My thighs tightened when Sal closed his lips completely around my cock and sucked me all the way down before pulling back again. He licked a long path from the tip of my cock down to the root and then down just a bit further. I grabbed a handful of his hair when he sucked one of my balls into his mouth.
My moans of pleasure were growing louder, higher.
Sal took me deeper, flattening his tongue as he slid my cock to the back of his mouth again and then took the heated flesh down his throat. He licked at my erection as he moved his head back.
He started to bob his head, sucking in his cheeks as he moved his lips up my cock. When my balls started to pull up tight to my body, Sal increased the speed of his movements, sucking my length down his throat faster and faster each time, hollowing his cheeks out as he moved back up to the tip.
The suction was insane...and oh, so right.
When my cock began to swell, Sal lowered his head, taking the entire thing into his mouth. As his throat massaged my length, I came hard, screaming Sal's name. Hot seed shot out of my cock and down Sal's throat in hot ribbons of release.
Sal let my softening cock slip from his mouth and then sat back. He caught me just as my legs gave out, cradling me in his arms. Chuckling, Sal ran his hand over my wet hair, stroking his fingers through it.
“What am I going to do with you, caro, huh?”
I smirked as I gazed up at the love of my life. “I have a few ideas.”
And Sal was involved in every damn one of them.
Sal chuckled again as he helped me to my feet and then held me until I was steady. “And I'll take you up on that just as soon as our guests leave.”
I groaned and dropped my head to the middle of Sal's chest. “I don't wanna.”
Sal's fingers moved through my hair as he stroked the back of my head. “I know, caro, but you have to. Detective Sparks needs to know you're not some crazy guy just hanging out in a drug house. He needs to know why you were really there.”
I tilted my head back so I could see Sal's face and then searched his copper-colored eyes. “You know I wasn't just hanging around, right?”
“I don't know exactly why you were there, but I don't doubt that you had a good reason.”
“I do.” I frowned. “I think.”
That part was kind of iffy.
Sal's dark eyebrows lifted. “You think?”
“That number I gave Marcus to call in case of emergency? It should have worked. I don't understand why it was disconnected. It shouldn't have been, and that worries me.”
“Worries you how?”
I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. As I dried myself off, I tried to think about what was bothering me about all of this.
Sal walked out of the shower and grabbed his own towel but kept his eyes on me as he dried his body. “Lany?”
“Something feels off, and I can't quite put my finger on what it is. It didn't feel this way when I first agreed to take this job, but now…” I shook my head. “Something just isn't right.”
“You don't think it's the fact that the emergency number you were given has been disconnected?”
“I think that's part of it but not all of it.”
Sal frowned as he crossed his arms over his chest. I could tell from the way his eyebrows were pulled down low over his eyes that he was thinking hard.
“Maybe after I tell you what I've been up to, you can help me figure this out.”
Sal nodded before walking into the bedroom and over to his dresser to pull clean clothes out. I followed him, going to my own dresser. It felt good to put my own clothes on. I'd been wearing an outfit that had been given to me by the agent in charge of the case I was working on for the last ten days. While they were similar to what I would wear—jeans and a shirt—they were not my clothes.
I liked my clothes.
“Ready?” Sal asked once we were both dressed.
