Chapter 34

“You’re getting hard. I feel your dick on my thigh,” Dillon whispers.

“Isn’t this what you want? A guy like you wants it hard.”

“And more,” Dillon says, leans up and kisses Jason again, growling.

Jason falls over Dillon. He moves his lips from the man’s mouth to his neck: salty and stubbly skin that smells like afternoon sweat. His mouth travels southward bound and over one of Dillon’s shoulders, against his left pec, then his nipple. His mouth steers along the bumped and muscled surface of the cop’s hairy chest until he reaches his navel. He licks the navel, forming an O. Slipping his torso over Dillon’s legs he slowly pulls back the cotton sheet and finds what he’s looking for. He dabs the top of his tongue to Dillon’s throbbing dick, takes a lick, two licks, three licks, and whispers, “Mine. You’re all mine, Officer Snyder. I won’t let you get away from me. Not anytime soon.”Part 4: Everyday Travels

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