Private Dick Casefile 01 - Lily White Rose Red

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    When his fingers found my nipples, tracing circles around the aureoles, I couldn’t have spoken, even if I had wanted to get away. I pushed forward into his touch in spite of myself, asking for more. He obliged, pinching the nubs softly between his fingers and thumbs, pulling on them just a little. I groaned with pleasure.
    “You like that, don’t you?”
    I turned my head away, ashamed to let him see how much. There was a storm raging inside me; I wanted it and I didn’t. I felt one of his hands move up to my neck, and he rubbed his thumb over the little dip between my collarbones. I knew if he pressed hard enough just there, he could cut off my supply of air, but his intentions seemed to be benign. He grabbed my chin and turned me to face him.
    “You’re nice and s—”
    “Wiry! I’m not skinny!”
    Phil Martin chuckled. “I was going to say slim. Any problem with that?”
    I shook my head, my cheeks burning.
    “You’re the sexiest dick, private or public, that I’ve ever seen, you know that?” He released my chin and bent to take one of my nipples in his mouth.
    “I know. I’ve seen my competition,” I gasped.
    I wanted to grab his head and press it against me, but of course I couldn’t. All I could do was hang there and let him explore me, which he did very thoroughly. He nibbled at my throat, tested an ear lobe, yes, definitely sensitive there, blew in my ear. He nipped and sucked at my nipples until they were as hard as my dick. He licked a line down the Lily White, Rose Red: Grey Randall, Private Dick Casefile #1
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    center of my torso and blew on it.
    When he stood up his face was a little red, even though he was still dressed to the nines in his tux. I couldn’t resist looking down to check the bulge in his trousers. The evidence was there, he was enjoying this as much as I was. What can I say? I’m a dick, and observation is my game.
    He started on my pants, unbuttoning and unzipping me. Too late, I realized my pants had nowhere to go but down, and I widened my legs. It was a vain attempt.
    My boxers weren’t in his league, but Phil didn’t seem to care as he watched me lose the battle with gravity.
    When my pants were in a puddle around my ankles, his smile turned into a leer. “Nice legs. All three of them.” I looked down and was confronted with the sight of my boxers tenting in front of me, with my dick acting as the pole. “Thanks.” He put his hands on my hips, and one of us let out a breath. I’m not even sure who, or if we did it in unison. I bit my lips as he slid a hand around to press my shorts between my cheeks and stroked over my hole. I could feel myself clenching frantically as he touched me through the fabric.
    I could feel the shape of his cock pressed against my thigh. He was right up against me, staring into my eyes, rubbing my ass and squeezing….
    I let out a shuddering breath. At first I’d been afraid of what he was going to do, but now I was afraid he wasn’t going to do what I yearned for. What if he just planned to unwrap me and take inventory?
    What if—
    He turned me to face the wall, and I waited. I could feel him tangle with my clothes.
    “What’re you doing?”
    “Struggling with your damn shirt and jacket,” Phil growled.
    I had to snicker. “Want me to help with that?”
    “Is that a clever ruse to get me to let you go?” 202

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    “Might make it easier.”
    “I’ve got you right where I want you,” he answered. “I’ll manage.”
    He yanked my shorts down and lifted my shirt. His hands were so warm when he cupped my cheeks, and I felt his breath on my neck.
    “What an ass,” he murmured.
    He sounded awed. I’ve done a lot of running to stay fit and it was nice to know that it paid off. His hands were rhythmically squeezing my buttocks almost hard enough to bruise, and I pushed back into his grip.
    I wanted him to take me right there, ravish me against the wall, but I didn’t know if I could admit it to him. I could hear his breath coming ragged, and his grip shifted to my hips. I knew I’d have marks there tomorrow to remember him by in case I was in danger of forgetting.
    “I’m not going to fuck you unless you ask me to.” His voice was low and shaky. “Although now that I’ve got that delectable backside on display, it’ll be hard to resist.”
    It was nice to know that same lust that was burning through my body was getting to him too.
    He stepped away from me, and I gasped at the loss of