I pulled back until only his cockhead was in my mouth. I licked and sucked the crown, driving my tongue into his leaking slit. He tasted so good. I wanted to devour him. My dick was pressing insistently against the zipper of my jeans, so I wrestled the button and zipper open with one hand, tugging on Greg’s balls with the other. I didn’t dare touch myself yet because I was sure I’d go off like a rocket in seconds.
Greg ran his fingers through my hair, stopping to tentatively tug on it every now and then. I pulled off him, much to his dismay, and looked into his lust-filled blue eyes. “It’s okay. You can pull my hair.”
I took him back into my mouth and felt him grab a handful of my hair. He moaned and thrust his hips forward, causing me to gag. He quickly pulled back and gasped, “I’m so sorry.”
I put my hand over the one he had on my head and squeezed. I then took him deeper down my throat. He took the hint and started thrusting again. My own cock was so hard it hurt. I finally pulled it out of my briefs and started stroking. I was definitely not going to last long enough for us to change places.
Greg’s movements got jerky and his dick swelled and hardened in my mouth. I tasted the first salty spurt as he gasped, “Coming.” He tried to pull away, but I grabbed his hip with my free hand and sucked him harder. He let out a low groan as his release poured down my throat.
I kept stroking my cock while I swallowed his cum, enjoying it so much that my own orgasm hit me out of nowhere with the force of a freight train.
I sat back on my heels, letting his softening cock slide out of my mouth. “Holy shit, that was hot,” I said.
Greg gazed down at me with half-lidded eyes and hummed in agreement. He blinked when he saw the mess I’d made on his kitchen floor. “So hot,” he murmured.
I got to my feet, tucked my dick away, and zipped my jeans. Reaching around Greg, I grabbed a couple of paper towels to clean the floor. I waved away his efforts to do it himself. “I made the mess. I’ll clean it up.”
“Technically, I made you make the mess,” he retorted.
I chuckled and kissed his cheek. “That you did.”
After the floor was clean again, I took my coat off the hook I’d hung it on when I came in. I gave Greg another kiss on the cheek.“I’ll see you around. Maybe I’ll swing by the club tomorrow night.”
His eyes brightened. “That would be great.” He smiled softly. “Goodnight, Tony.”
I got a text from Michael while I was in the taxi heading back to my apartment.
We decided to catch a late flight tonight. We just landed at Newark.
Why didn’t you tell me sooner?
Because Gabe and I were running the op. We all just wanted to get home. Nico is having a rough time. He feels guilty because he was in prison when Allie was killed.
I thought he worked through that.
I guess seeing Scott brought it all back for him. Gabe will make sure he makes an appointment with his therapist.
Ok. Get some sleep. You all did a great job.
Thanks, bro.
I tucked my phone in my coat pocket and leaned my head back on the headrest. I’d enjoyed my time with Greg. He was easy to talk to and fun to hang out with. I congratulated myself for keeping things light and for leaving without a fuss.
However, I was not a fan of the security door in his apartment building. Yes, people had to be buzzed in, but even that was easy to get around, especially if people were stupid. And what the hell was with that daffodil? I shook my head. I had to stop thinking like a cop.
Unfortunately, I was still thinking about it the next morning as I walked to my local coffee shop to grab a cappuccino and a croissant. I was wondering whether I should say something to Greg about his apartment building’s security when my phone vibrated with a call.
I checked the screen. It was Sal again. I swiped to answer. “Hey, Sal. What’s up? Is everything okay with Brendan?”
“Everything’s good,” he replied. “The asshole barista, Mark, quit. He got a job at a coffee shop in Brooklyn. I got people over there keeping an eye on him just to make sure he doesn’t do anything shady to get back at Brendan.”
“Why would he do that?” I asked.
“One of my guys overheard him mutter something about getting back at that little fag for forcing him out of his job.”
I squeezed my eyes shut. “I’ll have Michael look into him. He’s back in the City. He’ll get you all the information you need.”
“My computer guy started to search his background, but he got stuck. I was wondering if Michael could work with him. Show him a few things.”
