Page 25 of Married to Murder
I lifted my head, breathless from the long, heated kiss. He gave a nervous glance toward the front of the shop. For some reason I liked that he was uneasy about someone walking in. It kind of turned me on to think anyone could walk in on us. I dropped my hands to his belt, and he stiffened, grabbing my wrist.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his pupils blown with lust.
“Take a wild guess.”
He gave another furtive glance into his store. “I don’t know, man.”
I ignored him and unzipped his jeans. “I just want to taste you.”
He shivered. “What about you?”
“Don’t worry about me. I’ll take care of myself.” I pushed his fly open and tugged his jeans and underwear down below his ass cheeks.
“Oh, shit,” he wheezed as I sank to my knees.
His cock was ruddy and seeping, and I licked the wide head, sighing at the familiar, musky taste of him. I suckled one of his balls, pulling it into my mouth gently. He groaned and pulsed his hips, rubbing his cock against my face. I took his other nut into my mouth and licked and sucked until he was shaking. Then I lifted my head and took his length into my mouth, swallowing him until the head of his cock bumped the back of my throat.
“Oh, fuck,” he hissed, tangling his fingers into my hair. “Oh, Jesus, Tanner.”
I loved his sounds of pleasure and his breathy, needy words. It made me want to please him even more. I’d been tired from the long drive from San Luis Obispo, but now I felt energized and happy just being near Seth. Being around him woke up my senses and made me feel alive. A tenderness moved through me with each whimper that broke from his lips.
I slid my finger between his ass cheeks, and he groaned as I rubbed insistently at his hole, teasing and playing with his ass. His thrusts became staggered and uneven, and his breathing was ragged. I wanted to feel the warm swirl of his release against my tongue, so I sucked harder. My cock ached and pressed my zipper, and I needed to touch myself. I unzipped my jeans with my free hand and tugged my cock from my underwear.
My main concern was still pleasuring Seth, but it felt so fucking good to run my fingers along my length too. I loved the firm feel of his cock in my mouth, and as his hips began to move faster, his fingers tightened in my hair. I knew he was close. I started stroking myself quicker, while sucking and worshiping his cock.
“So good,” he hissed. “So fucking good.” He didn’t even glance at his shop door anymore. He seemed completely lost in the sensations of my mouth on him.
My knees hurt against the hard ground, and I was hanging on by a thread when a cry tore from his lips and his hips stuttered. His cock jerked and then jetted into my throat, and his body quaked as his salty release filled my mouth. I swallowed every drop, loving the bitter taste of him.
I milked every drop from his dick, and then I fell over the edge too, my cock jerking against my palm. I pulled off him, grunting with intense pleasure as streams of my cum spilled to the sandy cement. One of my hands gripped his hip as my body was ravaged by shimmering waves of ecstasy. His clutching fingers now caressed my hair, and I held on to him so I didn’t fall over. “Jesus,” I panted.
Once we’d both quieted, he crouched next to me and we wrapped our arms around each other. His husky laugh was against my ear. “Welcome home, Tanner.”
My heart squeezed as sappy feelings washed through me, and I was shocked to realize it really did feel like home in Seth’s arms. “I need to surprise you more often.”
He chuckled and we got clumsily to our feet, tucking our clothes back in place. I was continually surprised by how much I liked being around Seth. If anyone had told me three weeks ago I’d enjoy being in this sleepy little town, I’d have said they were nuts. I’d always been more of a city guy. Now one of my favorite things in the world was hanging out with Seth. Many evenings we’d pull out the surfboards and Seth would give me a lesson. Then afterward we’d float on our surfboards, talking and laughing.
My family had thrown me into the business when I was fresh out of high school, and I’d never had a ton of friends. I’d had to put in my time at the factory because it was expected of me. I’d never really been in love or bonded romantically with anyone; in fact, sometimes I’d thought maybe something was wrong with me. But since meeting Seth, I felt more open to the idea of caring about someone. I wasn’t quite ready to say love was something I believed in, but Seth sometimes made me feel like it might be a beautiful thing to give in to.
“Where did you go?” Seth’s curious voice broke into my thoughts.
My face warmed. “Just thinking about work.”
He didn’t look like he believed me, but he didn’t challenge me. “Did you really want to have dinner tonight?”
“Yes.” I slid my arm around his waist, having trouble keeping my hands to myself. “I didn’t just come here for sex. I really did come to invite you to dinner.”
“I’m starving.” He grinned. “So I won’t argue.”
“Good.” I dropped my arm and led the way into the shop. “I’m in the mood for Mexican.”
“Sounds perfect. I know just the place, and it’s within walking distance.” He closed the back door and locked it, then followed me to the front, where he did the same thing. Once we were walking along the sandy walkway, I sighed, inhaling the salty air. I grabbed his hand, and he squeezed my fingers.
“Do you realize we’ll be married next week?” His voice was soft. “Isn’t that crazy?”
“Yeah.”
“Whether it’s a real marriage or not, every now and then it hits me what we’ve signed up for.” He shook his head.
