I groaned pathetically as he bit down. “D-Do what?”
“Suck you?”
Oh good God. This couldn’t be real.
“He doesn’t really like it,” I whispered, breath catching as he bit my neck again.
Calvin raised his head, looking down at me while he asked, “But doyou? Do you want me to suck you?” He reached inside my pants and fondled me through my boxer briefs.
“God, yes.”
That jerk smiled as he leaned closer. “Let me hear you beg.”
“W-What?”
“Beg me,” he ordered. Calvin slid his hand into my briefs next and gently gripped me with the hand I had imagined just the day before. He kissed my Adam’s apple when I tilted my head back.
“P-Please,” I whispered, pressing against him. “Please, suck me, oh God…!”
Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, I acknowledged Calvin was laughing at me, and I was about to knock him senseless, but then I opened my eyes and he was kneeling in front of me and sliding my pants off my hips.
A shiver ran over me as he freed my cock, hard and eager for attention. Calvin leaned forward and gave the head a good lick. I sighed and gently thrust my hips forward for more.
Calvin grabbed me firmly. “Don’t hold back, baby. I want you to fuck my face.”
“W-Who are you, and where is that jerk Calvin Winter?” I managed to ask.
He grinned, wrapped his mouth around me, and moved down my length until his nose pressed against trimmed hair.
I sucked in a sharp breath and looked down, watching as Calvin deep-throated.
It was true that Neil didn’t like giving blowjobs. I don’t think I’d had one in nearly a year. I’d almost forgotten howincredibleit was, and even more so when your partner enjoyed giving it. Wet and tight and—and it wasCalvin. Any moment I’d wake up from maybe slipping on ice. I’d be lying on the sidewalk, staring up at the stormy sky with a hard-on that refused to quit, because even that made more sense than a detective I had been certain was straight suddenly being on his knees in the kitchen, telling me to fuck his face.
Watching Calvin through half-hooded eyes, I reached down to grip his hair. He hummed in response and let go of my hips to unzip his pants. He freed his own cock, erect and huge, and stroked himself as he sucked.
I bit my lip and tentatively thrust into his mouth, gentle, but Calvin immediately groaned and sucked faster in response. I held his head still as I pushed in and out with more enthusiasm. It was an incredible turn-on to see him getting himself off, to be so aroused by giving me pleasure that he couldn’t stand it.
I had no idea what was happening. One minute I’m accused of murder, the next I’m getting the best head of my life.
“Yes, yes,” I heard myself cry out. I begged for more ofsomething, never being able to finish the thought. I pulled back and then thrust into his mouth hard, thinking maybe I was being too rough, but Calvin groaned around my cock and egged me on.
And again, and again.
I wondered if he’d let me come in his mouth?
There was a sound I kept hearing, breaking my attention from my impending orgasm.
What the hell was that?
A phone.
Oh my God.
Calvin pulled off me, his breathing ragged and heavy. He wiped his lips on the back of one hand and let go of himself. “Goddamn it.” He reached into his suit coat and pulled out his ringing cell, cleared his throat, and answered, “Detective Winter.”
You’ve got to be kidding me. I’m about to explode all over the kitchen floor, and he’s got to take a phone call?
One look at his face told me we weren’t going to be finishing. I reached down and awkwardly tucked myself back into my pants. I closed my eyes to get the image of Calvin’s hard cock out of my mind, replacing it with the thoughts of cold showers, watching a golf match, filing taxes—what else, what else? Those sloppy old lady kisses my grandmother’s friends used to give me as a little boy.
