Sitting in a jail cell had been revolting.
“Want me to come wash your hair for you?”
I grimaced as I glanced at Jerry and Detective Sparks. “No, we have guests.”
“Jerry knows his way around our place.” Sal leaned down and brushed his lips against my forehead. “Go jump in the shower. I'll be there in a few minutes.”
As much as I knew I should argue, I didn't want to. Having Sal wash my hair sounded like a slice of heaven on earth. I really just needed a few minutes to decompress. Despite my bouncy demeanor, my nerves were strung bow-string tight.
I ignored the others standing around in the entry and headed upstairs to the bedroom I hadn't seen in ten days. As I walked in and walked to the bathroom, I started stripping off my clothes. I realized in that instant how much I had missed being home and how stupid it had been to leave.
This was my safe place. This bedroom was the quiet place I shared with Sal, that we both came to at the end of the day to let our worries and stress wash away. It was the one place I could truly be myself. Why had I left?
I was obviously an idiot.
I dropped my clothes into the hamper and then turned the water on in the shower. As I waited for it to heat up, I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked just as bad as I felt. There was a large bruise on the side of my face, and one eye was swollen. It wasn't quite shut but close enough.
The bruises on my ribcage weren't much better. I vividly remembered getting kicked several times. I had tried curling up into a ball to protect my stomach. That had just earned me several kicks to the back.
I hoped that cop spent the rest of his life in jail.
Once the water was heated to my favorite temperature, I climbed into the shower stall. I groaned as the hot water cascaded down over me, partly because it felt so damn good but also because it hurt like hell.
There was just no winning.
I jumped when I felt hands land on my hips.
“It's just me, caro.”
Relief flooded me, making my knees go weak. “Sal.”
“Get your hair wet, baby.”
I turned into the shower spray and stuck my head under the water. Once I was all wet, I leaned back and wiped at my eyes. A moment later, Sal's fingers sank into my hair and began massaging the shampoo in.
Orgasmic bliss. It was the only way to describe what Sal was doing to me. I always believed he had strong nimble fingers, but this just proved it. Each stroke of his hands sent shudders of delight down my body.
“Okay, rinse.”
I stuck my head under the water spray again. Sal quickly moved his fingers through my hair, rinsing away all the shampoo.
“Need some help with that?” Sal asked once I was done.
I glanced back at Sal. “Huh?”
The instant Sal's fingers wrapped around my cock I knew what he was referring to. I just hadn't realized I had gotten hard. I moaned loudly when Sal tightened his hand and pumped it up and down a couple of times.
Sal's deep rumbling chuckle filled my ears. “I think I can do something about this.”
Oh god, yes, please.
Sal moved around me and then went down to his knees. Before he even took me into his mouth, I had trouble breathing. Anyone that had the chance to see Sal naked would have done the same. Watching the strong powerful man go down to his knees in front of me was like catching a glimpse of paradise.
Only I was this lucky.
Sal leaned down and swallowed my straining cock, wrapping his lips around the flared head. He licked those drops away before swallowing my length to the back of his throat.
I took a swift intake of air and then shuddered when Sal began to suck, his tongue tracing the veins, his cheeks hollowed as he moved my thick erection further into his mouth, bobbing his head up and down.
