Page 76 of Needing Your Love
Sean snorted a laugh. “Can’t keep from getting into trouble, huh?”
“It’s what I do best.”
“I have a feeling this means I need to stop putting off deleting your profile from Elite’s site.”
I wanted to be sorry but couldn’t find an ounce of regret in my heart for following the winds of change. “I’m done with my whorish days,” I said, and Sean snorted again minus the laugh.
“Nothing wrong with sex work.”
“Never said there was, but I’m ready to move on.” From Dad’s voice, from the trauma of my past, from the insecurities that had held me back for far too many years.
“We’ll miss you, Jimmy, but I get it. If you ever decide you want to return…”
“Thanks, Sean. You guys were family when I didn’t have any.”
He was quiet a moment. “Take care of yourself, Jimmy, and if you’re ever in Boston again, let me and the boys know.”
“Will do.” I hung up a few seconds later, soaking in the stillness of Sutton’s home. Peace lay like a weighted blanket, as comforting as his presence even though he wasn’t here. That whim and daydream had brought me home, and I was ready for my new beginning to unfold. I closed my eyes, exhaling until my lungs emptied completely.
The sound of the front door unlocking pulled me from sleep, and I rubbed my eyes, cursing beneath my breath.
I wouldn’t make it to Sutton’s bed where he’d requested I be without him seeing me hightail it from the living room.
So much for being a good boy.
Sudden inspiration had me shifting onto my belly, yanking his shirt up to my waist, leaving my ass bare, one foot hanging over the couch’s arm so he wouldn’t miss me. Hands beneath my head, I feigned sleep, my pulse thrumming like mad in my ears.
Keys clinked while being hung up.
Shoes dropped.
Soft footfalls started toward the stairs but paused.
“Jimmy?” Sutton called quietly, and I held my breath, trying to stop my eyelids from fluttering. He approached on near silent feet, and I felt rather than saw him round the couch by my feet. “Fuck,” he murmured, and I heard what sounded like his palm rubbing over whiskers.
I struggled to contain my smile.
“Little devil,” he whispered, running cool palms up the backs of my thighs, causing goose bumps to rise. He bit my ass cheek, and I yelped, flinching. One hefty swat on my other cheek had me jolting the opposite way.
Sutton stood beside me, yanking at his belt buckle—ripping the leather free from his slacks. Heat radiated from his narrowed eyes, and my backside clenched with need. Would he use the belt on my ass? I wouldn’t mind more handprints, but?—
He tossed it aside, thank fuck, and I licked over my lower lip, staring as he shoved his pants and briefs to the floor. His hard dick bobbed up to slap against his belly, and I moaned, my fingers twitching to grab him.
“You teased me all day long.”
“You asked for it,” I whispered as he worked his shaft, pulling upward to bead wetness at the tip.
He hummed agreement, smearing the slickness down his length.
“Can I suck you?” I begged, offering him my best puppy eyes and pout.
His gaze narrowed but not with annoyance over my being coy. “Do you want it or need it?”
“Need,” I rushed to say.
Chuckling, Sutton sat beside me, spreading his thighs wide. “Get me good and wet, boy, then settle that pert peach of an ass over my dick where it belongs.”
I scrambled to obey, dropping to the floor, salivating and so damned empty I whimpered.
