Page 39 of Seducing the Sheriff
Confused, I waited until Greg changed position, his back against the tiles, feet apart, bracing himself.
“Ready,” he murmured.
I glanced up to see a Greek God above me, all muscle, his cock erect and flushed dark red. As I watched, a drop of pre-cum slid over the head to be washed away by the spray. Oh no, that was mine. I held the rigid shaft and dipped my tongue into the slit, murmuring my pleasure at the musky taste.
I changed tack, sucking on his sac, gently rolling each orb with my tongue. I loved making men come just like this, but I had promised him a blowjob, and I was a man who kept my word.
“Cash.” Greg’s voice sounded strained.
I gripped the base of his shaft, nibbled my way to the head, then I sucked him into my mouth, hearing the groan above me. I couldn’t take him all in, but between my mouth, my hand around his cock, and the other cupping his balls, I wouldn’t leave him hanging.
I knew he couldn’t last long, his balls already tightening, gasps over my head, and his hands buried in my hair. Another day I’d draw it out, but now I aimed for the happy ending.
He clutched my hair, his hips thrusting forward, almost choking me, and he came, hot cum flooding my mouth. I took it all, swallowing around him until he was still. Then I sat back on my heels. Greg’s eyes were closed, but he seemed to sense I looked at him, because he opened them, and stared at me, his eyes unfocused.
“Wow,” he managed.
That worked for me.
He ran a finger at the edge of my mouth. “Missed a bit.”
I licked his finger, then I used the edge of the tub to get up, groaning and not in pleasure this time as one of them cracked. ‘I’m too old for this.”
“You’re as old as the man you feel,” Greg intoned.
Then we both cracked up as we were the same age.
We stood under the spray, leaning against each other, until it started to cool, then Greg turned off the faucets, climbed out, and threw me a towel.
“It’s clean.” He pulled a blue towel off the rail and started toweling himself. He yawned loudly. “I need sleep.”
“Do you want me to go home?” I asked as I dried my hair.
“Stay?”
I wasn’t sure if it was a question or not, but from the way his eyes were fixed on mine, my answer was important. “I will, but I’ll have to leave early. I need to get my uniform.”
“You’re not bothered about someone in Charming wondering why their sheriff is out so early?”
I thought about it, had a momentary freak-out, and decided a night spooning with Greg was worth possibly being spotted.
Greg shook his head. “Cash, never play poker, man. Your face is so expressive.”
“So what did I think?” I challenged.
He counted on my fingers. “That sounds nice. Oh my God, what if they see me. But Greg, naked. Lust.”
He had me dead to rights. I couldn’t deny it at all. I growled and Greg laughed.
“Come on. I don’t know about you, but it’s been a long day, and I need to sleep.”
He took my towel when I was done, threw them both into the tub with a, “I’ll do laundry tomorrow,” and led the way out of the bathroom and into his bedroom while he renovated the house. It was going to be his office when he was done.
I looked dubiously at the air mattress with pillows, a sleeping bag and a folded comforter on it. “I don’t know, Greg. Do you think this will hold us both?”
“Only one way to find out,” he said cheerfully. “I’ll even share my pillows.”
“What a saint.”
