Spencer looked over his shoulder and grinned.“Morning.I hope you don’t mind that I made coffee.I was going to bring it to you in bed, but it occurred to me I have no idea how you take your coffee.”
“That was nice of you.”I leaned against the doorframe, watching him.“I take it with a little cream, no sugar.”
“Got it, Chief.”He poured some cream into one of the mugs and then brought it over to me.
I took the mug but grabbed his wrist before he could move away.He looked up at me, smiling.We leaned into each other and kissed.It was a gentle, lingering kiss, and it made my chest warm.
“How’d you sleep?”I asked.
He laughed.“I’m embarrassed to say I slept like a log.I usually can’t sleep if I’m not in my own bed.”
“I’m glad you were able to.I slept great too.”I sipped my coffee.It was strong, which I liked.
He leaned against the island, cradling his mug.His eyes moved over my bare chest, and he didn’t try to hide it.“Last night was fun.”
“Yeah.”
“Very articulate.”He smirked.“I can see why you rose through the ranks.”
I smiled.“You want more words?It was the best time I’ve had since moving to Coral Cove.How’s that?”
He grinned, appearing pleased.“Same.”
“So long as we’re careful not to talk about police business, this could be a fun little arrangement.”
He nodded.“I agree.”
“I have to go to work soon,” I said, taking a sip of my coffee.
“Me too.”
“Want to shower together?”
He laughed.“I don’t think I have time.I’ll shower at home.”
I frowned.“How come you have time to shower there, but not here?”
He smirked.“Because if we shower together, it’s going to be a long, horny, fuck-fest, and I don’t have time for that this morning.”
I shrugged because he wasn’t wrong.I took another sip of my coffee and set the cup down.Then I ran my eyes over his bare legs and what I could see of his chest from his unbuttoned shirt.“I still would like a taste,” I said huskily.
He let out a shaky breath.“Oh, yeah?”
“Yep.I’ll make it quick.”My cock was already half-hard just from having Spencer in my bed all night, and I needed more of him.My heart was racing as I approached Spencer.The outline of his thick cock already straining against the thin fabric of his briefs was obvious.His eyes flickered as I dropped to my knees in front of him, the cold tile biting into my skin.
“This looks promising,” he said, his voice husky.
His briefs were damp with precum where the head of his cock bulged behind the material.Fuck, he was already leaking for me.I could smell him, manly, musky, and fucking intoxicating.I pulled his briefs down, and his cock sprang free, thick and hard, the vein running along the underside throbbing.
The tip was slick, glistening in the morning light filtering through the kitchen blinds.My mouth watered as I wrapped my hand around the base, feeling the heat of him, the way he twitched in my grip.I leaned in, my breath ghosting over the head, and glanced up at him.His lips were parted, his chest rising and falling fast, and his hands were clenched into fists at his sides.
“Suck me,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
If you insist.
My tongue darted out, lapping up the precum pooling at the tip, salty and bitter on my tongue.I groaned at the taste, wrapping my lips around the head and sucking gently, feeling him pulse against my tongue.His hips shifted forward, and I braced myself with a hand on his thigh, keeping him steady as I took him deeper, inch by inch.
His cock was fucking perfect, thick, with just the right curve to hit the back of my throat.I hollowed my cheeks, sucking hard as I bobbed my head, my tongue swirling around the underside of his shaft.His breathing turned ragged, his fingers tangling in my hair, tugging lightly.I looked up at him through my lashes, watching his face contort in pleasure, his jaw clenched, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.
