Page 66 of Grave Danger

“You need to go back to the hospital, right?” Agatha said.

“That’s right. I have a late shift, and I had Lucia pick me up there so I could leave my car in the parking structure to make it easier.”

“We can give you a ride,” Agatha said. “It’s on our way back to Harriettville.”

Margie hugged each of them before she headed for the kitchen to make sure things were running smoothly, and the rest of the group filed out the door to the sidewalk. More hugs all around, and Cody even received one from Ollie, which surprised him, but also made him feel a little bit better. Not that he would admit that to anyone.

He and Demmy followed Amelia and Otis back to the Chrysler and got into the backseat. Demmy extended his hand and Cody took it. As Amelia and Demmy talked about the funeral and Dottie’s grand theft auto skills, Cody looked out the window at the blur of houses.

Were there more zombies trapped behind those doors, just waiting to attack someone performing a welfare check?

A few minutes later, Otis pulled into the driveway of their home, and Amelia smiled at them from the front seat.

“Have a better rest of your day, boys.”

“Thanks for the ride,” Demmy said. “I love you.”

“Love you, too,” Amelia said. “Both of you. So very much.”

“Love you back,” Cody said, then leaned up to squeeze Otis’s shoulder. “Especially you.”

They all laughed, and Cody got out of the car and headed up the walk behind Demmy. Once inside the house, Cody started to take off his suit jacket, but Demmy stopped him.

“Hold on a minute,” Demmy said. He took a step back to give him a once over. “It’s not often I get to see you in a suit. Kind of turns me on.”

Cody raised his eyebrows. He struck a few catalog model poses that got Demmy laughing and shaking his head. Making direct eye contact during one especially intense pose, Cody said, “Am I turning you on even more?”

“You might be scaring me off.”

“What?” Cody pouted. “You don’t appreciate my creative side?”

“Oh, I appreciate it.” Demmy approached and put his hands on Cody’s chest, encouraging him to walk backward until the backs of his legs hit the sofa and he sat down. “And your creative side has inspired me to be creative as well.”

Demmy got on his knees, still wearing his own suit coat and tie. He eased Cody’s legs apart and moved in closer. Locking eyes with Cody, Demmy ran his tongue up the steadily swelling bulge in Cody’s dress pants.

“Damn,” Cody said. “That’s fucking hot.”

“Yeah?” Demmy unbuckled Cody’s belt, unfastened his pants, and slowly lowered his zipper. “How’s that? Is that hot, too?”

Cody nodded and licked his lips. “Yep. That’s pretty fucking hot, too.”

Demmy closed his eyes and put his mouth on the white cotton covering Cody’s now hard and ready to go cock. The damp heat of his breath through the cotton made Cody moan. Demmy gently pressed his teeth to either side of Cody’s shaft, then exhaled against the cotton again. Cody tightened his fists and pressed down on the couch cushions.

With slow, steady movements, Demmy pulled the waistband of Cody’s briefs out and down, snugging it in tight beneath his balls. Cody moved his tie aside to allow the head of his cock to rest on the tail of his shirt.

Demmy started on Cody’s balls, licking, kissing, and gently sucking them, most of the time keeping eye contact with Cody. Slowly, so very, very slowly, Demmy ran his tongue up the hot length of Cody’s shaft. Using the tip of his tongue, he tickled under the sensitive ridge of Cody’s circumcised head. Precum gushed out, and Demmy lapped it up before pursing his lips around the tip. Slowly swirling his tongue across the smooth, sticky surface as long as possible, Demmy lowered his mouth over Cody until he’d taken him completely into the back of his throat, and paused.

Cody put his head back and said with a long, low moan, “Fuuuuuuck.”

Moving just as slowly as before, Demmy dragged his mouth up Cody’s cock, pausing to lick and suck the head before going down on him again. He gripped Cody’s dick tight in one fist and pumped in time with his sucking. The speed of his sucking and stroking steadily increased, and Demmy started to make loud slurping sounds that really got Cody’s engines running hot.

“Fuck, Demmy, I’m close,” Cody said, then grunted. “I’m really close.”

Demmy’s only response was to suck and stroke him even faster.

“Oh, fuck. Yeah, like that. Oh, yeah. You know right where to… Oh, fuck. Oh….”

Cody bucked his hips up to meet Demmy on the downstroke as his orgasm blasted through him. He kept his fists pressed into the cushions and grunted through wave after wave of release. Demmy greedily swallowed it all, twisting his fist as he stroked Cody and effectively milking every drop out of him.