“Best. Blow. Job. Ever.”
Trapping his narrow hips in my comparatively large hands, I took him to the back of my throat. Country fried curses began falling from his lips his Texas came out to play.
“Comin’,” he choked out.
Needing to see him go over, I pulled away, replacing my mouth with my hand. His perfect, compact body bowed up, a living sculpture, every muscle straining as cum striped his belly. Just as beautiful was the way he relaxed into the tail end of his orgasm, sweaty and limp.
“Every time you do that to me, I feel like I lose a few more brain cells,” he said, chuckling as he slow-blinked at me.
When he could stand, we switched places, and I flopped down into the sturdy leather chair. He gazed up at me hungrily as he drew my cock into the warm, wet suction of his mouth. Wrapping his strong hands around my hips, he moaned, and his fingers slid under me to grip my cheeks.
“Like that ass, do you?”
He mumbled something around my dick, and it felt amazing. I had him beat on deep throating, but the things he was doing with his tongue…fuck. Within moments, he had me gasping.
Tightening his grip, he took me deeper than he had before, gagging a little before relaxing and going deeper, tightening his death grip on my hips and ass. I let out a guttural cry, barely stopping myself from grabbing his head and fucking his face.
I couldn’t wait to work him up to that, and the thought made me spill down the back of his throat.
“Fuck, baby,” I said, my voice straining as I shivered through the last of it. “I’m going to need another round with you.”
Breathing heavily, he nodded. “Same. But not here,” he said, reaching up for a cum-stained kiss.
* * *
“Someone’s horny,” I said as Walker pushed me through my door only seconds after I turned the key in the lock.
“What can I say? I love dick,” he said, leaning into his accent.
Just as he was ripping off his shirt, my phone buzzed with an unknown number. We groaned, but it probably couldn’t wait.
I hit the Accept button. “Ozzie here.”
“Hey, Oz. You got a moment?”
I put my hand over the speaker and mouthedIt’s my uncleto Walker, who pulled his shirt back on.
“Sure, Uncle Ryan. I’ve got Walker here. I’ll put you on speaker.”
“Sounds good. I’m patching Joel in so that we’re all on the same page.”
After a moment, he came back on the line. “Sorry to interrupt your evening, gentlemen, but we’ve made progress with your case.”
“Do you have good news for us?” I asked, crossing my fingers.
“You’ll have to be the judge of that, but Detective Crow found that the Seguin Art Supply across from you had two very well-placed security cameras. The one facing the restaurant caught the person with a medical mask and glasses that Tommy described.”
“So, no way to identify them,” I replied, disappointed.
“Well, Detective Crow was able to follow his movement across various camera setups and discovered he’d parked on the side street that runs by Seguin Art Supply. They have surveillance on that side, too, and it caught the man getting into a truck. We were able to grab the license plate number.”
“Excellent,” Joel said.
My uncle let out a sigh, and I knew what was coming would be bad. “I’m sorry to have to say this, but the truck was registered to Walker Tire Service.”
Any remaining horniness between me and Walker died a quick, brutal death.
“Thanks for letting us know, Sheriff,” Walker said, looking gutted. “I wish I could say I’m surprised, but I’m not. Not even a little.”
