“Go on,” I urged, pushing the sheriff toward his desk chair. “Sit down.”
He looked confused. But he was so pliable under my hands that he did what he was told without question. Like an obedient dog, he went and plopped down in the chair. He got comfortable, spreading his legs a little bit. The fabric of his pants were stretched to capacity, his hard cock straining to be set free. I’d only felt him for a moment, but from what I could tell, the guy was hung like a horse.
Clearly, everything was bigger in Texas.
I walked over to him slowly, letting my hips sway just enough to draw his attention. His eyes tracked every movement, hungry and desperate in a way that made heat pool in my belly. This powerful man, this sheriff who commanded respect from an entire town, was putty in my hands. And God, did I love it.
“You know what I’ve been thinking about?” I asked, dropping to my knees between his thick muscular thighs. His breath hitched, and I watched his hands grip the armrests of his chair hard enough that his knuckles went white. “I’ve been thinking about what you taste like.”
“Xavier...” My name came out strangled, almost pleading.
I ran my hands up his thighs, feeling the muscles tense beneath the fabric. “I’ve been thinking about it since that first day at Dolly’s. Wondering what it would be like to have you in my mouth.” I looked up at him through my lashes, enjoying the way his chest heaved with each ragged breath. “Want to know a secret, Sheriff?”
He nodded, seemingly incapable of speech.
“I’ve never had a man of the law before.”
My fingers found his belt buckle, and I took my time unfastening it, drawing out the anticipation. His breathing grew more ragged with each passing second, and when I finally popped the button on his pants and slowly lowered the zipper, the sound seemed deafening in the quiet office.
I hooked my fingers into the waistband of both his pants and his boxer briefs, looking up at him one more time. “Last chance to stop this,” I murmured.
“Don’t stop,” he said, his voice rough with need. “Please don’t stop.”
That please nearly undid me. I tugged his pants and underwear down just enough to free his cock. And Jesus Christ, I hadn’t been wrong. The man was absolutely massive, his cock thick and heavy, already leaking at the tip. It curved slightly upward, and the sight of it made my mouth water. I’d been with plenty of men in my life, but there was something about Marcus—about the way he was looking at me with those desperate green eyes, about the vulnerability written all over his face—that made this feel different.
“Fuck, Marcus,” I breathed, wrapping one hand around the base. He was hot and heavy in my palm, and when I gave him a slow stroke, his hips jerked up involuntarily. “You’ve been hiding this the whole time?”
He let out a choked laugh. “Wasn’t exactly planning on showing it to you.”
“Well, I’m glad you changed your mind.” I leaned forward, maintaining eye contact as I dragged my tongue along the underside of his shaft, from base to tip. The taste of him exploded across my tongue. He was salty and musky in the best way and I hummed in appreciation.
His hand flew to my hair, fingers threading through the strands. “Oh fuck,” he groaned.
But I wasn’t done teasing him yet. I wanted to draw this out, wanted to make him beg for it. I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, lapping up the precum that had gathered there, and was rewarded with a strangled moan that went straight to my own neglected dick.
“You taste so fucking good,” I murmured against his skin before taking just the tip into my mouth. His grip tightened in my hair, not pushing but holding on like I was his anchor to reality.
I hollowed my cheeks and sucked gently, my tongue working against the sensitive underside while my hand stroked what I couldn’t fit in my mouth yet. Marcus was trembling above me, his thighs shaking on either side of my shoulders, and I’d barely even started.
“Xavier, I—” He cut himself off with another groan as I took him deeper, inch by torturous inch.
I pulled off with an obscene pop, stroking him slowly. “You what, Sheriff? Use your words.”
“I’m not gonna last,” he admitted, his face flushed a deep red that spread down his neck and chest. “It’s been... it’s been a long time.”
Something about that confession made my chest tight. This man, so starved for touch, for connection, for the freedom to be himself. I wanted to give him everything.
“Then don’t last,” I said, pressing a kiss to his hip bone. “We’ve got all night. You can cum as many times as you want.”
His eyes went wide at that, like the idea of multiple orgasms was some kind of revelation. God, what had this man been denying himself?
I took him back into my mouth, this time not holding back. I relaxed my throat and took him as deep as I could, gagging slightly when he bottomed out. The sound he made was inhuman, a deep guttural groan that vibrated through his entire body.
“Fuck, fuck, Xavier—” His hips jerked up involuntarily, and I had to press them back down with my free hand.
I set a slow, torturous rhythm, taking my time with each stroke of my tongue, each pull of my lips. I wanted him to feel every second of this, wanted to burn myself into his memory so thoroughly that he’d never forget it. My other hand came up to cup his heavy balls, rolling them gently, and his whole body went rigid.
“I’m close,” he gasped out, tugging on my hair like he was trying to warn me, trying to give me a chance to pull away.
