16. Jimmy
Jimmy
I ’d heard the crunch of wheels on gravel and had caught sight of Sutton pulling into the driveway while chasing after a wayward basketball toss from my opponent.
Butterflies had erupted and continued to swarm in my stomach while DJ and I played one-on-one, teasing and talking smack.
He easily outshone me with his natural athletic abilities, and I couldn’t use the excuse for my missed baskets because of Sutton’s gaze on me for a few brief moments I’d felt his stare.
The warmth of his eyes disappeared, but the cruiser didn’t drive off.
I tired long before DJ did, and I eventually managed to talk him into heading in for some lemonade, hating how sweat caused my T-shirt to cling to my body.
When we entered the kitchen, the sound of heavy footfalls up the hallway and the closing of the front door kicked up another burst of adrenaline.
“Gotta head out, kiddo!” I called over my shoulder, leaving DJ behind where he began to rummage in the fridge.
“Bye, bud!” he hollered.
Mary stood in the hallway, and I sidled around her with a quick kiss to her cheek.
“What’s the rush?” she asked with a chuckle—and knowing look.
I winked and scurried out the door before shutting it gently behind me. “Chief!” I called out as he reached his cruiser.
He turned, his quick glance over my sweaty body heating me more than the half hour I’d spent shooting hoops.
I stopped in front of him, breathless and flashing a grin, praying my sweat-stained shirt wasn’t as disgusting to him as it was to me. “I was hoping to catch you before you left.”
“What do you need, Jimmy?” His tone held its usual suspicion, but I couldn’t be bothered because those words .
God damn , I loved when he asked me that, and I had a million and one possible answers.
“How about we meet for dinner tonight and I’ll explain every single one of my needs in detail?” I suggested with a promising smirk that usually awarded me a mouth or ass full of dick.
As usual, Sutton didn’t appear moved by my blatant flirting, his brow furrowing as though annoyed by my flirty behavior. But how else was I supposed to show my interest?
Remembering his hard length grinding against mine gave me the courage to strive onward regardless of the inner sirens warning me of even more impending disappointment.
“Or we could go straight for dessert at my room at The Moose.” I flicked one of his buttons while taking in every glorious inch of the chief in his somewhat rumpled uniform.
Shit.
My grin wiped away as I remembered why Sutton might not be his usual pristine self. “Is Kurt okay?” I asked, all trace of toying with the chief gone from my voice.
Sutton’s steady gaze lightened slightly as though he was proud of me for thinking outside of my own selfishness.
“He’s sleeping off the booze on your favorite jail cell cot.”
I grimaced. “God—don’t remind me.”
“You’ve come a long way since then, Jimmy. It’s nice to see you investing in DJ’s life.”
Warmth welled inside me at the words of praise I’d been desperate to hear leaving his lips. I couldn’t contain the heart eyes shining from my face as I peered up at him. “So about that dessert…”
Sutton narrowed his gaze even though interest and heat resided behind his stern stare. “Knock it off.”
“Yes, da?—”
He popped an eyebrow in warning at the same time a voice cut through his radio requesting his presence back at the station.
I squirmed, my backside aching for his hand and hole desperate for the stretching sting of his cock.
“Be a good boy and stay out of trouble,” Sutton said, pulling his door open.
Good boy.
Holy fucking hell…
I shivered and stared as Sutton backed out of Mary’s driveway, his gaze flicking down over me with definite desire in his eyes before he drove away. “Jesus,” I whispered while fanning my face and heading toward my car.
I hadn’t lied to Sutton that night in the bathroom—I trusted him.
But I didn’t trust who I was beneath the exterior I allowed him to see.
One moment of weakness had revealed the emotional ugliness beneath.
The connection and affection-starved clinger who didn’t know how to stop the driving force for attention spurring me on.
What man would want to get tangled up with someone as broken as me?
I lay curled in my bed at The Moose later that night, staring off into the darkness, replaying every minute I’d spent in Sutton’s presence since returning to Pippen Creek.
I was desperate for some sort of assurance, the slightest hint of possibility, he might be swayed toward lowering his own walls regardless of me not being good enough for him.
His body might want mine, but I longed for a hell of a lot more than physical release.
I teased him about being a daddy and didn’t really have interest in that type of dynamic, but I yearned for the safety of his presence, the quietness in my mind while being wrapped up in his arms. His nature was to protect and nurture—exactly what I craved, a perfect fit for every single one of my needs.
A weight sat heavy on my chest as frustration over my shortcomings ruined every single fantasy I’d built up over the years.
My cell dinged, and I heaved an exhale, rolling to grab it off the bed stand.
A zing zapped straight to my groin at the name I’d given the chief, and giddy bubbles popped in my belly. Breath held, I tapped the text box open.
Daddy McDreamy: I appreciate you looking out for DJ.
I nibbled on the inside of my lip. Was he telling me that as the police chief of this town, or was there more behind him reaching out to me for the first time with words he had to know would make my heart swell?
I debated on how to reply but decided on a game plan change.
Maybe giving Sutton what he desired from me—honesty—would lead me toward that damned sunset I longed for.
Me: He’s a good kid and doesn’t deserve the cards he’s been dealt.
I stared at the screen in anticipation of another ding, proud of myself for not going my usual route even though my libido climbed aboard the flirt and fuck train while waiting for a reply.
Daddy McDreamy: You’re proof that a phoenix can rise above the ashes, Jimmy.
My throat went tight—if he only knew the truth about where my money had come from, he wouldn’t think so highly of me.
Me: Careful, daddy. Words like that will make me believe I have a chance at getting into your bed rather than the old jail cell cot.
So much for that change of plans. Deflection and not being able to accept a compliment to the rescue. Even though I was disappointed with what my fingers had typed out, I held my breath, imagining his cocked eyebrow and the unspoken threat of putting me in my place.
Yes, please.
The cell rang, scaring the shit out of me, and I shrieked, fumbling with shaking hands to keep from dropping it. I swiped to answer.
“Do not call me that,” Sutton ordered with his sexy cop voice before I could say hello.
I took a deep breath to steady my nerves. “But you play the role so well,” I murmured, my pulse thrumming as I lay back, my dick going from semi to granite. “And I gotta admit—I’m struggling to be the good boy you want me to be.”
“Jimmy.” His tone lowered, full of warning.
Unfortunately, I’d had enough vulnerability for the day and went the easy route. I slid my hand beneath my lace panties to fondle my balls that were creeping up against my groin. “Hmm?”
Silence settled between us as I stroked myself a few times, my breaths growing intentionally louder and shallow.
Neither of us spoke, but I could sense the sexual energy rippling through the connection between our ears.
I had to believe he’d meant for this to happen—why else would he call me rather than text me to knock it off?
“Sutton?” I breathed his name.
“Yeah, Jimmy?” He sounded on edge but without the usual guardedness—or resignation. He wanted this as much as I did.
I put him on speaker so I had both hands to give me what I needed. A pearl of pre-cum welled at my slit, and I smeared the slickness over my cockhead with a soft whimper. “Feels so damned good,” I whispered.
“Are you touching yourself right now?” Sutton’s tone hinted at the same desire racing through my blood, and I had more honesty for him as greediness rose up inside me, choking me with its potency.
“I always touch myself when I’m thinking about you,” I admitted, my heart racing and voice shaking. “You’re my favorite distraction, my ultimate fantasy—but it’s never enough.”
His low curse reached over the line and sent shivers down my spine.
“I need you, Sutton,” I begged, my voice breaking from sheer desperation as I fucked up into my fist. “Tell me what to do. Please .”
“Goddammit.” He hissed a few more curses, and I moaned. “Are you wet for me?” he asked, his voice ragged and sexy as fuck.
“Always,” I whimpered as more pre-cum slid down my length, my chest fluttering with the wings of a million butterflies. “Hard and aching .”
“Is your hole needy too, baby boy?”
“Oh, Jesus— fuck , Sutton.” I gulped, body curling inward as my stomach tightened. “You’re going to make me come.”
“Pinch your tip—now,” he demanded, and I did as told, cursing him for interrupting the climax of the century. “Jimmy?”
“I—I stopped myself.” I gasped, shuddering and wincing over the ache in my balls.
“Good boy.”
“Shit.” I choked on a laugh while yanking down on my firm sac. “You can’t say those words when you aren’t in front of me. Makes me lust to fall to my knees and worship your dick, Sutton. God damn , I want your cock on my tongue. Your cum coating the back of my throat and filling my belly.”
A low growl filled my ear, and shivers raised the hairs on my skin. My eyelids slammed shut as my mind went on a fantasy bender, living out in color where he was and what he did.
“Are you touching your dick?” I asked, praying like hell he was.
He grunted as I imagined his strong grip on his thick length. “Yes.”
Curses spilled from my lips at his admission of desire, and I had to squeeze the base of my dick. “Sutton…”
“Slow but firm strokes, Jimmy. Edge yourself for me.”
Yes, fucking , sir.
“Are your balls tight?”
“Uh huh,” I croaked.
“Pull them down and play with them.”
I hummed, planting my feet on the mattress and widening my shaky legs for better access. “Wish it was your hands on me, Chief. Tugging on my guiche piercing,” I murmured, fingertip flicking over the ring in my taint.
“Christ,” he bit the word out, and I imagined him squeezing his cock to stop himself from shooting before I did. “Suck on your fingers.”
“Oh God.” Heat flushing my body, I did as told, shoving three digits over my tongue and getting them sloppy wet.
“Did you listen like a good boy?”
“Damned right, I did,” I replied, breathless and already smearing saliva over my pucker.
“Slide one in your hole, baby boy. Make yourself feel good but don’t come.”
A low keening noise rose in my chest as I obeyed, but after a single stroke, I added another. “Need more—so much more. Not enough.”
“Jesus, Jimmy.” Sutton groaned in my ear, sending another shockwave of goose bumps over my skin.
“Please,” I whispered, sliding three fingers up my ass, a delicious sting causing my breath to stutter.
“You want to come for me?”
“Yes— fuck , yes. So bad.” I gasped, gliding over my prostate with steady strokes.
“Shoot all the fuck over your abs, Jimmy. Milk yourself dry for me.”
My eyelids flew upward on a gasp, and I watched as spunk laced from my slit clear to my chest. “Ung,” I grunted, gulping and gasping as throbs in my groin sent pulses along my stomach. “Sutton…”
My head spun, lungs desperate for oxygen as I panted and slowly settled, my brain blissed the fuck out and extremities tingling with a glorious afterglow I wanted to last for eternity.
I ran my hands through the warm cum on my torso as a shuddered sigh rippled through my lax body. “That had to be the most satisfying orgasm ever .”
“Mmm,” he hummed.
I licked over my dry lower lip, wishing his cum covered my flesh and coated my tongue. “Did you come?”
“No.”
My brow furrowed, elation dimming at his firm tone. “Why not?”
Maybe he was saving his load for my ass. Or perhaps he wanted to make that other wish of mine come true—flood my mouth and stomach.
“Good night, Jimmy.”
“Wait—”
But he was gone.
I flopped back on my bed, scowling as the sweet tingles from seconds before faded into nothingness. “What. The. Actual. Fuck?”
He’d given me a hint of heaven, how delicious we could be together. No way in hell would I let him regret or forget this deviation off whatever straight and narrow path he traveled.
It’s on.