Page 36 of Seducing the Sheriff
Stop, Cash!
I was getting ahead of myself which was a bad trait of mine. The offer had been a shower and a blowjob, not a proposal and wedding bells.
The second the screen door shut behind us, before he’d switched on the light, Greg turned on me, one hand tugging on my shirt to pull me closer, and the other cupping my jaw as we kissed again. This time he tasted me of me, and didn’t that make my dick hard.
I enfolded him in my arms, sliding my hands down to cup his butt, tugging him close until there was no space between us.
Greg pulled back and sighed, burying his face in the crook of my neck. He mumbled something unintelligible against my chilled skin, heating it with his warm breath.
“Uh, are you gonna repeat that?” I asked.
He raised his head. “Fuck the shower. I want to drop to my knees here and take that fine dick I can feel in my mouth.”
I hoped he didn’t see my cheeks heat in the darkness. “I’d rather you fucked me than the shower.” At least my voice didn’t crack embarrassingly.
“Change of plan,” he muttered, his hands going to my waistband and undoing my belt. “I’m going to suck you right here, then you can return the favor in the shower.”
I swallowed hard. “I like this idea.”
“I thought you might.” He brushed the growing mountain in my pants with his knuckles, and I couldn’t help my gasp.
I felt Greg’s smile against my lips as he kissed me again, his tongue licking against the seam of my mouth. For a shy guy, he didn’t mind taking the lead here, and I loved it.
Before I could deepen the kiss, Greg raised his head, unzipped my jeans and pushed them down around my calves, trapping me effectively. I couldn’t get away from him, even if I wanted to. Like I wanted to move away from him.
Greg cupped my ass through my boxer briefs, squeezing my butt. “Perfect.”
I pushed against his hand, wanting more than an ass squeeze. “You promised to suck me off.”
“So I did,” he said, his voice hoarse.
I thrust my hips in encouragement, hoping he’d get with the program.
Greg chuckled but he slid his hand around to the tent in my briefs and cupped my hard dick, squeezing it gently. I pressed into his palm, groaning as he gripped me, jacking me slowly through the cotton fabric.
“Your mouth,” I muttered, because dammit, how long was one guy supposed to wait to get that mouth around him?
As Greg dropped to his knees in front of me, he took my briefs with him, leaving my dick, framed by the tails of my open shirt, already hard and exposed for him.
There was always that moment with a new guy when I wondered what he thought of my dick. That thought normally lasted as long as it took to stick it in his mouth or ass, and then I couldn’t have cared less. But this time, I didn’t care, because somehow, I knew my dick was right for Greg.
He pressed his cheek against the hair dusting the curve of my belly. I had abs, they were there…somewhere. Then he kissed down from my navel to the curls surrounding my cock and finally, he gripped my shaft at the base. I held my breath, fluttering in my belly, staring down at Greg. He was little more than a dark shadow as he blew warm air across the tip, and I shivered.
Then I felt his tongue dip into my slit, and I had to brace my thigh muscles as they trembled. I was going to end up on the floor tumbled across Greg’s lap if I wasn’t careful. He licked around the glans and as I moaned, unable to hold back my pleasure, he moaned too, the noise seeming to vibrate through his wicked tongue. We’d barely begun and I wanted to beg for more.
I ran my hands through his hair, careful not to clutch too hard, but he looked up, saying, “You can hold on, just don’t pull it out.”
Oh baby, I can hold on. I need to.
He nibbled down the shaft and then back up again to my encouraging gasps and whimpers. I yelled as Greg slid in one smooth movement down my cock until his nose was buried in the hair around my shaft, his throat muscles fluttering around the tip. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.”
He pulled off with an obscene wet pop. “Next time, Cash, honey. Now I’m going to suck your brains out.”
Before I could order him to get on with it, he sucked me back in, and I lost the power of coherent thought.
Greg’s fingers dug into my ass cheeks as he set up a rhythm, slow at first. I wanted to thrust, I needed more, but he kept me still. I got it. This was his rodeo. I couldn’t wait for it to be mine. But I wasn’t sure how long I could hold on for. I could already feel my balls tightening in anticipation. Next time we could take our time.
Whoa, I was already thinking about a next time. There was definitely going to be a next time. I begged my brain to turn the heck off so I could focus on the pretty man on his knees, determined to drive me wild.
