“That’s good,” John said, wondering what it would be like to have Carter as a boss—probably not as easy or fun as being his boyfriend.
Not that Carter was his boyfriend, John reminded himself.
“What about you?” Carter asked. “How was your day?” He sounded genuinely interested, and John couldn’t help but smile.
“It was good. I was out on the highway most of the morning, and then I spent the afternoon escorting the mayor’s car. Nothing interesting happened.”
“No? No one hit on you today?”
John laughed. The first time he’d told Carter about all the women—and men—who tried to flirt their way out of a ticket, Carter had been shocked.
“Three people, but they were pretty tame as far as flirting went. None of them even offered to suck me off in exchange for letting them off with a warning.”
Carter groaned and laughed, shaking his head. “I can’t believe people actually do that. Don’t they have any shame?”
John grinned. “Nope.”
“Have you ever been tempted to take anyone up on it?” Carter asked.
“Not really,” John said, shaking his head. “I mean… I’d lose my job if anyone found out, and it would be super unethical.”
“What about if you pulled me over?” Carter reached into the box for another slice of pizza as he asked the question, a heated glint in his eye.
“What?” John was confused.
“Would you let me off with a warning if I sucked you off?”
John’s mind flashed to the situation Carter was describing. He imagined himself pressed up against the side of Carter’s car, standing there in full uniform on the side of the road, Carter unzipping his breeches and blowing him through his rolled down window.
“I, uh… probably,” John croaked, his cock suddenly straining the front of his jeans.
“Next time I drive into the city we should try it,” Carter said, giving his cock an unsubtle grope through his pants.
John wanted to say yes—wanted it so much it hurt—but he wasn’t really comfortable mixing his job and sex-life like that. The risk quite simply wasn’t worth the reward.
“I don’t think so,” he said. He hated shooting down Carter’s fantasy, but there was no way he was going to have sex in public while wearing his uniform. “I don’t think it would be a good idea. What if we got caught?”
Carter looked surprised to have his idea shot down, but not angry. He removed his hand from his crotch and shrugged.
“You’re right. Fuck, I don’t know what I was thinking.”
John laughed. “I think you were thinking with your dick.”
Carter grinned, wide and wolfish, and licked his lips. “Yeah, probably. It just has a mind of its own, you know?” He reached down and gave his bulge another squeeze, scooting his whole body down to the edge of the seat cushion and spreading his legs wide.
The sight made John’s mouth go dry with arousal. He slid off the couch, going to his knees, and crawled into the space between Carter’s strong thighs. He slid his hands up the soft wool of Carter’s pants, feeling the solid muscle beneath, groping and squeezing until he reached the hard length of Carter’s cock resting against his thigh.
He leaned his face down and pressed his lips to the hard bulge.
“Do you have a mind of your own?” he asked the bulge, making Carter laugh.
“He wants you to take him out and suck him,” Carter said, threading his fingers through John’s hair. His voice was serious, like he was explaining something very important. They were both being ridiculous, but it was fun and John was enjoying himself immensely.
There was nothing hotter than being comfortable enough to have fun during sex.
“That can be arranged,” John said, reaching for the buckle of Carter’s belt. He worked Carter’s massive package free, heavy balls and all, and grabbed his cock by the base. The thick girth was hot and hard beneath his palm and fingers, and John gave it a slow squeeze.
“Put it in your mouth,” Carter commanded, impatient. He grabbed John by the hair and tried to push him down onto his length, but John resisted and Carter stopped pushing.
