28. Jimmy
Jimmy
W e spent all day Sunday in Sutton’s bed, learning each other’s bodies and partaking in the fuck fest of a lifetime. He’d promised stamina, and he didn’t lie. The man had control like none I’d met before, wearing me out so I slept through the night.
Monday, he called off work, and although we rested more than messed around, I’d never felt more fulfilled in my life.
Boston became a blur in my past, and Dad’s usual negative whispers never once roused in my head.
While I didn’t believe in magical dicks that could heal a man’s trauma, Sutton’s proved to be pretty damn close.
I blinked my eyes open to sunlight peeping over the horizon through Sutton’s bedroom window.
The warmth of his chest against my back and his possessive arms clutching me close kept me lax and lazy even though my bladder urged me to move.
Sighing, I snuggled against him, wiggling my hips the slightest bit to rouse his morning wood.
“Minx,” he muttered sleepily, his breath hot in my hair. But, he ground against me, his cock thickening between my thighs.
He’d already warned me he had to go into the office this morning, and he’d insisted I stay put. He wanted me to be the first thing he saw when he walked in after his shift, so who was I to argue?
He groaned while nuzzling my hair and slowly thrusting his uncut cock over my taint and balls. “Mmm,” he hummed and tweaked at my nipples. “Need to wake up like this every morning.”
My heart fluttered, and my eyes stung. Yet another suggestive comment that he hoped this for real—for good. “Want to fuck my hole, Chief?” I asked, tone breathy.
“Don’t have lube on hand. Don’t feel like rolling away from you to get it either.” He rubbed between my thighs, and I squeezed them, giving him more friction.
“Too much?”
“No. Fucking hell, baby.” He squeezed me tighter. “Wrap your soft hand around your cock—get yourself off with me.”
I did as told, a shudder rippling through me at his whispered, “Good boy.”
We stroked together, but I needed wetness to get me there. I spat on my palm and reached between my thighs to give Sutton more than his pre-cum to ease his thrusts. Spat again so fucking my hand wouldn’t chafe.
“Yes,” I hissed, angling my head to reach his mouth, morning breath be damned.
Our tongues tangled in a messy kiss, and I curled an arm behind him, holding onto him as tightly as he did to me.
Pre-cum leaked from my slit, making for an even easier glide over my hard flesh, and Sutton’s persistent poking over my piercing and along my balls caused my eyes to roll.
“Gonna come, Sutton—fuck, you know just how to stroke me.”
He hummed his agreement, sliding his hand up my torso to pluck at one of my nipple rings.
“Fuck!” I bowed, cum shooting from my shaft, spurting over the sheets.
“Jesus, boy.” Sutton thrust hard and held still, his shaft pulsing, wetness soaking my balls. “So good…why is this so goddamned good ?” He shuddered, and we clung to each other as our hearts slowed.
Sutton shifted away first, and I lay like a limp noodle sprawled out on his mattress while he retrieved a warm, wet cloth. He cared for me with tenderness, ridding my skin of sticky cum. “I hate having to leave.”
I nodded and sat as he headed for his closet.
Drawing my knees to my chest, I stared as Sutton slowly covered his body with briefs, his uniform, and eventually his belt, holster, and badge.
He was the epitome of strength, a champion worthy of worship.
I love you.
Finished, Sutton turned to face me, and I swallowed down the words wanting to escape my lips. His hazel eyes flitted over my body atop dirtied sheets, but he didn’t speak. Didn’t move.
“What are you doing?” I asked when the silence grew too heavy.
“Memorizing the sight of you in my bed so I have something to look forward to returning to.”
Heat singed my skin, and I flicked my tongue over my lower lip.
He hissed, narrowing his eyes. “Don’t tempt me, Jimmy.”
“But—”
Sutton held up his hand, chin lifting. “Be a good boy for me.”
“Can I touch myself when I get lonely five minutes from now?”
A low curse caused me to bite back a smirk.
“Yes, but no coming,” Sutton stated in his chief’s voice as he turned for the door. He paused, glancing over his shoulder, the desire in his warm gaze causing my dick to twitch. “And send me pics. Want to see how needy you are for me all day long.”
Groaning, I slumped to my side, cursing as he walked away.
Was this my life now?
I star-fished, avoiding the damp spots from earlier, giddiness making my chest flutter.
Never before had I wished to be a pillow princess, but if Sutton insisted I stay put, edge myself for him, and welcome him home with a stretched and needy hole, I was game.
I showered and toyed with my ass, getting a pic of two fingers shoved as deep as they would go.
Breakfast came next where I took a teasing picture of me licking a sausage link.
Then I switched out the sheets and sprawled atop the clean ones to get a full-body image, my cock leaking a droplet of fluid toward my belly button ring.
Sutton never responded, but I could imagine the curses he spilled from his lips whenever his cell dinged with an incoming photo.
I kept at it all day, making myself at home in his house but not going so far as to be nosy and search through every drawer like I really wanted to do.
By late afternoon, I’d grown bored and curled on the couch, cell in hand, scrolling through social media I rarely visited. I wore one of Sutton’s button-down shirts and nothing else.
An old image of the Elite gang slid through my feed, and I realized I hadn’t checked in with Sean, my former boss, in far too long. When I’d left, he’d told me to keep in touch even if I didn’t change my mind about returning to work for him and his brother.
I pulled up his number and settled into the couch.
“Jimmy!”
“Hey, Sean.”
“How are things?” he asked, his tone happy as always. “Still up north?”
“Yeah. the chief of police isn’t going to let me leave anytime soon.” Wishful thinking perhaps, but a boy could hope.
Sean snorted a laugh. “Can’t keep from getting into trouble, huh?”
“It’s what I do best.”
“I have a feeling this means I need to stop putting off deleting your profile from Elite’s site.”
I wanted to be sorry but couldn’t find an ounce of regret in my heart for following the winds of change. “I’m done with my whorish days,” I said, and Sean snorted again minus the laugh.
“Nothing wrong with sex work.”
“Never said there was, but I’m ready to move on.” From Dad’s voice, from the trauma of my past, from the insecurities that had held me back for far too many years.
“We’ll miss you, Jimmy, but I get it. If you ever decide you want to return…”
“Thanks, Sean. You guys were family when I didn’t have any.”
He was quiet a moment. “Take care of yourself, Jimmy, and if you’re ever in Boston again, let me and the boys know.”
“Will do.” I hung up a few seconds later, soaking in the stillness of Sutton’s home.
Peace lay like a weighted blanket, as comforting as his presence even though he wasn’t here.
That whim and daydream had brought me home, and I was ready for my new beginning to unfold.
I closed my eyes, exhaling until my lungs emptied completely.
The sound of the front door unlocking pulled me from sleep, and I rubbed my eyes, cursing beneath my breath.
I wouldn’t make it to Sutton’s bed where he’d requested I be without him seeing me hightail it from the living room.
So much for being a good boy.
Sudden inspiration had me shifting onto my belly, yanking his shirt up to my waist, leaving my ass bare, one foot hanging over the couch’s arm so he wouldn’t miss me. Hands beneath my head, I feigned sleep, my pulse thrumming like mad in my ears.
Keys clinked while being hung up.
Shoes dropped.
Soft footfalls started toward the stairs but paused.
“Jimmy?” Sutton called quietly, and I held my breath, trying to stop my eyelids from fluttering. He approached on near silent feet, and I felt rather than saw him round the couch by my feet. “Fuck,” he murmured, and I heard what sounded like his palm rubbing over whiskers.
I struggled to contain my smile.
“Little devil,” he whispered, running cool palms up the backs of my thighs, causing goose bumps to rise. He bit my ass cheek, and I yelped, flinching. One hefty swat on my other cheek had me jolting the opposite way.
Sutton stood beside me, yanking at his belt buckle—ripping the leather free from his slacks. Heat radiated from his narrowed eyes, and my backside clenched with need. Would he use the belt on my ass? I wouldn’t mind more handprints, but?—
He tossed it aside, thank fuck, and I licked over my lower lip, staring as he shoved his pants and briefs to the floor. His hard dick bobbed up to slap against his belly, and I moaned, my fingers twitching to grab him.
“You teased me all day long.”
“You asked for it,” I whispered as he worked his shaft, pulling upward to bead wetness at the tip.
He hummed agreement, smearing the slickness down his length.
“Can I suck you?” I begged, offering him my best puppy eyes and pout.
His gaze narrowed but not with annoyance over my being coy. “Do you want it or need it?”
“Need,” I rushed to say.
Chuckling, Sutton sat beside me, spreading his thighs wide. “Get me good and wet, boy, then settle that pert peach of an ass over my dick where it belongs.”
I scrambled to obey, dropping to the floor, salivating and so damned empty I whimpered.
“That’s it.” Sutton hissed, hand on my head as I sank over his shaft until his cockhead slid into my throat. “Fuck, boy—so perfect for me.”
I swallowed before backing off, licking and suckling, then taking him deep again.
“Fuck yes.”
Saliva dribbled past my stretched lips, dripping down his balls to the couch below.
More than wet enough.
I climbed onto his lap and grabbed his base to hold him upright.
“Okay?” He checked in, hands grasping my waist.
“Yeah,” I breathed my answer, popping his cockhead through my ring. “Been stretching myself all damned day.” I groaned, sinking as far as I could go. “Still have lube inside me—was ready for you.”
“Shit, baby.” Sutton’s grip tightened as I lifted and sat fully atop him, settling my ass against his groin. “Jesus.” He groaned, facial hair twitching as though he clenched his jaw.
Smirking, I leaned forward, draping my arms on his shoulders. “Good, Chief?”
“More than,” he stated through gritted teeth.
“Mmm.” I swiveled my hips, dragging his length through my pucker and shoving it in again.
“Fuck.” Sutton tipped his head back against the couch and met my gaze.
All trace of teasing left my face as he held me captive, emotions alive and thriving in the energy between us.
“Sutton,” I whispered, and he ran his hand up along my spine, pulling me closer until our mouths clashed.
So much for showing him how well I could ride a dick.
We fucked like a couple of horny rabbits, the buildup from the day taking us to the edge in mere minutes.
“Jimmy. Baby.” He clasped my face, devouring my mouth, hips lifting to meet my every downward thrust.
“Fill me up,” I whispered against his lips, and he grunted, shaft pulsing deep in my ass.
I erupted hands-free, wetness spurting between us.
We both laughed once I slumped against his chest, his wide palms rubbing soothing circles over my back.
“Better than I fantasized.”
“Yeah?” I asked, my exhale hot against his warm neck.
“Mmm.” He reached down and slid a finger inside my ass alongside his softening cock. “Couldn’t stop thinking about your hot hole all day long. Couldn’t wait to bury myself inside you where nothing matters but making you come.”
Heart light, I clenched around him, and he groaned, holding me tighter.