Page 37 of Seducing the Sheriff
“Cash? Open your eyes.”
Confused, I did as I was told and squinted to see Greg staring up at me. “Huh?”
“Did I lose you there?” He sounded uncertain and I hated that.
I stroked his cheek and bent down to kiss him. “I was thinking, kinda hoping for a next time.”
Greg let out what sounded like a cross between a chuckle and a huff. “If I assure you we’ll do this again, can you focus on me now?”
Feeling somewhat foolish, I said, “I can do that.” Then I stayed him as he bent his head. “How did you know I was unfocused?”
He muttered something under his breath. I didn’t hear it all, but it was something to do with cops. “You stopped moaning.”
“Oh.”
My cheeks heated. I hadn’t realized I was that noisy. No, that was a lie. Previous partners had complained about me being noisy and most times I toned it down. I hadn’t even thought about it with Greg.
“Ready now?” he asked.
I traced the tip of my dick across his lips. “Ready.”
Greg sighed and took me back into his warm and wonderful mouth. I carded my fingers through his hair and let myself narrow down to one thing only, my dick, his mouth. I let out a moan as he pulled back.
I swear he mouthed, “That’s better,” around my dick.
He cupped my balls, his hand heated against my sac and explored me with his lips, tongue, and the occasional nibble of his teeth until I couldn’t think. Before I could beg he sucked me in hard.
I yelled loudly, and that small part of my brain still working was grateful Greg didn’t have any neighbors close by.
It didn’t take long before I felt my orgasm coiling in my lower back, like a snake ready to strike. One, two more pumps and my balls gave it up, shooting cum into his willing, greedy mouth. He swallowed around me and my thigh muscles trembled again, but he braced me against him and carried me through the aftershocks. He leaned against me and stroked my flank, soothing me until I could function again.
“I need that shower,” he muttered. “But I’m not sure I can move.”
I bent down to kiss him, tasting myself, and wasn’t that hot as hell? Then I half-scooped, half-hauled Greg to his feet, steadying him until his leg muscles worked.
He grimaced, rubbing his knees. “I’m too old for hard tiles. Next time I’ll put down a cushion first.” Then he smiled at me. “Look at me complaining. It should be me holding you.”
“Hey, I just came my brains out,” I pointed out. “You did the hard work and still need a happy ending.”
“Shower first.”
Greg leaned over and flicked the light switch by the door. I blinked at the sudden influx of light. Greg took my hand and went to tug me, but I stopped as I took the first step. He looked over his shoulder.
“I’m gonna fall on my face if you don’t let me pull up my pants,” I warned.
“Or,” Greg countered, grinning, “you could take them off. We’re getting naked anyway.”
He wasn’t wrong. Still, with my jeans and briefs tangled stubbornly around my ankles, I let out an exasperated huff. Sure enough, I almost did face-plant while trying to wriggle free enough to get at the laces of my boots.
Greg watched my struggles for a moment, then laughed and pushed my hands away. “Let me do it or we’ll be here all night.”
I stood like a child as he undid my laces, then I held onto his shoulder as he tugged off my boots, then my clothes.
Greg looked up at me with a wicked smirk and an eyebrow waggle as he gazed at my softening cock. “Ready for round two?”
“I’m not eighteen, no matter how much I’d like to be,” I groused, feeling oddly vulnerable, naked when he was fully clothed. “It’s your turn now.”
“I’m down with that,” he agreed.
