Page 19 of Seducing the Sheriff (Charming Butte #2)

Chapter Ten

Cash

As Greg led me into the house, I felt a tremble.

I wasn’t sure if it was his hand or mine, maybe both.

It kinda settled me, the fact we were both nervous and wanted this.

Neither of us were players, and my love life had been drier than the desert since I moved to Charming.

Porch time was great, but now I wanted Greg, no hesitation.

He was everything I desired in a partner: intelligent, fun, he didn’t overwhelm me, and more to the point, he was as nerdy as I was.

Stop, Cash!

I was getting ahead of myself which was a bad trait of mine. The offer had been a shower and a blowjob, not a proposal and wedding bells.

The second the screen door shut behind us, before he’d switched on the light, Greg turned on me, one hand tugging on my shirt to pull me closer, and the other cupping my jaw as we kissed again. This time he tasted me of me, and didn’t that make my dick hard.

I enfolded him in my arms, sliding my hands down to cup his butt, tugging him close until there was no space between us.

Greg pulled back and sighed, burying his face in the crook of my neck. He mumbled something unintelligible against my chilled skin, heating it with his warm breath.

“Uh, are you gonna repeat that?” I asked.

He raised his head. “Fuck the shower. I want to drop to my knees here and take that fine dick I can feel in my mouth.”

I hoped he didn’t see my cheeks heat in the darkness. “I’d rather you fucked me than the shower.” At least my voice didn’t crack embarrassingly.

“Change of plan,” he muttered, his hands going to my waistband and undoing my belt. “I’m going to suck you right here, then you can return the favor in the shower.”

I swallowed hard. “I like this idea.”

“I thought you might.” He brushed the growing mountain in my pants with his knuckles, and I couldn’t help my gasp.

I felt Greg’s smile against my lips as he kissed me again, his tongue licking against the seam of my mouth. For a shy guy, he didn’t mind taking the lead here, and I loved it.

Before I could deepen the kiss, Greg raised his head, unzipped my jeans and pushed them down around my calves, trapping me effectively. I couldn’t get away from him, even if I wanted to. Like I wanted to move away from him.

Greg cupped my ass through my boxer briefs, squeezing my butt. “Perfect.”

I pushed against his hand, wanting more than an ass squeeze. “You promised to suck me off.”

“So I did,” he said, his voice hoarse.

I thrust my hips in encouragement, hoping he’d get with the program.

Greg chuckled but he slid his hand around to the tent in my briefs and cupped my hard dick, squeezing it gently. I pressed into his palm, groaning as he gripped me, jacking me slowly through the cotton fabric.

“Your mouth,” I muttered, because dammit, how long was one guy supposed to wait to get that mouth around him?

As Greg dropped to his knees in front of me, he took my briefs with him, leaving my dick, framed by the tails of my open shirt, already hard and exposed for him.

There was always that moment with a new guy when I wondered what he thought of my dick. That thought normally lasted as long as it took to stick it in his mouth or ass, and then I couldn’t have cared less. But this time, I didn’t care, because somehow, I knew my dick was right for Greg.

He pressed his cheek against the hair dusting the curve of my belly.

I had abs, they were there…somewhere. Then he kissed down from my navel to the curls surrounding my cock and finally, he gripped my shaft at the base.

I held my breath, fluttering in my belly, staring down at Greg.

He was little more than a dark shadow as he blew warm air across the tip, and I shivered.

Then I felt his tongue dip into my slit, and I had to brace my thigh muscles as they trembled.

I was going to end up on the floor tumbled across Greg’s lap if I wasn’t careful.

He licked around the glans and as I moaned, unable to hold back my pleasure, he moaned too, the noise seeming to vibrate through his wicked tongue.

We’d barely begun and I wanted to beg for more.

I ran my hands through his hair, careful not to clutch too hard, but he looked up, saying, “You can hold on, just don’t pull it out.”

Oh baby, I can hold on. I need to.

He nibbled down the shaft and then back up again to my encouraging gasps and whimpers. I yelled as Greg slid in one smooth movement down my cock until his nose was buried in the hair around my shaft, his throat muscles fluttering around the tip. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

He pulled off with an obscene wet pop. “Next time, Cash, honey. Now I’m going to suck your brains out.”

Before I could order him to get on with it, he sucked me back in, and I lost the power of coherent thought.

Greg’s fingers dug into my ass cheeks as he set up a rhythm, slow at first. I wanted to thrust, I needed more, but he kept me still.

I got it. This was his rodeo. I couldn’t wait for it to be mine.

But I wasn’t sure how long I could hold on for.

I could already feel my balls tightening in anticipation. Next time we could take our time.

Whoa, I was already thinking about a next time. There was definitely going to be a next time. I begged my brain to turn the heck off so I could focus on the pretty man on his knees, determined to drive me wild.

“Cash? Open your eyes.”

Confused, I did as I was told and squinted to see Greg staring up at me. “Huh?”

“Did I lose you there?” He sounded uncertain and I hated that.

I stroked his cheek and bent down to kiss him. “I was thinking, kinda hoping for a next time.”

Greg let out what sounded like a cross between a chuckle and a huff. “If I assure you we’ll do this again, can you focus on me now?”

Feeling somewhat foolish, I said, “I can do that.” Then I stayed him as he bent his head. “How did you know I was unfocused?”

He muttered something under his breath. I didn’t hear it all, but it was something to do with cops. “You stopped moaning.”

“Oh.”

My cheeks heated. I hadn’t realized I was that noisy. No, that was a lie. Previous partners had complained about me being noisy and most times I toned it down. I hadn’t even thought about it with Greg.

“Ready now?” he asked.

I traced the tip of my dick across his lips. “Ready.”

Greg sighed and took me back into his warm and wonderful mouth. I carded my fingers through his hair and let myself narrow down to one thing only, my dick, his mouth. I let out a moan as he pulled back.

I swear he mouthed, “That’s better,” around my dick.

He cupped my balls, his hand heated against my sac and explored me with his lips, tongue, and the occasional nibble of his teeth until I couldn’t think. Before I could beg he sucked me in hard.

I yelled loudly, and that small part of my brain still working was grateful Greg didn’t have any neighbors close by.

It didn’t take long before I felt my orgasm coiling in my lower back, like a snake ready to strike.

One, two more pumps and my balls gave it up, shooting cum into his willing, greedy mouth.

He swallowed around me and my thigh muscles trembled again, but he braced me against him and carried me through the aftershocks.

He leaned against me and stroked my flank, soothing me until I could function again.

“I need that shower,” he muttered. “But I’m not sure I can move.”

I bent down to kiss him, tasting myself, and wasn’t that hot as hell? Then I half-scooped, half-hauled Greg to his feet, steadying him until his leg muscles worked.

He grimaced, rubbing his knees. “I’m too old for hard tiles. Next time I’ll put down a cushion first.” Then he smiled at me. “Look at me complaining. It should be me holding you.”

“Hey, I just came my brains out,” I pointed out. “You did the hard work and still need a happy ending.”

“Shower first.”

Greg leaned over and flicked the light switch by the door. I blinked at the sudden influx of light. Greg took my hand and went to tug me, but I stopped as I took the first step. He looked over his shoulder.

“I’m gonna fall on my face if you don’t let me pull up my pants,” I warned.

“Or,” Greg countered, grinning, “you could take them off. We’re getting naked anyway.”

He wasn’t wrong. Still, with my jeans and briefs tangled stubbornly around my ankles, I let out an exasperated huff. Sure enough, I almost did face-plant while trying to wriggle free enough to get at the laces of my boots.

Greg watched my struggles for a moment, then laughed and pushed my hands away. “Let me do it or we’ll be here all night.”

I stood like a child as he undid my laces, then I held onto his shoulder as he tugged off my boots, then my clothes.

Greg looked up at me with a wicked smirk and an eyebrow waggle as he gazed at my softening cock. “Ready for round two?”

“I’m not eighteen, no matter how much I’d like to be,” I groused, feeling oddly vulnerable, naked when he was fully clothed. “It’s your turn now.”

“I’m down with that,” he agreed.

He took care of unlacing his boots and tugged them off, then tugged me over to the bathroom. It was a large room, decorated in white, cracking tiles, with a small window at one end. It badly needed remodeling, but I eyed the large white tub with envy as I had the first time I’d seen it.

“My place isn’t large enough for a tub,” I said.

I turned and my mouth went dry as Greg whipped his undershirt over his head and I caught sight of all those lovely muscles.

Tub-envy vanished as I stepped forward and ran my hands over his broad chest, lightly dusted with hair.

He squeaked, not realizing I was so close to him, then groaned as I tweaked first one copper-colored nipple, then the other.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he panted, emerging from the T-shirt.

“Payback for blowing my brains through my balls,” I agreed. “Blowjob first or shower?”

“Blowjob in shower.”

I snorted. “You want to kill my knees?”