Page 75 of Needing Your Love
“Jesus, boy.” Sutton thrust hard and held still, his shaft pulsing, wetness soaking my balls. “So good…why is this so goddamnedgood?” He shuddered, and we clung to each other as our hearts slowed.
Sutton shifted away first, and I lay like a limp noodle sprawled out on his mattress while he retrieved a warm, wet cloth. He cared for me with tenderness, ridding my skin of sticky cum. “I hate having to leave.”
I nodded and sat as he headed for his closet.
Drawing my knees to my chest, I stared as Sutton slowly covered his body with briefs, his uniform, and eventually his belt, holster, and badge.
He was the epitome of strength, a champion worthy of worship.
I love you.
Finished, Sutton turned to face me, and I swallowed down the words wanting to escape my lips. His hazel eyes flitted over my body atop dirtied sheets, but he didn’t speak. Didn’t move.
“What are you doing?” I asked when the silence grew too heavy.
“Memorizing the sight of you in my bed so I have something to look forward to returning to.”
Heat singed my skin, and I flicked my tongue over my lower lip.
He hissed, narrowing his eyes. “Don’t tempt me, Jimmy.”
“But—”
Sutton held up his hand, chin lifting. “Be a good boy for me.”
“Can I touch myself when I get lonely five minutes from now?”
A low curse caused me to bite back a smirk.
“Yes, but no coming,” Sutton stated in his chief’s voice as he turned for the door. He paused, glancing over his shoulder, the desire in his warm gaze causing my dick to twitch. “And send me pics. Want to see how needy you are for me all day long.”
Groaning, I slumped to my side, cursing as he walked away.
Was this my life now?
I star-fished, avoiding the damp spots from earlier, giddiness making my chest flutter.
Never before had I wished to be a pillow princess, but if Sutton insisted I stay put, edge myself for him, and welcome him home with a stretched and needy hole, I was game.
I showered and toyed with my ass, getting a pic of two fingers shoved as deep as they would go. Breakfast came next where I took a teasing picture of me licking a sausage link. Then I switched out the sheets and sprawled atop the clean ones to get a full-body image, my cock leaking a droplet of fluid toward my belly button ring.
Sutton never responded, but I could imagine the curses he spilled from his lips whenever his cell dinged with an incoming photo.
I kept at it all day, making myself at home in his house but not going so far as to be nosy and search through every drawer like I really wanted to do.
By late afternoon, I’d grown bored and curled on the couch, cell in hand, scrolling through social media I rarely visited. I wore one of Sutton’s button-down shirts and nothing else.
An old image of the Elite gang slid through my feed, and I realized I hadn’t checked in with Sean, my former boss, in far too long. When I’d left, he’d told me to keep in touch even if I didn’t change my mind about returning to work for him and his brother.
I pulled up his number and settled into the couch.
“Jimmy!”
“Hey, Sean.”
“How are things?” he asked, his tone happy as always. “Still up north?”
“Yeah. the chief of police isn’t going to let me leave anytime soon.” Wishful thinking perhaps, but a boy could hope.
