I grunted like a brat and pushed my ass out for this man. Grinning, he stepped in behind me, the heat of his body against mine sending a bolt of lust straight to my cock.
Holy Christmas.
I tightened my grip on the sill.
“Let’s see if you did a decent job of cleaning up,” he rumbled in my ear.
7
RAFFERTY
I had welland truly lost my fucking mind. This was the man who’d attacked me in court, who was working with the state to put his father away for life. But the way he fucking teased me, stretching his foreskin like that, playing with his pretty cock, going back and forth with me like a fucking tennis match…
Maybe it was the vodka, but by the time I’d walked out of the bathroom to retrieve the sewing supplies, I’d already decided.
As long as he was down, I was going to fuck Jesse Travis till he was moaning my name.
Because fuck this year. And fuck Christmas.
Or something.
Yeah, maybe I was a little drunker than I’d thought.
I was pretty sure fraternizing with him in this way would get my ass fired, and it said something important that I didn’t give one shit about my law enforcementcareer. I’d checked for Wi-Fi and cell service when I went for supplies, and both were still down, so there was no one I could call or confess to.
During my investigation I had recognized that he was a good-looking man but had refused to allow myself to fully acknowledge how attracted I was to him. Now that he was naked and pushing his ass out at me, the allure was a little harder to deny. I knelt behind him and spread his cheeks, rumbling at the sight.
In for a penny, in for a pound.
I ran my tongue from his sack to the top of his ass crack, then back down again. The shouts and curses spilling from his lips made everything go hazy. Gripping the base of his cock, I used my free hand to again pull his ass cheek to the side.
Jesus, what a pretty fucking hole.
I made a direct attack on it, licking, swirling my tongue around the bunched skin as this beautiful criminal shivered and moaned. Using the tip, I started with gentle, direct pressure, coercing the reluctant muscle until it relaxed enough to let me inside, fucking him with my tongue while he banged on the windowsill and pushed his ass back against my face.
I squeezed his cock a little harder. A broken “yes” tumbled from his lips. I licked and speared him until he was practically sobbing, begging to come.
I stood and wrapped my arms around him, holding his trim body against mine.
“Do you want this cock inside of you?” I ground out, plucking his nipples.
“Uhn, please. Yes, please.”
“Good answer,” I said, then reached over for the Dopp kit, still squeezing a nipple as, one-handed, I removed a small bottle of lube and a strip of condoms.
I released him long enough to free a condom, roll it down my length, and slick myself up. I returned my hand to his body, this time to his throat, gently resting it there as I pressed my lube-slicked fingers into the crease of his ass, searching out his hole to prepare it for my pleasure.
“This okay?” I asked, flexing my hand around his neck.
“God yes.”
His gasping answer and obvious need stoked lust in the very root of my being, and I gave his throat a brief squeeze. Nothing to cut off the oxygen, just a tiny reminder of who the fuck was in charge. The answer to that was not me, of course. That honor belonged to libido, stress, and vodka.
“Good boy.”
He shuddered under the praise, and I pressed two fingers inside him. He bucked, first pulling away, then pushing back toward me as he whimpered. I fucked him carefully, slowly, letting the minutes slide by until he softened around my fingers. Firmly crooking my fingers just so, I stroked that perfect spot inside of him until every muscle in his body tensed.
“So close,” he choked out. I dropped my hand fromhis throat and squeezed the base of his cock while adding a third finger.
