“My god, Kobe.” His voice came out thick with need. “Do I have to beg?”
“I want to take my time with you, Doc.” I planted a line of kisses over his collarbone. “I want to bring you beyond your senses and leave you a quivering mess.” Peppered more across his shoulder.
“At this rate, I’ll be finished before you start.” Another groan when I tightened my grip. I was rewarded with a bead of precum that I smeared over his cockhead with my thumb.
Dominique rocked his hips, dragging his erection through my fist as I worked my way back to his mouth. I tipped his head forward and claimed it. The kiss was wet and uncoordinated but perfect.
“Want my mouth now?” I asked when another shudder ran through him and more precum seeped from his tip.
“Yes.”
“How long has it been?”
A pained expression. “Years.”
I had wondered if Dominique had been celibate since his wife’s death. Now I knew.
I dropped to my knees and pressed my hands against his thighs. They trembled under my palms, muscles jumping, nerves twitching. Glancing up, I caught Dominique with a helpless look on his face. Want. Need. Yearning. Desire.
His pupils swallowed the gorgeous color of his irises.
He brushed the hair off my forehead, tangling his fingers in the too-long strands. I loved the tender way Dominique buried his hands in it, and I didn’t give a fuck what my sergeant thought. At this rate, I would never cut it.
I held Dominique’s gaze until he nodded consent.
It was the first time I’d really seen his cock. The previous night, we had remained partly clothed on the couch. In the bedroom, darkness had cloaked the encounter. I took him in, savoring the sight before licking a path from base to crown.
Dominique cursed under his breath and urged me forward.
I wasn’t sure who took more pleasure in the blow job, him or me. I relished every burst of flavor that erupted on my tongue, treasured the soft noises that escaped Dominique’s lips, and cherished the way he trembled at my touch.
If this was the first time he’d experienced a blow job inyears, I planned to make it count.
In no time, I had rendered him a quivering, panting, clinging-to-the-bookshelf-and-my-hair-for-dear-life mess. He chanted my name over and over, mindful of his volume, reminding me there was a sleeping toddler on the second floor we didn’t want to wake.
Dominique’s control broke, and he came on a stifled cry. His legs threatened to give out. His body bowed forward as hisrelease filled my throat. I kept him in the moment for as long as I could, holding him up so he wouldn’t collapse, swallowing around him again and again.
When he calmed, I got to my feet and kissed him mercilessly. The man was jelly in my arms, barely able to make his lips work, and I chuckled at his lack of coordination.
“You wrecked me,” he rasped, voice hoarse.
“As intended. Should I put you to bed now?”
He hit me with a lazy, breathtaking smile. “Give me a minute. Not sure I can move.” He watched me with half-lidded eyes as though seeing me anew. “You’re pretty incredible, Kobe Haven.”
“Let me guess. You made another discovery on your scratch ticket.”
His chest bounced, humor dancing in his husky eyes. “I did. A marvelous discovery.”
“Is it fucked up that I almost understand this bizarre analogy now?” I ran a hand over his bare hip, keeping him close. “I hope the unveiled surprise was positive. I’d love to be a winner for a change. Tell me it was good.”
“It was so good.” He found my hand and squeezed. “It turns out, you have exceptional skills in the bedroom. Definitely a winner.”
“Good grief. It was one blow job and two hand jobs yesterday. You have no idea what I’m like in bed yet, Doc.”
Dominique wet his lips, mouth quirking. “Will I ever find out?”
“Do you want to?”
