21. Sutton
Sutton
T he boy had to go and say the one thing that would crumble my walls, but it was the raw desire in his eyes that assured me his tactics to get at my dick went beyond trickery. I bet my life that what he craved ran close to what I did.
Emotional connection.
Affection and affirmation.
Dark pupils ate at the blue of his irises as he stared at my groin, my cock, which had been half-hard all damned evening, thickening beneath his gaze.
He licked his lower lip, but the action seemed instinctive rather than tactical, like a child filled with anticipation over a tasty treat that would be sweeter than any chocolate bar on his tongue.
He and I had been on a crash course since the night he’d shown up at Frenchie’s in August. There was no denying the magnetic pull between us, the connection of puzzle pieces created by different yet perfectly aligned needs.
But how long would this last?
My pulse hummed with steady thumps beneath my skin that had become overly sensitive to restrictive material, but I wasn’t about to rip off my clothing and fulfill my lust. This boy had been through the fire, and he deserved the satisfaction of unwrapping the gift he viewed me as.
Even if I ended up trampled beneath his heel, my heart nothing but a bruised lump in my chest.
Choice made, I spread my arms across the back of the couch and widened my legs to ease the ache growing in my groin.
Jimmy took the action as the invite I’d intended, sliding into the space between my knees, trembling hands landing atop my thighs, the warmth of his palms searing me through the denim separating us.
He tore his focus off my dick and stared up at me.
Masks and walls had shimmered out of existence earlier, and vulnerability flared to life between us in the most honest, silent communication we had ever shared.
“Take what you need, baby boy,” I murmured.
A shudder ripped through Jimmy’s entire frame as a whimper leaked from his pouty lips, causing my dick to buck inside my jeans.
Jesus, he would be the death of me.
His hands fumbled with the button, and I lifted my hips slightly to make the dragging of my zipper over my aching cock easier.
He huffed over finding restrictive briefs in his way, but that didn’t cause him a second’s hesitation. Warm fingers fished me free from my briefs, balls and all. My shaft throbbed in his grip, and I hissed as he tugged down on my foreskin, revealing the swollen, leaking tip.
“Oh, God, I knew it,” he croaked, eyes wide as he stared. “Your dick is perfect .” He licked his lips. “You could stuff me full twice a day, every day without a problem.”
I gripped hold of the couch to keep from taking over and making him be my good boy. “Jimmy,” I rasped his name, my voice betraying how he’d already wrecked me.
“Yeah, Chief,” he whispered—and fucking jammed me straight into his throat.
“Fuck!” My hips jolted up on their own, my hands clasping around Jimmy’s head.
He didn’t gag but swallowed, the wet heat of his flesh tightening around my cockhead with welcomeness I’d never experienced before.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” I hissed, gyrating my hips to fuck deep into his throat, my focus on his gorgeous lips wrapped around me, the metal ball through his tongue gliding along the back of my dick.
“Beautiful boy—fuck.” I pulled him off me, and he filled his lungs before whimpering, trying to go at me again, mouth open, pierced tongue searching. “Jimmy. What the hell?”
I gave him control and stared as he loved on my shaft, licking and sucking, lavishing kisses along my saliva-soaked length, burying his face in my balls and sniffing. Fucking nibbling and leading me to the edge. The boy was a blow job god, worthy of worship.
“You’re gonna make me come,” I warned, and he closed his mouth over my tip, sucking hard while playing with my sac. “Fuck.” I grasped his head and shoved him down while thrusting up. Slick heat enshrouded me, and I cursed as my taint throbbed.
Cum shot through my shaft, and Jimmy shuddered as the first spurt erupted into his throat.
“Fuck yes.” I grunted, stabbing into him again, loving how having control over his body caused him to shudder, eyes rolled into his head. “Jesus, you’re so good for me, boy—perfect mouth.” I thrust, giving him another spurt. “Talented tongue—goddamned piercing—Jesus, boy.”
Curses and praise continued to spill from me as he greedily gulped every dribble of my cum as though he’d been starved of sustenance.
Satisfaction rose up inside me like I’d accomplished my life’s purpose, and I choked on a laugh over the absurdity of my thoughts while releasing my hold on Jimmy’s hair.
But he stayed on my dick, slurping and sucking me until I softened.
Shuddering, Jimmy finally lay his cheek on my thigh, eyes closed, a smile curving his generous, reddened mouth.
I soothed my shaking hand over his head, fingers sifting through his soft waves of pale gold. “Such a good boy.” I murmured what would fill his heart with happiness.
He shivered as I continued to pet him, releasing a slow, contented sigh when I’d been the one who’d come so damned hard my vision had gone black.
Had he…
I pulled Jimmy off the floor and onto my lap where he curled up, nuzzling his face into my neck. He fit perfectly in my arms as though he’d been made for me. I glanced down at his groin…
Wetness coated the front of his jeans.
“Jesus,” I whispered, sliding my fingertips over the evidence of the pleasure he’d derived from me giving him what he’d been after since coming back home. What he needed from me.
Another shuddering sigh sank him deeper into my arms, and I wrapped him up tight, kissing his hair and closing my eyes while basking in the rightness of this moment. The fulfillment I’d always longed for but had never felt.
Jimmy had owned me for years, but tonight, I had submitted myself to the sure doom that awaited me.
Sassy, coy Jimmy caught my breath.
Sleepy, sated Jimmy hurt my heart in the best way possible.
I carried him to my bed and stripped him bare.
Finding piercings through his nipples then the sight of cum-soaked, lace panties clinging to his skin brought a groan from deep in my chest. And the ring through his taint?
Although I’d had the climax of the century minutes earlier, my spent dick twitched, and my tongue tingled over temptation to flick the metal and maybe even tug a bit.
Next time.
Soft puffed exhales escaped Jimmy’s parted lips as I used a warm, wet cloth to clean between his lax thighs. I loved how his instincts allowed him full rest while I cared for him so intimately. I longed to map out every inch of his skin, memorize every hidden freckle, own him.
I’d given into temptation, hoping I could maybe keep my desire for something more on lockdown while enjoying a physical connection.
What a joke. I wanted Jimmy now more than ever, right where he lay passed out and lightly snoring.
I would fulfill his every whim, whatever need drove him, until he had his fill.
Pain waited around the corner, but I would wait to deal with it rather than be burdened by its weight.
I stared at him as I stripped down to skin, leaving my clothes where they dropped.
Breathed in the sweet scent of him while big-spooning the hell out of his limp form, sliding one of my legs between his and wrapping him in my arms. Nuzzling my nose in his hair, I sighed, sinking into warmth and satisfaction.
I’d failed in helping Darla find healing and become a better person, but I’d been offered a second chance with someone who’d been proving to me since returning to my town that he wasn’t all selfishness and coercion.
I would be Jimmy’s oak for as long as he allowed—and pray like fuck he never took that metaphorical axe in hand.
A handful of soft warmth, a twitch of my middle finger sliding over metal, made me aware of how I held Jimmy before I even opened my eyes.
He still nestled against my chest, breathing deeply even though I cupped his groin as though that part of him belonged to me.
I should have removed my hand from his dick, didn’t have consent to fondle his balls or the ring through his taint while he slept.
But I knew this boy, and he’d made his desires beyond clear. I could lube up my dick, slide balls deep inside his ass, and his greediness would have him begging for more.
Squeezing his junk lightly, I ran my nose along his neck, nipping at his shoulder. A gentle roll of balls more pliant than mine caused a moan to rumble in my chest, and I pressed my morning wood against the most perfect, luscious bubble butt on earth.
I’d never buried my dick in a guy, but I’d done my research and felt somewhat confident I could give Jimmy what he needed. Might not be the best at nailing his prostate, but practice made perfect.
His inhale stuttered, and he whimpered while coming awake, shifting to press his thickening cock into my hand. “Am I dreaming?” he whispered, all sleepy and sweet.
I kissed beneath his ear while wrapping my hand around his shaft.
He mewled, the sound going straight to my groin. Wetness slipped from my slit, and I rubbed against his ass cheek, smearing my pre-cum over his skin. “No, baby boy,” I murmured against his ear.
He shivered, entwining his fingers with my other hand that rested atop his chest.
“Love these.” I flicked over the rings in his nipples and taint while nibbling on his lobe.
“Feels good,” he whispered, shifting his backside so his crack cradled my shaft.
I hissed, clutching him tighter and thrusting along his supple flesh.
“Can you get off like this?” he asked, his hips moving perfectly to rub me through the crevice of his backside. “Or do you want my ass?”
“Fuck.” I groaned as he squeezed his cheeks around me. “This,” I forced myself to say since I would rather take things slow. Enjoy the hell out of every step we could until penetration.
“Do it, Chief. Shoot your cum all over me. Make a mess out of me.”
We moved like a well-oiled machine, the timing of every shift of our muscles leading toward completion. My pre-cum slickened his crack, and my hand pulled some from his shaft until the squelching sounds fought for dominance with our heightened breaths.
I closed my eyes. Rested my forehead on the back of Jimmy’s head, and gave over to chasing my orgasm.
“Sutton,” Jimmy gasped as I smeared my thumb over his slit.
“Come for me, baby,” I ordered. “Soak my hand.”
He shuddered and gifted me what I’d asked for, the first throb of his cock in my palm causing my balls to pulse with release. I cursed and painted his skin with sticky spurts of cum, stroking him through his pleasure until we both lay spent.
“Definitely dreaming,” he said with a soft chuckle, his chest heaving for breath.
“Mmm.” I could stay right there wrapped around Jimmy until the sun fully rose and fell again, leaving us in darkness until light once more flooded the sky.
Would he allow me to have him for more than a day?
How long before he stripped me of every ounce of love I had to give and took off to his next conquest like Darla had done?
This thing between Jimmy and I wasn’t forever—couldn’t possibly be, I reminded myself as a means of protecting my heart.
History had proven to repeat itself, and it would be best to remember that fact.
But fuck, did yearning to cling to him and this feeling of rightness, of completeness, cause me to hope otherwise.
The overthinking was making my stomach roil, but Jimmy shifted before I could, sprawling onto his back and stretching like a satisfied cat who’d lapped up all the cream in its bowl.
Would he hunger for more?
Or sashay away with a sly smirk on his mouth over having gotten what he’d needed from me?
Jesus .
I scrubbed a hand over my face and rolled out of bed, my throat suddenly uncomfortable and dry over the expectation and surety of the latter.
“Where you going, Chief?” he asked with that lowered voice full of mischief and sexual intent, the same slyness that had tried time and again to coerce me into getting naked with him.
Manipulation at its finest. I mourned the vulnerability we’d shared moments before.
His tone caused unease to slide down my spine regardless of what my aching heart wanted, and I strode toward the bathroom, my feet itching to distance my heart from Jimmy’s clutches before it was too late.
“Shower,” I rasped without looking over my shoulder because I was no goddamned oak when it came to him.
I assumed he would ask if I desired company—or maybe just follow me in because he knew he owned my personal space as much as I did.
Jimmy did neither.
And I stepped beneath the hot spray, eyes closed, head hanging, not sure if I wanted him waiting for me when I finished or already long gone so I could attempt to get on with my life.
One taste of realness from that boy had ruined me—I’d taken the goddamned axe to my own legs, severing my ability to draw strength when I needed it most.
Ten or so minutes later, I pulled open the bathroom door.
My bed sat empty, sheets rumpled.
Jimmy, along with his clothes, was gone.
I didn’t have to check the rest of the house.
I could sense his abandonment as clearly as the water droplet that slipped from my wet hair and trickled down my spine.
I swallowed hard as a crack split my chest in two regardless of how I had steeled myself in readiness to be proven right about him needing me.
Jimmy had gotten what he’d wanted and no longer had use of me.
“It’s better this way.” I tried to tell myself the truth, but every part of my body disagreed, leaving me shattered and empty.
Again.
Lips in a grim line, I rebuilt the walls around my heart while putting on my uniform. Set my emotions behind lock and key while buckling on my belt. Shoved the heartache deep as I holstered my gun.
Work and the citizens of Pippen Creek waited on their chief, and no matter how my legs felt chopped out from beneath me, I would not fail in my responsibilities to keep them safe.