmy.” His tone lowered, full of warning.
Unfortunately, I’d had enough vulnerability for the day and went the easy route. I slid my hand beneath my lace panties to fondle my balls that were creeping up against my groin. “Hmm?”
Silence settled between us as I stroked myself a few times, my breaths growing intentionally louder and shallow. Neither of us spoke, but I could sense the sexual energy rippling through the connection between our ears. I had to believe he’d meant for this to happen—why else would he call me rather than text me to knock it off?
“Sutton?” I breathed his name.
“Yeah, Jimmy?” He sounded on edge but without the usual guardedness—or resignation. He wanted this as much as I did.
I put him on speaker so I had both hands to give me what I needed. A pearl of pre-cum welled at my slit, and I smeared the slickness over my cockhead with a soft whimper. “Feels so damned good,” I whispered.
“Are you touching yourself right now?” Sutton’s tone hinted at the same desire racing through my blood, and I had more honesty for him as greediness rose up inside me, choking me with its potency.
“I always touch myself when I’m thinking about you,” I admitted, my heart racing and voice shaking. “You’re my favorite distraction, my ultimate fantasy—but it’s never enough.”
His low curse reached over the line and sent shivers down my spine.
“Ineedyou, Sutton,” I begged, my voice breaking from sheer desperation as I fucked up into my fist. “Tell me what to do.Please.”
“Goddammit.” He hissed a few more curses, and I moaned. “Are you wet for me?” he asked, his voice ragged and sexy as fuck.
“Always,” I whimpered as more pre-cum slid down my length, my chest fluttering with the wings of a million butterflies. “Hard andaching.”
“Is your hole needy too, baby boy?”
“Oh, Jesus—fuck, Sutton.” I gulped, body curling inward as my stomach tightened. “You’re going to make me come.”
“Pinch your tip—now,” he demanded, and I did as told, cursing him for interrupting the climax of the century. “Jimmy?”
“I—I stopped myself.” I gasped, shuddering and wincing over the ache in my balls.
“Good boy.”
“Shit.” I choked on a laugh while yanking down on my firm sac. “You can’t say those words when you aren’t in front of me.Makes me lust to fall to my knees and worship your dick, Sutton. Goddamn, I want your cock on my tongue. Your cum coating the back of my throat and filling my belly.”
A low growl filled my ear, and shivers raised the hairs on my skin. My eyelids slammed shut as my mind went on a fantasy bender, living out in color where he was and what he did.
“Are you touching your dick?” I asked, praying like hell he was.
He grunted as I imagined his strong grip on his thick length. “Yes.”
Curses spilled from my lips at his admission of desire, and I had to squeeze the base of my dick. “Sutton…”
“Slow but firm strokes, Jimmy. Edge yourself for me.”
