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Private Dick Casefile 01 - Lily White Rose Red

Private Dick Casefile 01 - Lily White Rose Red

Titel: Private Dick Casefile 01 - Lily White Rose Red
Autoren: Catt Ford
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meet him, reveling in the feeling of his muscular body covering me, dominating me.
    Sometimes I can stop it, but this time I didn’t want to. The Lily White, Rose Red: Grey Randall, Private Dick Casefile #1
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    sensation vibrated right through my body as I chased for the release I needed. I had no conscious control; I had totally given myself into his hands. He was almost slamming my hips into the wall.
    My orgasm was so strong I almost passed out. No coherent thought, no energy for vocal cords, I was almost paralyzed as I spurted over his hand.
    I felt his cock swell inside me, and he pressed me harder into the wall, his fingers where they were still wrapped around my dick pressed into my belly with the weight of him against my back. It felt better than anything I’d ever experienced before, like I could never get enough of Phil inside me, holding me, owning me… and that scared the hell out of me.
    “Oh God,” he breathed. His hips jerked against my ass, and he froze. We stayed like that, him throbbing inside me, until he slipped out and his grip slackened around me.
    “You okay?” he asked.
    “I think I’ll live,” I muttered, and then I let myself get pulled under.

    DIMLY, I felt tingles in my arms as the blood started to circulate. My knees sagged, and then I felt myself being lifted.
    “You weigh a ton,” Phil complained.
    “’S’cause ’m all muscle,” I slurred.
    His chuckle sounded affectionate as he staggered toward the couch in his office. He sat down rather suddenly with me on his lap.
    “Yeah, that must be it. Wiry.”
    I couldn’t move or open my eyes. I let him maneuver me as he pulled my pants up and buttoned my shirt. I must have passed out briefly again, because the feel of a glass against my lips made me start.
    I prefer to think it was just a matter of all the sleep I hadn’t been having finally catching up with me.

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    CATT FORD

    “Water,” Phil said. “Do you remember who I am?”
    “Mr. Big,” I managed.
    He laughed. “That’s the first time I’ve ever felt I really earned the title.”
    “You did,” I assured him. I clenched my cheeks. I had a little more to remember him by now. “Holy fuck.”
    “Was that ‘holy fuck, I liked it’ or ‘holy fuck I’m never doing this again’?” He sounded sort of anxious.
    “I didn’t stop you.” I suddenly realized I was resting my head on his shoulder and decided it might give him the wrong impression. I pulled myself away from him and up. Somewhere along the line, he’d freed me from the cuffs. “I’ve got to get going.”
    “Clients beating down your door?”
    “Dying to get in to see me.”
    He didn’t think it was funny. “I’ll take you home. You can’t get a cab around here this time of night.”
    He turned to the desk to get his keys, looking remote and unapproachable. Also hot, magnetic, and eminently desirable. I waited for him to warn me not to say anything about him to anyone. Then I wondered if his modus operandi to keep the news about him being queer under wraps was to kill off whoever he fucked. He looked like he could do it. Maybe he had.
    “Let’s go.”
    I waited as he locked the doors, feeling a little unsteady on my feet. I couldn’t figure out what he was expecting from me. Flowers?
    That I’d ask to spend the night with him? Waking up in each other’s arms? That sounded way too appealing, and it just wasn’t in the cards for queers in this town.
    He led the way to his car, unlocked the door, and got in, leaning over to open the passenger door for me. I got in and sat staring straight ahead.
    “Where do you live?”

    Lily White, Rose Red: Grey Randall, Private Dick Casefile #1
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    I told him and we rolled. When he pulled up in front of my building, he didn’t kill the engine, just sat there with his hands clenching the wheel. His hands that had been roaming all over me….
    “Thanks for the lift.”
    He turned to me, and his eyes glittered in the dark from the one light on my street. “Maybe next time I’ll even kiss you.”
    “Maybe there won’t be a next time.”
    He looked grim.
    I leaned forward and kissed him. It made me feel a little better to take back some of the control I’d let him have all evening. It heartened me when I felt him respond eagerly, opening his mouth to my tongue. I put everything into that kiss, everything I couldn’t say.
    It was madness, one man kissing another man in a car right on the street. Granted, the street was empty and it
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