Page 41 of Needing Your Love
Chapter 17
Sutton
Jimmy told me he needed me, and I fucking caved, having phone sex for the first time in my forty-three years.
Why the fuck had I called him? I’d told myself not to do it while hitting send rather than reply via text. Cursed myself the second he’d answered, but his voice had lacked the usual low coyness. He’d sounded…real. Walls down. Vulnerable in his desire.
Exactly as I yearned for him to be with me.
It’d been a long two days since that night I’d denied myself an orgasm, my grip tight as a vise on my throbbing cock’s base. I refused to rub one out to thoughts of Jimmy on his knees for me. Letting him into my fantasies might as well be offering him the key to my heart.
Couldn’t fucking do it. Didn’t trust myself or him, no matter the evidence he’d grown up while away from home.
But a part of me whispered I saved my load for the day I lost the battle with temptation and Jimmy peered up at me from where my cock lodged in his throat, his eyes watering and begging me to give him what he needed—a belly full of cum.
My cell dinged for the third time since I’d gotten into the office on Tuesday morning, and same as every notification, ashot of adrenaline caused blood to rush to my groin where my cock already lay half-hard against my thigh.
“Damn him,” I muttered, unable to help myself from opening up the one-sided thread of texts Jimmy had been sending me since I’d talked him through his orgasm.
He’d included a picture of cum-covered fingers teasing his extended tongue with its metal bar.
“Jesus,” I croaked, having to squeeze my junk again.
Not even Darla’s daily voicemail had deflated my dick fully. The woman ought to take a hint and leave me the hell alone. Hadn’t she learned that I wouldn’t be manipulated again into putting her needs above my own?
There was that damned word.
My gaze flicked up to the two previous images the neediest person I’d met had sent—Jimmy’s hard, pink cock with its dribble of pre-cum oozing down its length, and a close-up of sticky white stripes over his taut stomach and the belly piercing I lusted to lick along with the one in his taint he’d admitted to having.
The boy was such a delicious distraction.
My dick throbbed, and I rubbed a hand over my face but couldn’t keep from staring at his wet tongue. Plump lips about to close over his cum-soaked fingers to suck them clean. Memories of his whimpers and moans while finding release over the phone with me flooded my mind, causing my cock to buck in the confines of my uniform pants.
“Christ.” I swallowed hard, shut my cell off, and slammed it face down atop my desk.
A knock sounded on my office door, and Officer Jones poked his head in before I could get a hold on myself. My face had to be beet-fucking-red as I shifted on my chair.
“Hey, Chief—thanks for helping my wife with the flat tire this morning.”
I cleared my throat, glad to have something else to focus on other than the blueness of my balls. “Glad I happened to be driving behind her when she hit that pothole.”
He grinned, seeming completely unaware of my unease and embarrassment. A detective, he would never make with his lack of suspicion. “She told me the boys called you a superhero.”
I chuckled over the memory of all four little noses of the Jones kids pressing against the passenger side windows while I’d switched out the car’s tire for its spare.
“Pippen Creek would be lost without its oak,” Officer Jones claimed before giving me a two-fingered salute and quietly shutting my door again.
My gaze flitted toward my window overlooking Main Street, and I watched vehicles and people passing by. It wasn’t the first time I’d been compared to a towering, strong tree.
Talk about a facade.
I snorted, shaking my head.
Everyonewore a fucking mask. No one made it through life without secret fears, weaknesses, and suspicions that kept them from truly living.
My main reason for squashing the desires deep inside me sauntered past my window, but the rising sun, without doubt, hid me from his curious, searching eyes. Jimmy wore tight jeans and a hoodie, his pale hair a rumpled mess. A flush highlighted his cheekbones from his recent release, a soft curve lifting his lips as though knowing what he’d done to me and finding complete satisfaction in driving me insane.
He stole my goddamned breath and disappeared from sight.
