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"Kiss me, Victor."
Oh, he had to go and use my
first name. No one used my first name. Ever. I was always Clarke or Sergeant
or hey you. I was never just Victor.
I wanted to be just Victor.
So, I kissed Lyn.
Oh, his lips were as soft as
I thought they'd be. Soft and plush and begging to be licked. I trailed my
tongue along Lyn's lower lip before giving him a little bite. When Lyn gasped,
I pushed inside, exploring, conquering, sending my arousal through the
ceiling.
I wrapped my hands around
Lyn's ass and lifted the man closer then turned and carried him down the
hallway toward the back of the apartment. I'd been here once before, but only
once. I had a general idea where the bedroom was located.
Got it on the first try.
I pushed the door open and
carried Lyn inside, not stopping until I reached the bed. I dropped Lyn down
on the mattress. before he stopped bouncing, I was pulling his shirt off over
his head. His jogging pants went next.
"Sweet hell," I whispered
when I got my first good look at the bounty before me. Lyn was the stuff gay
dreams were made of, at least my dreams.
Lightly tanned skin from top
to bottom with a smattering of auburn hair over his abdomen. Twin brown hued
nipples graced his svelte chest. There was a good amount of definition to his
muscles, telling me Lyn kept in good shape, but not overly so. He wasn't
hugely muscular like I was, which made sense. I went out into the field. I
needed to be in great shape.
I slid my jacket off my
shoulders and dropped it on the floor then reached for the hem of my shirt.
There was no mistaking the fire that flared to life in Lyn's eyes as he
watched me pull my shirt off over my head.
I dropped it to the floor
then towed off my boots and reached for the buttons on my jeans. I didn't do
zippers. There was no way I was going to accidently zip up my junk. I was a
button-fly guy all the way.
Once I was naked, I climbed
onto the bed. I grabbed Lyn's ankle and pulled him partway down the mattress
then settled myself between his legs. The gasp that left my mouth when our
naked bodies finally pressed together was met by one from Lyn.
I had no business doing what
I was doing, but I couldn't bring myself to stop. I'd wanted Lyn Philips
almost from the very moment I'd met him, back when he was simply an annoying
beat cop who was constantly underfoot. The man he'd grown into over the years
had held my interest just as long.
I leaned in and captured
Lyn's lips again. I gloried in the feel of them pressed against mine. How
plush they were, how they parted to let me in.
Lyn clearly wanted this as
much as I did. His hands clutched at my shoulders, pulling me closer. If I got
any closer, I'd be inside of him, which was exactly where I planned to be.
I tore my lips away. "Do you
have supplies?" For a brief moment, I marveled that I did not, and then I
realized it had been ages since I'd even carried a condom around. It had been
even longer since I'd needed one.
And then I realized it didn't
matter when Lyn pointed to his nightstand.
I stretched out until I could
open the drawer then searched around inside until I found what I was looking
for. Something settled inside of me when I realized I had grabbed an unopened
box of condoms.
I wasn't about to bring up
Lyn's boyfriend, but if I was so inclined, I'd ask why the two of them weren't
sleeping together. If Lyn was mine, the man would barely be able to take a
step without me being all over him.
He wasn't mine.
Maybe he was, but just for
tonight.
I tore off one of the condoms
and tossed it down on the bed. I kept the lube gripped in my hand. I had plans
for both, but I'd need one before the other. But first, I needed to taste just
about every inch of Lyn's luscious body.
I started with his mouth.
Kissing Lyn was a luxury, but I needed it more than I needed my next breath. I
nibbled at his lips until he opened his mouth then swept inside to stroke my
tongue over Lyn's, licking him, tasting him.
Dominating him.
A growl rumbled through my
chest as I licked lower, sucking up a mark on Lyn's throat. Lyn tilted his
head back, giving me his submission. It was a heady feeling and made my cock
harder than steel.
I'd always been a dominant
man, which was one of the reasons I'd been so resistant to giving into my
desire for Lyn. He was young and innocent. I was hardened and dominant. I was
afraid I'd consume him if given the chance. Lyn was giving me that chance and
I was helpless to resist him.
I didn't want to resist him.
I found a nipple with my
mouth and swirled my tongue around it before sucking the little nub into my
mouth. Lyn hissed and fisted his hands in my hair and pulled me closer.
This was such a colossally
bad idea.
I didn't care.
I paid homage to Lyn's nipple
with my lips and tongue and teeth before moving to its twin and doing the
same. By the time I was done, they were stiff little peaks, red and no doubt
tender.
Perfect.
I licked and kissed and
nibbled my way down Lyn's chest until I reached the hard leaking cock sticking
up from his groin. And it was a very beautiful cock. Not too thick, not too
long. Just big enough to give me hours of pleasure.
And I could so seriously
spend hours mapping out every inch of Lyn's body. He was so gorgeous, he made
my teeth ache. In the years that I'd known him, he'd grown from a young,
inexperienced beat cop into the sexiest damn thing I'd ever seen.
I wasn't one to give blow
jobs very often, but Lyn's cock begged to be licked. I wrapped my fingers
around the base of Lyn's cock then swiped at the drops of pre-cum pooling on
the tip with my tongue. Not too bad, tangy but not overly so.
Lyn cried out when I sucked
the mushroom shaped head into my mouth. His hands tightened in my hair, his
hips jerking.
It was a good response.
It made me feel like a king.
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