“Then take a real taste,” Michaels dared.
Did Michaels really want to kiss him? Judge was seriously considering it. He hadn’t kissed anyone in years; maybe he wasn’t even good at it anymore. He braced himself on his forearms, hovering over Michaels’ face, his lips so close. Michaels grinned at him and brought a hand up to press down on his shoulder. Pressing and pressing until Judge finally got the hint.
“A real taste.” Michaels smirked.
Asshole. He wasn’t talking about a kiss at all. He wanted Judge’s mouth further down. Judge quirked his eyebrow at the ballsy request.
“Suck it, Judge. It’ll taste good. I promise you.” Michaels flirted, tucking one arm behind his head while the other grazed back and forth over his own nipples.
Sexy fucker. Judge wanted to refuse, but he would only be cheating himself. He wanted that hard, heavy shaft ramming down his throat more than anything right then. Spreading his mouth wide to take it all down his throat while he gagged on the length. Oh my god. Judge wanted Michaels to come down his throat. Shit. Judge’s own cock pulsed behind his jeans, loving every word and image he’d just thought.
Michaels was already shimmying out of his briefs and sweats. His full cock springing free and slapping his abdomen. Judge took it in his hand and jerked it a few times, listening to Michaels curse and arch up into his fist. So damn sexy. Judge licked all around the shaft; light, teasing strokes with the tip of his tongue that weren’t nearly enough satisfaction for his impetuous detective. When Michaels put his hand on his head, silently begging for more, he himself didn’t have the power to keep resisting.
He opened his mouth wide enough to take in the swollen head, hollowing his cheeks and sucking him hard.
“Yes,” Michaels groaned, his head turning to the side, burrowing into the plush pillow. He was inhaling deeply. Is he smelling where I slept? That had Judge turning up the enthusiasm. He went down halfway, his fist closed tightly around the bottom half as he sucked and jerked in tandem, every few seconds going down as far as he could, his nose just brushing those prickly pubes.
“Judge.” A whimper.
Damn, that sounded sexy as shit. Judge slurped and sucked until Michaels had a steady chant going that consisted of several curse words, a threat, a promise and of course: Judge’s name. Judge’s eyes had been closed, enjoying the act just as much as the recipient, when he felt a light caress start at the top of his brow and traveled soothingly down his temple to the corner of his mouth. With his lips stretched wide, he looked up Michaels’ rippled torso and saw that he was watching him intently. His mouth was parted slightly, his lips pinker than usual, as if he’d been biting on them. Those gun-toting, calloused fingers danced around on his beard before the touch became more aggressive. Michaels was touching him just the way he loved to be touched. Stroking and digging his blunt nails into his beard. Those gorgeous, keen eyes looked at Judge like he’d hung the moon tonight just for him. Judge had to watch, couldn’t tear his eyes away as he kept sucking and pulling on that wide shaft. Damn if Michaels was lying because he sure as shit tasted delicious.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Michaels dug and pulled on Judge’s beard because it was hot to do and it really got the big man fired up. He was sucking the fuck out of his cock while jerking his own with his other hand. He was letting himself loose and Michaels wanted that. Judge went down and buried his nose in Michaels’ thick bush, his throat working the head. Michaels grunted hard, his lower back forced up off the bed by the amount of desire flooding him. Judge gagged and pulled off, looking pleased at Michaels’ spit-slicked cock. Few more seconds of this and he was going to come… explosively.
Judge moaned around the blushed head, working hard at getting both of them off. Michaels didn’t want to come like this; he wanted more. His ass was just starting to feel relief and he wanted to beat it up again. Oh, hell yes. He pulled on Judge’s hair. “Enough,” he groaned.
“I want you to come,” Judge answered, his voice just as sexy and husky.
“I will.” Michaels opened his legs wide. He reached his hand down and skimmed over his balls, gathering some of the spit there, reaching lower. Judge gasped when Michaels pushed two fingers inside himself.
The burn was immediate but welcomed. He rode his own fingers, getting lost in the friction, his eyes sliding closed. The bed shifted and Judge was gone but Michaels didn’t stop, couldn’t stop. Judge was back with the lube, hurrying out of his jeans and spreading the slick liquid on his fingers before he even got back on the bed. Someone else was just as restless as he was. Michaels pulled his t-shirt all the way off, spreading his legs wider in obvious invitation.