“Mmpfh,” he muffled into my mouth as his hands ripped the shirt up over my chest and arms. He pulled away just long enough to get it over my head before his mouth was invading mine again. “Want you naked.”
I fumbled for my fly and shoved my shorts down as quickly as I could. I hadn’t put on any underwear in hopes something like this would happen.
“Free ballin’, Wilde? Really? Naughty boy. Naughty, naughty boy,” he murmured, moving his kisses under my jaw and down my throat.
While I stood there naked, he was in full uniform.
“Cuff me, Sheriff,” I teased. “I’ve been very bad.”
“Shut up or I’ll have to pull out my nightstick,” he said with a laugh. His teeth nipped at my collarbone and I hissed in pleasure.
“Please, officer… please show me your nightstick.”
He laughed some more. “Oh god, don’t. I’m losing my boner.”
I reached out and cupped his package to discover he was very definitely not losing his boner. “Liar,” I crooned before dropping to my knees. He didn’t have his gun belt on, so it only took me a couple of seconds to undo his pants and pull his cock out.
The fact he was still wearing his uniform was making me hotter than ever and the feel of the cool air-conditioning on my skin reminded me I was completely naked at his feet while he was fully dressed standing over me.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “Gonna come before I even get your dick in my mouth.”
“Nuh-uh. Suck me first. No coming yet for you.” The adoration in his eyes belied his words while his fingers trailed a soft line down the side of my face.
That sweet man couldn’t boss me around if he tried. Even when he thought he was being commanding in bed, he was tender and loving.
I mouthed his cock while I worked on getting his shoes and socks off. His own fingers went to the buttons on his shirt and began fiddling each of them open.
“Why, Walker?” he mumbled to himself. “Why didn’t you just leave the shirt and vest off when you knew this was gonna happen?”
I smiled around his fat dick as I remembered Stevie’s words from the night before about talking to ourselves. He was right. We both did it.
“Get naked,” I said before deep-throating him and shoving his pants to the floor along with his boxer-briefs.
“Holy fuck, Otto,” he cried out. He curled over my head and panted while I swallowed around him and hummed. “Oh god, just like that, baby. Shit.”
I gave him a few more wet sucks before pulling off and standing up. “What do you want, Seth?”
His pupils were blown and his cheeks ruddy.
“Huh?”
“You want me to fuck you over the back of the sofa? Up against the wall? You want me to ride you? What do you want?”
He looked dazed but at least he was finally, gloriously naked.
“I want you to rim me and then fuck me,” he said, nearly blowing the top off my skull and the cum out of my balls. “Is that okay?”
I snorted and howled before grabbing him and yanking him toward the bedroom. “Seriously? Is that okay… he wants to know if I have any interest in rimming his gorgeous ass and then fucking him silly. Idiot sheriff.”
When I tossed him on the bed, I saw his sheepish grin. “Otto, I’ve been having these fantasies lately about your tongue in my ass. I was thinking about it at work the other day when Old Man Parnell came in to make his weekly complaint about dog shit in the square.”
“Gross. We do not mention shit when we’re rimming. Got it?”
“And all I could think about was thank god he’s not gay so no one had to rim the old bastard. But then I wondered if Mrs. Parnell is into—”
“No!” I barked the word and let go of him long enough to clap my hands over my ears. “Jesus, stop. Seth, god… my dick. It’s turning into a wet noodle.”
“Then I’m gonna have to slurp it,” Walker said before doing exactly that. Within seconds it was hard as steel again.
“Hands and knees, beautiful,” I said, leaning in for a deep kiss before smacking his hip and allowing him to roll over.
He presented his ass to me in a giant cat stretch and then looked back with a feline grin.
“You remind me of Axe,” I said.
“Who’s Axe?”
“You know, my cat.”
“You mean, Kiki? Muffin? Daisy?”
“How ’bout Harley or Jett? Scorch, maybe,” I said as I ran light fingers up and down his crease. He sucked in a breath.
“Poppy or Skittles perhaps,” he said before groaning as my lips came down on the sensitive ring around his hole. “Oh my fuck.”
“Mm-hmm.”
I teased and mouthed and sucked the hell out of him until he was whimpering and begging me to fuck him. My hands held his cheeks open and my eyes stayed open to watch his back muscles shift as he arched and cursed under my touch.