Page 105 of One Vote for Murder
“But you didn’t know, and also, you can’t drink and then go work.”
“True.” He smiled down at me. “We’ll have to have a proper celebration once this case is over.”
“Sure.”
“I’m happy for you, Max,” he said quietly. “I mean that.”
“Thanks.” I leaned in and kissed him, pleased to feel hunger in his response. I wasn’t going to see him much over the next few days. That meant if I wanted to be intimate with him, it was now or never. I pulledmy mouth from his and whispered, “Want me to help you release some tension?”
He laughed gruffly. “Uh, what did you have in mind?”
“I was thinking I should do something for you. Something to help you relax.”
He ran his tongue over his lower lip, lust buzzing in his eyes. “Is that right?”
“Isn’t that what a good boyfriend does? Helps his man relax anytime, anywhere?” I smirked, kissing a trail down his stubbled cheek to his Adam’s apple. I bit the firm skin of his throat, sucking lightly.
He groaned. “I don’t know. I… I don’t think I’ve ever had a good boyfriend until you, Max.”
“I’m honored.” I began to unbutton his shirt, excitement making my fingers tremble. “I just want you to relax and enjoy this, okay?”
“Okay.” He shivered, his eyes glittering with lust as he watched me.
Once I had the shirt undone, I kissed and nipped over his tanned skin, finally focusing on one flat brown nipple. I suckled it until it beaded against my tongue, and he let out another chest-deep groan.
“This sure is a nice way to welcome me home, Max,” he mumbled.
I smiled and moved to the other nipple. I ran my hands up and down his warm skin, loving it when he quivered at my touch. His crotch was bulged, which pleased me greatly. My one goal was to make him feel good, and he was definitely into it.
I continued nibbling a trail down his stomach until I reached his belt buckle. I undid the clasp and slowly lowered the zipper on his pants. His body seemed to tremble with anticipation, which spurredme onward. I tugged his pants down to his knees, and he tangled his fingers in my hair. Kissing his cock through the thin cotton of his briefs, I felt it throb against my lips. Yeah, he needed this bad. We both did.
He rolled his hips, rubbing his cloth-covered dick against my lips. “You want to suck me, Max?”
“You know I do.” I slowly peeled his underwear down, revealing his gorgeous erection. I shivered and kissed the warm, hard flesh. “So perfect,” I whispered.
He bent his legs slightly, groaning when I licked the tip. I took his dick into my mouth, swallowing him deep. He shuddered, and his fingers tightened painfully in my hair. But I could endure a little discomfort so long as Royce was happy. I slowly sucked up and down his length, loving the little whimpers he made every time I focused on the sensitive head of his cock. His taste and soapy scent made me even harder, but this was all about Royce.
He panted as I took his cock deep again, and his thigh muscles trembled. “Fuck,” he rasped. “So good, Max.”
Glad to be of service.
It was insane how much pleasure I derived from pleasing him. Sex had been so perfunctory before I’d met Royce. Of course, it had always ended up feeling good. Who didn’t enjoy a good orgasm? But sex with other men hadn’t been emotionally fulfilling. It had merely been physical release. The slide of hot flesh on and in another man would eventually get you where you needed to go. But with Royce, it was so much more.
He started thrusting as I took him deeper, as if he couldn’t help it. My eyes watered, but I relaxed my throat muscles to accommodate his size. Hismovements were disjointed and his breathing labored. His muscles shook as he clutched my hair, using my mouth.
“Gonna come,” he muttered, dropping his head back. “Oh, shit.”
“Mmm, mmm” was all I could manage, seeing as his dick was in my mouth. I still hadn’t made any attempt to touch myself. I really just wanted Royce happy.
“Oh, God.” He made a guttural sound, and his body went rigid. Then he was coming, spilling a hot flush of seed down my throat.
I swallowed several times, trying to also continue sucking for optimum pleasure. Royce thrust into my mouth until his dick began to soften. Eventually, I let his cock slip from my mouth, kissing his inner thighs. He was breathing hard, and the grip on my hair had gentled. I licked him clean, and then I carefully tucked his dick back into his underwear. I stood, tugged up his pants, and zipped them closed.
He had his eyes closed, but he opened them and gave a lopsided grin. “Wow. That was a surprise.”
I laughed sheepishly, still uncomfortably hard. “You needed to relax.”
“Oh, I’m relaxed, all right. I might doze off on the breadboard.”
