The food arrived fourteen minutes later. I arranged my plate: stromboli offset forty-five degrees from the marinara dish, water glass two inches right of the place mat edge. I ate, and Dane ate, and between bites we kept our hands loosely connected in themiddle of the table because the table was small enough for that and we were practiced at it.
I wasn’t exactly calm, but the booth was quiet, the dough was correctly crisp, and Sable had gone fully asleep with her chin on my foot. Dane watched me across the table with an expression that said, as clearly as anything he could have spoken out loud, that he was exactly where he wanted to be.
His phone rang at thirty-one minutes past noon.
He answered immediately, his shoulders stiff, bracing himself, I think.
“Yes,” he said. Then: “Yes.” A longer pause. Then: “Thank you, Deputy Chief Kirk.”
He ended the call and set the phone face-down on the table. He was smiling, and I had already worked out what it meant before he said a word.
“No impropriety found.” He said it like someone setting down something they’d been carrying a long way. “I’m cleared.”
I looked at him.
“Okay,” I said.
“Okay,” he repeated and grinned. I turned my palm up and laced my fingers through his and held on.
“It’s all good,” he said.
“Yes,” I said.
It was.
Chapter 18
Dane
Mornings were nowmy favorite time of day. Unless I was pulling my long shift. On the days I was home, waking up with Chip pressed into my side was heaven. Some days, I would lie there just to listen to his soft little snores while allowing myself the joy of reveling in my good fortune. Others, like this morning, I came awake to a fine, bright day and a boyfriend who was not only not snoring but rustling about under the covers.
The touch of his warm lips on my cock sent shudders through me. With a grunt, I threw the covers off to expose him to the buttery new sun shining through the windows.
“Woke up hungry, I see,” I said while he settled between my thighs with my stiff prick resting on his tongue. With a swirl over the ruddy head, his gaze locked with mine.
“Did you know that you wake up five days out of seven with an erection that you press into my right buttock?” He fisted the base of my dick, his breath hot and moist as it flowed over my cockhead.
“I did not know that,” I replied, folding my arms behind my head so I could watch him enjoying my cock. We’d joyously discovered Chip loved sucking dick. So much so, he was knownto yank down my joggers at random times in random places in my house just so he could suck me off.
“You do. This morning I woke up at 6:10. That’s fifteen minutes before the alarm goes off, which gave me time to realize that your dick was not prodding me in the ass. That goes against our usual morning routine.”
“Sorry. I’ll happily poke your ass now if you want,” I teased, his jade eyes warming as he considered the offer.
“Thank you, but no. I’d like to continue pleasing you orally. I enjoy how your penis swells in my mouth just before you reach orgasm. Also, and this may be because you eat an inordinate amount of pineapple, your semen is quite sweet.” He lapped at a droplet of precum as it appeared, then made a hearty, yummy sound. My balls tightened. “Also, your water intake is high, so with your hydration levels and love of citrus, having you cum in my mouth is one of the things I love most about our sexual encounters.”
“I’m so glad… ” He fell on my cock then, without warning, easing his lips down to where his fist rested and releasing the base so he could bury his nose in my pubes. “Russell, that’s… ” I wasn’t sure what it was other than divine, so I said that. “Fuck. You’re going to… can you come up here?”
His uh-uh was garbled as he had a mouth filled with dick. “If you come up here, you can get your cock next to mine, and we can come all over ourselves. You like that.”
I liked it too. Chip considered it for a moment. With a soft shake of his head, he continued showing me why I had crowned him the Oral Sex Master of Rochester. His hips were now moving in time with his head, bare ass cheeks exposed to the world as he worked himself with his right hand. It was a toss-up as to who came first. Probably me, as I had stupidly low composure when he was draining me dry.
I floated back down to earth like a maple seed helicoptering to the ground. Chip, because he did nothing by half measures, cleaned my cock off with his tongue before slithering up over me, his slick prick settling beside my soft one as he captured my mouth with his. The kiss was deep, his tongue gliding over mine, smearing my spend over my teeth and gums. I placed a hand on the gentle curve of his lower back. He sighed into the kiss and allowed his full body weight to settle on me. A sign of trust I treasured. Touch was a funny thing for him, so for him to be so cuddly was huge. I’d never trade these tender moments of contact for all the money or power in the world.
“I love you,” I whispered when the kiss ended.
He nuzzled his nose into my throat, breathing out, then in, as if trying to inhale me into his lungs.
“You smell good. I wish I could have the smell of you in my nose all day long. That’s impossible, obviously, as most scent molecules only stay in your nasal mucus for a few minutes unless a medical condition is present. Acute sinusitis can lead to smells remaining in the nose for several weeks,” he said as he buried his face back into my neck to huff more of me into his lungs. I drew small circles on his back as he rested atop me. “Once I had a sinus infection that lasted fourteen days. Fourteen days is longer than most viral sinus infections, as they generally run seven to ten days. So, mine was four days longer. Ninety-six hours longer. It felt like much longer as I had a headache and could smell molasses for the entire fourteen days.”
