His voice was so gravelly and deep that my nipples hardened under my shirt again.
The need that I could hear from him in person was sending shivers of excitement through me.
“Please,” he pleaded.
I wrapped my hands around his cock and squeezed, enamored with the fact that he was bigger than he used to be.
My hand barely fit around him, and my fingers no longer touched.
“I didn’t realize that penises got bigger,” I mused as I leaned forward and swiped the tip with my tongue.
He hissed as he said, “Maybe your hand just got smaller. Or your perception is off.”
“Or maybe your penis got bigger, and I didn’t forget a single fucking thing when it comes to you,” I countered.
He chuckled at my words.
“Down girl,” he said. “I guess it might’ve gotten bigger. I don’t really know. I don’t pay attention to the specifics.”
That actually amused me.
Which I told him right before I sucked the entire head of his cock into my mouth and pulled.
He cursed, his hand tightening in my hair, and bucked his hips, forcing his cock even farther into my mouth.
“Dammit, I’m not going to last long,” he said. “It’s been too long.”
Well, it was good to know that he was losing control just as fast as I was.
I was currently trying to tell myself that I didn’t need to shove my hand back down my pants and rub myself while I sucked him.
“What do you want?” I asked. “Hard and fast? Do you want to fuck my face?”
He placed his other hand onto the side of my face and answered my question by slowly pulling his cock out and then shoving it back in.
“Fuck,” he cursed as he went even deeper into me.
I licked and sucked for all I was worth, allowing him complete control over everything.
“Use that suction,” he ordered, “and put your hands on my cock, tighten them as much as you can.”
I did what he asked, and he fucked me using the first couple of inches of his cock, which my jaw and throat were extremely happy about.
“Gonna come on your tongue,” he growled moments later.
Then, before I could close my mouth around him, he did.
He painted my tongue, the back of my throat, and then my lips with his release, causing me to nearly choke on all that he gave me.
But I swallowed it down, trying to keep up, and knowing that I failed.
It was still hot as hell, though.
Like, on a scale of one to ten, it was a fifty-seven.
When he finally pulled back and I dropped my hands, I used them to wipe my face clean.
But I knew that I would need a light and a mirror to make sure that I’d gotten it all.
I felt a cool wetness on my shirt and knew that I was now a mess.
“Damn, I think I got your stuff on my shirt,” I teased.
He flicked on the light, and sure enough, there was a small amount on my t-shirt over my shoulder.
It stuck out like a sore thumb.
“Shit,” I snorted.
“Here,” he said, walking to a desk behind him and pulling a wipe out of a tub of Lysol disinfectant wipes before coming back toward me.
He wiped my shirt off, but it left a rather large wet stain. Then handed the wipe to me to clean off my hands.
When I was done, I looked down at myself.
“Damn,” I said.
Before I could come up with a solution, though, he was throwing his jacket around my shoulders.
I looked up at him once he had my arms threaded through the armholes.
I shivered at the delicious heat that was still emanating from it and groaned when a whiff of smell—spicy and manly—hit my nose.
He curled his hands around the collar and tugged it toward him, bringing me with it.
“I’ve been wanting to see you in this and nothing else since you gave it to me,” he groaned.
I grinned. “I’ll make sure to give you that tonight.”
He winked. “Let’s go before they start calling my phone asking where I am.”
We’d been ten minutes, max, since I’d left the table.
But he was right.
His friends would start asking questions soon, and I didn’t want them to think we’d abandoned them for our own selfish needs.
Which, we kind of did.
But not for long.
“Let’s go,” I said.
He winked and pulled open the door, waiting for me to exit before he turned out the light and locked the door, closing it solidly behind us.
We were halfway across the bar, within sight of our table, when it happened.
“Oh, ho, ho!” some obviously drunk dude called out loudly. “Look what State has! A shiny new toy!”
State tried to keep walking, but the guy reached out and touched my hair, causing Trouper to lose it.
“Don’t touch her. Ever,” Trouper ordered as he pushed him away before he could even get a finger on my long locks.
The drunk guy started to laugh even more, finding it utterly hilarious that he’d gotten a rise out of the unflappable man.
Troup didn’t find it funny.
Not at all.
He glared hard, then started to once again lead me to the table.
Except, again, drunk guy intervened.
“Looks like she’s got your jacket,” drunk guy said. “Did she suck your cock good, State?”
Troup’s hand twitched as if he wanted to punch the guy’s lights out.
Hell, I wanted to, and he hadn’t said much but a few words to me.
“When you’re done with her, maybe I can take her for a spin,” drunk guy pushed.
Still, Troup kept walking.
“Or does she only suck and fuck, Officer Dick?” he continued.
I rolled my eyes.
“You weren’t an officer when I fucked you for the first time. I’d just like to say that,” I teased him, trying to lighten the mood.
“Bet if I took her in the back room like you just did, I could make her come,” drunk guy slurred.
Then, for good measure, he started to cup his crotch.
When he still didn’t get the rise that he was searching for, he took a swing at me.
At that particular moment in time,
