Page 45 of Burden of Proof

I was hard again, cock in hand, watching him swirl his tongue around and lap up my cum like he was a cat and I’d offered him a bowl of fucking milk. When he’d licked up the last drop, he rocked back onto his heels and gazed up at me, his entire expression hazy.

“Hands,” I chided, and he was quick to put them together again at the back of his head. “You did a good job there.”

Hunter growled, licking his lips.

“Good job, Sir,” I said again, softer, closing the space between us and covering his hands with mine. I pressed his face against my cock, shivering at the way his warm breath breezed over my bare skin. “But you missed a spot.”

Hunter opened his mouth and licked the underside of my shaft, around the flared tip of my crown, and across my slit. He covered my cock with saliva and then smeared it across his face, making absolutely indecent noises the whole time. On his knees, Hunter sucked my cock like he was feral for it, and it took all my willpower not to shove him onto his back and handle him with much less care than he’d done for me only minutes before.

“Good boy,” I said, grunting when he took the whole length of my shaft into his mouth. “Fuck, just like that.”

He gave me one final suck before pulling off, chest heaving with every breath. I forced myself to let go of him and put enough space between us that I could find some air to breathe myself. The floor between us shined with his spit, his lips swollen from how hard he’d sucked my cock. How was it possible for him to look so achingly perfect on his knees while also the same way when I was on mine?

“I like it when you call me that,” he said, tilting his head back to look at me.

“Good boy?” I asked.

He nodded, swallowing. “And Sir. And Daddy.”

That felt a lot more complicated than Hunter’s answer as to whether he was vers, but there was no way around the truth of it.

I pulled my lips between my teeth and bit down hard, hoping I wasn’t about to make the biggest mistake of my life.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “Me too.”

CHAPTER 14

HUNTER

Monday brought two new cases onto my desk, which was a blessing because work was the only thing stopping me from backsliding into thoughts of Lincoln. Being on my knees in front of him and him calling me Sir as he stood over me with his cock in front of my mouth had been one of the biggest mind-fucks of my life, and while the whole thing felt wrong, it was also somehow desperately right.

At lunch, I received two text messages at the same time. One from Lincoln and the other from Marshall.

Marshall

Lunch?

Lincoln

Plans tonight?

I texted my brother the affirmative and Lincoln the negative, then closed the case file I’d been studying to wait for answers from both of them.

Marshall

I’m out front.

That didn’t bode well. It wasn’t like Marshall to loiter.

I called Lincoln, and he answered on the first ring.

“I was just texting you back,” he said. I could hear the smile in his voice, and it was enough to have me relaxing against the back of my chair, pretending my older brother wasn’t on the sidewalk waiting for me. “Did you want to come over? Or I can come over to yours?”

As curious as I was about Lincoln’s living situation, the twinge in his voice was unavoidable.

“You can come to mine,” I told him. “Do you want to spend the night?”

“Yeah,” he said, a little breathless.