That was the end of the road for me, because my dick was a throbbing, aching mess, and my balls were on fire. I came with a shout, pulling my cock out of him and squirting milky white cum all over his heavy sack. The sight of it drove me crazy, so I pushed my dick back inside him and deposited the rest of my load into his ass, where it rightfully belonged. As I kept fucking my cum into him, I could see tiny drops spurting out of his hole because he was milking me like a champ. When I abruptly pulled out of him, he gasped, muttering something unintelligible.
“Now you can fucking come,” I growled, slapping his ass. “Get on your knees.”
He did what I said, visibly shivering, and already stroking his cock.
“Don’t you dare spill a drop,” I threatened before opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue. The first drop of his seed hit my cheek, but the rest… straight to my throat. He was a cop, so his aim was on point, but he was too loud. He was shouting it out as he filled my mouth with cum, but I was too greedy to warn him.
“Aaaaaaaahhhh…. fuuuuuuuckk…. nnnghhhhhhh…”
His moans and gasps were music to my ears, his hand less steady as he kept going. I kept my eyes open, tracking down every precious drop until Jordan collapsed onto the bed, panting.
“Fucking hell, Adam!”
I smiled and kissed my way up his thigh, licking off drops of semen I found there.
“Maybe there’s more left,” I murmured, wrapping my lips around his still hard length. When I started to suck, Jordan hissed and grabbed me by the hair.
“Jesus, stop,” he begged as I sucked on the swollen tip, smiling when I felt another drop of seed on my tongue.
“Mmm, I was right,” I murmured, kissing his dick. “Good boy.”
“Fucking hell,” Jordan said, sounding hoarse. “What the hell just happened?”
“I think we’re sexually compatible,” I said, climbing on top of him and kissing his lips.
He gave me an incredulous look. “You think?”
“Mmm… how’s your ass?”
“I’ll tell you when I try walking, perv.”
When my dick stumbled upon his sticky, ready hole, it took every ounce of my self-control to stop myself from slipping back inside.
Knock-knock.
No. Your cum is still dripping out of him, dummy.
Pure and simple, he turned me into a sex addict. The funny thing was, I never cared about sex that much before, but now I couldn’t have enough of it. Still, I knew he had to be sore, and it gave me an idea, which was a logical solution to my problem.
“Fuck me?” I said, nipping his lip.
His amber eyes widened comically. “Now?”
“No, not now, you sex addict. After breakfast.”
“And then what? Please don’t tell me you’re kicking me out. You still owe me that one-minute cuddle.”
I flicked his forehead. “Are you insane? I want you to stay here. Today. And tonight. This entire week, if possible.”
“Really,” Jordan said, wide-eyed. “Then let’s take two days off instead of one. Maybe no one in the LD notices that we’re missing.”
I chuckled. “I think Chief Bibb wouldn’t mind not having to listen to us argue for one more day.”
When we finally left the bed, it was past noon. We showered together, which was a mistake. Keeping my hands off Jordan was a growing problem, so I shampooed my hair three times to stop myself from touching him. Another growing problem was under our waistlines, and we addressed it by blowing each other. Fuck restraint. At least I wasn’t hungry anymore because my stomach was full of his cum, and I could breathe a little easier.
After I realized I was possibly gay, definitely addicted to Jordan’s ass, and potentially a sex addict, I made us breakfast. Nothing fancy, just eggs, bacon, and toast, but it prevented us from fucking each other for the next half an hour. Jordan was eating as if he hadn’t had a meal in days, when in fact, he had one in the shower, and it made me smile.
“Do you like going to the cinema?” Jordan mumbled with his mouth full. “Because I have another idea.”
