Chapter 14
Marcus
It was close to midnight and downtown Sagebrush was silent. I stood in my office, looking out the window down Main Street. There wasn’t a person or a vehicle in sight. My heart pounded in my chest, excitement thrumming through my veins. Xavier had texted a few minutes ago, saying he was on his way.
I couldn’t wait.
I’d been thinking about him almost nonstop since the last time he was in my office.
I couldn’t get the thought of his lips wrapped around my cock out of my mind.
And I wanted to taste him again so badly I could barely stand it.
My cock had been standing at attention for nearly an hour now, straining against my jeans.
I needed him again, badly. It was making it almost impossible to think.
But then I saw lights turning onto Main Street, my breath catching. As they got closer, I realized it was Xavier’s rental. And, just like I’d said, he pulled around back of the sheriff’s office. I practically sprinted to the rear entrance, pushing it open before he’d even gotten out of the SUV.
He looked up when he saw me, a slow smile spreading across his face that made my knees weak.
He was wearing those impossibly tight jeans again and a mesh shirt that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
I could see every line of his smooth, toned chest through the fabric, and my mouth went dry.
“Hey, Sheriff,” he said, grabbing a large bag from the passenger seat. “Miss me?”
“Get inside,” I said, my voice coming out rougher than I intended. “Before someone sees you.”
He raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue, following me through the back entrance. I locked the door behind us, my hands shaking slightly with anticipation. As soon as we were inside, I grabbed him by the waist and pulled him against me, kissing him hard.
He made a surprised sound but melted into it immediately, his hands coming up to grip my shirt. The bag he’d been carrying hit the floor with a soft thud, forgotten. I backed him up against the wall, pressing my body against his, and felt his cock already hard through those tight jeans.
“Someone’s eager,” he murmured against my lips when we finally broke apart for air.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” I admitted, my hands sliding under that mesh shirt to feel his smooth skin. “Couldn’t concentrate on anything else.”
“Good,” he said, his fingers working at the buttons of my shirt. “Because I brought something I think you’re going to like.”
I glanced down at the bag on the floor, then back at him. “Is that—”
“My toy? Yeah.” He grinned, that wicked gleam in his eyes that I was starting to crave. “You said you wanted to see it. And I thought maybe... you’d like to watch me use it.”
My cock twitched hard in my jeans, and I had to take a deep breath to keep from coming right then and there. “Jesus, Xavier.”
“Is that a yes, Sheriff?” He pushed my shirt off my shoulders, his hands roaming over my chest. “Because I’ve been thinking about it too. Thinking about you watching me, that intense stare of yours on me while I ride it. Getting myself ready for this.”
I groaned, capturing his lips again. This man was going to be the death of me, and I was starting to think it might be worth it.
“Yes,” I said when we broke apart. “God, yes. I want to watch you.”
His smile was pure sin. “Then sit down and let me put on a show for you.”
I moved to my desk chair, my legs feeling unsteady. Xavier picked up his bag and set it on my desk, pulling out a large dildo that made my eyes widen. It was thick and realistic, and the thought of watching him take that inside himself had my cock throbbing painfully.
“You like it?” he asked, setting it on the desk. “I picked one that’s about your size. Thought it might be good practice.”
I swallowed hard, my mouth going dry at the implication. Practice for what came next. For when he’d take me instead of silicone.
“You’re killing me,” I managed, adjusting myself in the chair. The fabric of my jeans was practically cutting off circulation at this point.
Xavier’s eyes dropped to my crotch, and he bit his lower lip in a way that should’ve been illegal. “Good. Now sit back and don’t touch yourself. Not until I say you can.”
“Can I at least take my pants off?”
He glanced down at my cock, clearly visible through my jeans. “Yes,” he nodded. “But I’m serious, no touching.”
I nodded eagerly, reaching down to undo my belt buckle.
A sigh of relief left my lips as I pulled the denim off, my cock springing free as I spread my legs wide.
Already there was pre-cum gathering at my tip, but true to my word, I kept my hands off.
I gripped the armrests of my chair, my knuckles going white.
This was torture. Beautiful, exquisite torture.
He set the dildo aside for a moment and started stripping, slowly peeling that mesh shirt over his head. I’d seen him shirtless before, but this felt different. This was deliberate, sensual. He was performing for me, and God help me, I was riveted.
The tight jeans came next, and he took his time with those too, hooking his thumbs in the waistband and shimmying them down his hips inch by agonizing inch. No underwear. Of course there wasn’t. The man was completely bare underneath, his cock already hard and leaking.
“Fuck,” I breathed, my grip on the armrests tightening even more.
“Not yet,” he said with a smirk. “But soon.”
He was completely naked now, standing in the middle of my office like some kind of fantasy come to life.
Every inch of him was smooth and tanned, not a single hair anywhere except for that perfectly styled dark hair on his head.
My eyes tracked down his body, taking in the defined muscles of his chest and abs, the sharp cut of his hip bones, and his cock standing proud against his stomach.
He reached into the bag again and pulled out a bottle of lube, setting it on the desk next to the dildo. Then he surprised me by climbing up onto my desk, pushing aside some papers and my coffee mug to make room.
“Xavier, what are you—”
“Giving you the best view in the house,” he interrupted, spreading his legs so I could see everything. He was only a foot away from my face now, close enough that I could reach out and touch if I wanted to. But I kept my hands locked on the armrests like he’d told me to.
He uncapped the lube and poured some onto his fingers, maintaining eye contact with me the whole time. Then he turned around, his smooth round ass on fully display. His hand reached between his legs, and I watched as he started to work himself open.
His back arched, a soft moan escaping his lips as he pushed one finger inside his tight pink hole. I’d never seen anything so erotic in my entire life. My cock was throbbing so hard it was almost painful, but I didn’t move. Couldn’t move. I was completely transfixed.
“Been thinking about you all night,” he said, his voice breathy as he added a second finger. “Thinking about your hands on me, your tongue… your thick cock.”
I groaned, my fingers digging harder into the armrests. Watching him pleasure himself like this, hearing the wet sounds as he worked himself open, was almost more than I could handle. My cock jerked against my stomach, another bead of precum sliding down the shaft.
“You’re doing so good,” he praised, glancing back at me over his shoulder. “Keeping your hands to yourself like I asked. Such a good boy, Sheriff.”
Those words shouldn’t have affected me the way they did, but heat rushed through my body at the praise. I’d spent my whole life being in control, being the authority figure. But here, in this office with Xavier, I was letting him take the lead. And God, it felt incredible.
He added a third finger, his breathing getting heavier. I could see his hole stretching around his digits, could see how ready he was getting. My mouth watered with the urge to lean forward and taste him, to replace his fingers with my tongue.
“Almost ready,” he murmured, pulling his fingers out slowly. He reached for the dildo, coating it generously with lube. Then he positioned it against my desk, the suction cup base holding it in place. “Now for the main event.”
He straddled the toy, still facing away so I could see it press against his lubed hole. Slowly, so fucking slowly, he began to lower himself onto it. I watched as the thick head breached his hole, watched his face contort with pleasure as he took it inch by inch.
“Fuck,” he gasped, his eyes fluttering closed. “It’s so big.”
I couldn’t look away. My entire world had narrowed to this moment, to watching Xavier sink down onto that dildo right in front of me. His thighs were trembling with the effort of taking it slow, and his cock was leaking steadily onto my desk.
When he was finally seated all the way down, he paused, breathing hard. He glanced over his shoulder, his eyes locked onto mine, and the heat in them nearly scorched me.
“You like watching me?” he asked, rolling his hips experimentally. “Like seeing me ride this cock, pretending it’s yours?”
“Yes,” I rasped, my voice barely recognizable. “God, yes.”
He started to move then, lifting himself up before sinking back down. The wet sounds filled my office, obscene and perfect. His cock bounced with each movement, and I wanted to lean forward and take him in my mouth, wanted to taste him while he fucked himself on that toy.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded breathlessly. “I want to watch you stroke that beautiful cock while I ride this.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. My hand wrapped around my shaft immediately, and the relief was instant. I started stroking in time with his movements, watching him take that dildo over and over again.
“That’s it,” he moaned, his pace increasing. “Just like that, Marcus. Show me how you’d stroke yourself thinking about me.”
I stroked myself harder, my eyes never leaving Xavier’s body as he rode that dildo on my desk.
His smooth skin was glistening with a thin sheen of sweat now, his muscles flexing with each movement.
The sight was intoxicating, better than anything I could have imagined during all those lonely nights.
“You look so good,” I groaned, my hand moving faster. “Taking every last inch of that thick cock.”
He moaned louder at my words, his movements becoming more frantic.
One of his hands reached down to stroke his own cock while the other braced against my desk for support.
I could see everything from this angle—the way that thick toy stretched him open, the way his body eagerly took it again and again.
“Marcus,” he gasped, his voice desperate now. “I’m close. So fucking close.”
“Turn around and let me suck you,” I urged, my own orgasm building at the base of my spine. “Ride that cock until you cum in my mouth.”
I watched Xavier’s eyes darken with lust at my words, and without hesitation, he lifted himself off the dildo with a wet sound that made my cock throb even harder.
He turned around, facing me now, and repositioned himself over the toy.
I had a perfect view of his face as he sank back down onto it, his expression one of pure bliss.
“Fuck, yes,” he moaned, his cock now right in front of my face as he started riding again. “You want this cock, Sheriff? Want to taste me while I fuck myself?”
“Please,” I begged, not even caring how desperate I sounded. I leaned forward, my tongue darting out to lick at the precum beading at his tip.
The taste of him exploded across my tongue, salty and perfect, and I groaned around him as I took him deeper into my mouth. His hands flew to my hair, gripping tight as he continued to ride that dildo, fucking himself while I sucked him.
“Oh god, Marcus,” he gasped, his hips jerking. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”
I hollowed my cheeks, taking him as deep as I could while my hand continued stroking my own aching cock. The dual sensation of pleasuring him while working myself was almost overwhelming. I could feel my orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter in my belly.
Xavier’s movements became erratic, his thighs trembling as he bounced on that toy. I knew he was close, could feel it in the way his cock pulsed against my tongue, the way his fingers tightened almost painfully in my hair.
“I’m gonna cum,” he warned, his voice breaking. “Marcus, I’m—oh fuck!”
His cock pulsed in my mouth, hot spurts of cum hitting the back of my throat.
I swallowed it all down, not wanting to waste a single drop, and the taste of him pushed me over the edge.
My own orgasm crashed through me, my hand stroking frantically as I came all over the floor, thick ropes of cum painting the back wall of my desk.
Xavier collapsed forward against me, both of us breathing hard, his body still impaled on that dildo. I released his softening cock from my mouth and rested my forehead against his stomach, feeling his heart hammering beneath his smooth skin.
“Jesus Christ,” I panted, my whole body trembling with aftershocks. “I’ve never…”
“Good, right?” he grinned, his fingers now gently stroking through my hair instead of gripping it. “I figured you’d never seen anything like that before.”
“No I have not…”
I pulled back enough to look up at him, and the sight of him—flushed and sated and beautiful—made my chest feel tight in a way that had nothing to do with physical exertion.
“You’re dangerous,” I said, meaning it in more ways than one.
He smiled, that knowing smirk that I was becoming addicted to. “You have no idea.” Then he paused, tilting his head to the side. “Do you want to come to a bachelor party?”