17. Sutton
Sutton
J immy told me he needed me, and I fucking caved, having phone sex for the first time in my forty-three years.
Why the fuck had I called him? I’d told myself not to do it while hitting send rather than reply via text. Cursed myself the second he’d answered, but his voice had lacked the usual low coyness. He’d sounded… real . Walls down. Vulnerable in his desire.
Exactly as I yearned for him to be with me.
It’d been a long two days since that night I’d denied myself an orgasm, my grip tight as a vise on my throbbing cock’s base. I refused to rub one out to thoughts of Jimmy on his knees for me. Letting him into my fantasies might as well be offering him the key to my heart.
Couldn’t fucking do it. Didn’t trust myself or him, no matter the evidence he’d grown up while away from home.
But a part of me whispered I saved my load for the day I lost the battle with temptation and Jimmy peered up at me from where my cock lodged in his throat, his eyes watering and begging me to give him what he needed—a belly full of cum.
My cell dinged for the third time since I’d gotten into the office on Tuesday morning, and same as every notification, a shot of adrenaline caused blood to rush to my groin where my cock already lay half-hard against my thigh.
“Damn him,” I muttered, unable to help myself from opening up the one-sided thread of texts Jimmy had been sending me since I’d talked him through his orgasm.
He’d included a picture of cum-covered fingers teasing his extended tongue with its metal bar.
“Jesus,” I croaked, having to squeeze my junk again.
Not even Darla’s daily voicemail had deflated my dick fully. The woman ought to take a hint and leave me the hell alone. Hadn’t she learned that I wouldn’t be manipulated again into putting her needs above my own?
There was that damned word.
My gaze flicked up to the two previous images the neediest person I’d met had sent—Jimmy’s hard, pink cock with its dribble of pre-cum oozing down its length, and a close-up of sticky white stripes over his taut stomach and the belly piercing I lusted to lick along with the one in his taint he’d admitted to having.
The boy was such a delicious distraction.
My dick throbbed, and I rubbed a hand over my face but couldn’t keep from staring at his wet tongue.
Plump lips about to close over his cum-soaked fingers to suck them clean.
Memories of his whimpers and moans while finding release over the phone with me flooded my mind, causing my cock to buck in the confines of my uniform pants.
“Christ.” I swallowed hard, shut my cell off, and slammed it face down atop my desk.
A knock sounded on my office door, and Officer Jones poked his head in before I could get a hold on myself. My face had to be beet-fucking-red as I shifted on my chair.
“Hey, Chief—thanks for helping my wife with the flat tire this morning.”
I cleared my throat, glad to have something else to focus on other than the blueness of my balls. “Glad I happened to be driving behind her when she hit that pothole.”
He grinned, seeming completely unaware of my unease and embarrassment. A detective, he would never make with his lack of suspicion. “She told me the boys called you a superhero.”
I chuckled over the memory of all four little noses of the Jones kids pressing against the passenger side windows while I’d switched out the car’s tire for its spare.
“Pippen Creek would be lost without its oak,” Officer Jones claimed before giving me a two-fingered salute and quietly shutting my door again.
My gaze flitted toward my window overlooking Main Street, and I watched vehicles and people passing by. It wasn’t the first time I’d been compared to a towering, strong tree.
Talk about a facade.
I snorted, shaking my head.
Everyone wore a fucking mask. No one made it through life without secret fears, weaknesses, and suspicions that kept them from truly living.
My main reason for squashing the desires deep inside me sauntered past my window, but the rising sun, without doubt, hid me from his curious, searching eyes.
Jimmy wore tight jeans and a hoodie, his pale hair a rumpled mess.
A flush highlighted his cheekbones from his recent release, a soft curve lifting his lips as though knowing what he’d done to me and finding complete satisfaction in driving me insane.
He stole my goddamned breath and disappeared from sight.
“Fucking hell,” I muttered to myself, shoving back my chair and pressing hard against my bulge that refused to relent.
Should have jerked off in the shower that morning rather than curse my straining length.
What did it matter if I eased the ache to the memory of his beautiful face and the noises he’d made while being a good boy for me?
I snorted.
Oak, my ass.
Babs eyed me as I strode across the entryway. “Let me guess,” she said with a glint in her eyes. “Pippen Creek’s prodigal son just walked past on his way to Scone Haven for his morning coffee, which made your tongue water for a taste of him—I mean, coffee.”
I scowled when she winked. “You see too much, Babs.”
“Double shot of espresso in mine, please!” she called as I exited the front door.
The cool fall air filled my lungs as I dragged in deep breaths, trying to calm my racing libido.
What the fuck was I going to do with him?
Order him to his knees.
Choke him with my dick.
Crush him with my weight while flooding his ass with the cum he lusted for.
Cursing my one-track mind, I shoved in Scone Haven’s door.
Jimmy leaned against the counter, hip popped out, tight backside as mouthwatering as ever. His eyes sparkled as he murmured something through his coy smirk to Kel, the shop’s owner, who handed him a to-go cup and small bag.
My stomach hardened and hackles rose as I sharply stepped across the tiled floor.
“Chief,” Kel greeted me with his usual flatlined lips. I’d never once seen the grumpy fucker smile. Good to know he didn’t have a thing for Jimmy, but that ugliness in my gut over Jimmy flirting with him remained.
“Kel,” I grunted. Jimmy’s slow-turning head took me in from head to booted toes and held me captive.
“Chief,” Jimmy murmured, his cheeks still a luscious shade of pink. He straightened from where he’d all but draped himself in offering to Kel, rubbing a fingertip over his lower lip to hide his satisfied smile.
He’d done this on purpose. Knew I would follow and had set me up to make me jealous—or at least hope to make me jealous. Maybe stake a claim.
Molars grinding, I tore my focus off him for the baker.
“Usual?” Kel asked, already moving to grab enough cups to supply the station like I always did when stopping by in the morning.
“Orange cranberry scones too,” I added, my body tensed and vibrating from annoyance and deep-seated desire I couldn’t seem to escape no matter how much Jimmy’s actions got under my skin.
Jimmy sidled closer—of course he fucking did—brushing his shoulder against my arm in order to get my attention.
I attempted to stare stonily ahead but caved.
Again.
Baby blues peered up at me, alive with light, mischief, and a whole lot of lust, and while that last bit might be real, the rest was a facade as usual. And here I’d thought he had started to lower his walls with me.
Mine had slammed firmly back into place thanks to his attempt to orchestrate a situation to get what he wanted.
“You’ve been ignoring my texts,” he murmured low enough none of the other patrons sitting at small tables around the cafe would hear.
“Been busy.” I all but grunted the words.
He flicked at one of my buttons, too damned close to my groin.
A muscle ticked in my jaw as I fought the need to grab him by his sweatshirt and shove him against a wall. Ravage him regardless of onlookers. Tear off his goddamned mask. Make him beg—and give the fuck in until we were both broken down to our baser selves, sticky with sweat and cum.
“Feeling extra needy today, Sutton,” he whispered, leaning in too damned close for comfort.
My eyelids slammed shut, nostrils flaring as I fought for control. The boy knew the words that threatened my rigid stance on avoiding hurt.
“Can’t stop touching myself, reliving every second of that phone call.”
“Jesus, Jimmy.”
He smirked, rubbing an inconspicuous fingertip over my shirt. “Wouldn’t mind a repeat—or three.”
Kel set a carryout tray of coffees and to-go bag on the counter, and I cleared my throat, stepping closer to pull out my wallet, thankful as fuck for my tight briefs.
I paid, too aware of the lustful gaze on my back. Heat flooded through me, and I prayed the pre-cum oozing from my trapped cock didn’t leak so much that a wet spot marked my trousers. “Thanks, Kel.”
“Anytime, Chief.”
Nodding, I turned away, intent on the exit and freedom from the suffocating desire from sharing a room with Jimmy.
He followed me out into the cool air, and I walked at a brisk pace, cursing myself for chasing after him to Scone Haven in the first place.
“Hey.” He scurried to keep up with me. “You ought to take me with you for a ride along like you used to do.”
My imagination went straight to road head and how Jimmy’s pouty lips would look like wrapped around my dick. Big blue eyes all watery from me shoving my length deep into his throat?—
“No.” I stumbled to a stop, my groin aching as I faced him fully.
Jimmy bumped into me on purpose. “Oops.” He flashed a grin at me, eyelids heavy with an obvious invite to do whatever the hell I wanted with his body.
“Jimmy.” My tone carried warning.
“Yes…Sutton?” He winked, pretending to have caught himself from calling me daddy.
I wasn’t about to good boy him no matter how badly he longed to hear those words from my lips. But fuck, did I want to see him melt by giving him what he needed.
“Enough, boy,” I hissed, leaning down to get in his face. “We’re not doing this.”
“There’s no stopping that train you put in motion when you made me come so hard I almost blacked out, Chief.”
A muscle ticked in my jaw.
“You started an engine that won’t quit until I’m boneless beneath you, my insides coated with your hot cum, my spunk smeared between our sweaty bodies.”
I swallowed hard, my cells buzzing and balls drawn up tight. “Jesus, Jimmy.”
“I’m so damned hard for you my lace panties are wet.”
Fucking. Hell.
I spun on my heel and stormed off as best I could considering the hard bulge between my thighs.
And I’d thought Jimmy Riley was trouble before. He was temptation, the promise of deliciousness beneath.
But I wanted the treasure beneath the pretty package with its tightly tied bow.
Realness twenty-four seven. Raw emotion like he’d shown me his first day back in town, not this coy brat who tried to steer the outcome of our interactions. I’d had enough of that the first time around with my ex.
I desired everything Jimmy hid behind lock and key, but if he couldn’t give me honesty, I refused to touch him.