Page 49 of The Misfits of Copper County
So he sucked my cock like he was being interviewed for a permanent position.
And fuck if I didn’t want him to get the job.
“Just like that,” I murmured.
The whimpered sound that replaced his begging triggered my orgasm just as his hot spunk painted the side of my cheek. It was quick and dirty and absolutely fucking amazing.
We lay in a sweaty, gasping heap while Teeny’s rhythmic snores continued on in the background and the fire popped and crackled. I pressed my lips against the thin skin over his hip bone, inhaling his warm, musky scent as I teased him with my tongue.
Delaney’s hands moved slowly up and down the back of my leg as we caught our breath, and my heart rate returned to a semi-normal level. “I don’t want to move,” he said softly.
“Mm,” I agreed, moving to nibble the soft, fleshy skin of his inner thigh.
“And, really. We shouldn’t,” he continued, moving so I could get better access. “The power is still out, and that attic space has to be frigid. It would be irresponsible for you to take yoursel—er… dog up there. And my bedroom gets drafty at the best of times. I believe I’ve mentioned that to you. We’re much better off here in front of the fire.”
“Mmhm,” I murmured, smiling against his skin. He definitely had mentioned it to me, which was why I’d replaced the weather stripping around the windows and bled the radiator in his room. It was snug as it could be now, but I appreciated the lie nonetheless.
“Besides,” he continued in a breathy voice while allowing me to widen his legs even further so I could move my lips down the inside of one thigh. “Y-you had a lot to drink tonight. Someone should keep an eye on…ohh!”
I pulled the skin on the inside of his knee into my mouth and scraped my teeth across it, enjoying the sight of his toes spreading apart. “Nnn-hnnn,” he encouraged. “Thass’alright.”
My hand wrapped around his narrow foot. I dug my thumb into his arch and rubbed. “Yeah?”
“S-studies show foot massage reduces pain in patients recovering from cervical spine surgery,” he babbled. “S’good.”
“Interesting,” I said, turning so I could see his face. “You have spinal surgery lately?”
Delaney was pink-cheeked and golden in the firelight. His eyes were soft and glassy as he gazed at me in a way that tightened my stomach and made me wonder if he’d even heard my words.
His plump lips were too tempting to ignore, so I moved around and stretched over him, leaning down to kiss his mouth.
For some reason, the combination of the storm, the power outage, and the alcohol had shifted our reality. It had made this feel like a time out of time. Like it didn’t count.
Like it was allowed.
I shoved the idea aside and focused on taking as much of him as I could before morning arrived, and I could no longer ignore why this was such a bad idea.
We spent another hour kissing and exploring each other’s bodies lazily in front of the fire until we finally took a break to clean up a bit, yank a few clothes back on, and urge Teeny out for a final pee.
When I opened the door to a blustery shock of frigid air, Delaney yelped and scurried under the blankets.
Thankfully, Teeny made it quick, and we returned to the warmth of the fire within minutes, where I enjoyed torturing Delaney with my cold hands.
“You’re a monster,” he hissed as I ran my hands up under his/my sweatshirt.
“You’re actively snuggling me,” I pointed out, pulling him closer. “Hard to take your complaints seriously.”
He burrowed his nose into my neck. “How are you simultaneously a furnace and an ice block?” he grumbled.
We teased each other for a few more minutes, and a few minutes after that, we were naked again, humping each other like animals coming out of winter with a single-minded determination to propagate the earth.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I confessed as I took us both in hand. Our cocks were wet from the aborted blowjob he’d started before I’d yanked him up and kissed the fuck out of him, rutting against him with a wet, slippery desperation.
“Dare you to stop,” Delaney challenged with broken breath. “But also don’t. Fuck, Brewer, oh God, that feels…”
The next sound out of him was my name on a gasp as he came hot against my fingers and cock. I stroked him through it, thrusting up into my own grip so I could feel the added heat and slide. Watching his ruddy tip disappear into my fist was erotic as fuck.
But it was the glazed look in his eyes and the still-wet spike of his eyelashes from choking on my cock that finally pushed me over the edge.
