PsyCop 2.2: Many Happy Returns by Jordan Castillo Price Page B

it with the tip of his tongue.
    Kenneth squirmed. His cock was so stiff now it almost hurt, and his balls were tight. If he was so turned on already, how amazing would it feel if he were buried deep in that wicked mouth?
    Kenneth pulled his shirt off with one quick tug, and let it fall to the floor beside his foot.
    Crash smiled up at him, then reached into his mouth and pulled out the wad of chewing gum. He twisted around and stuck the gum beneath the counter. “Good choice,” he said, and turning back to meet Kenneth’s gaze again, he wet his lips with a long, slow swipe of his tongue.
    Crash’s hands slid up the backs of Kenneth’s thighs, grabbing his ass, squeezing it, pushing Kenneth’s hips forward so his cock sank deep, deep into Crash’s hot, slick mouth.
    Crash just held him there for a moment. Good thing, Kenneth thought, both hands clutching the counter so hard that his knuckles went white.
    He was in the midst of a giant headrush that threatened to leave him sprawled on a pile of ugly, poorly sized, or just plain unwanted holiday gifts.
    Crash’s tongue moved, an unhurried slither that dragged the smooth ball of his tongue stud tantalizingly over the bottom of Kenneth’s stiff dick.
    “Oh, God.”
    Crash grunted a reply. Kenneth thought he sounded pleased with himself.
    Crash began to suck, and Kenneth’s world tipped on its axis. His legs started to quiver, at first just a slight trembling, and then a full-on shake. Crash held his ass more tightly, sinking his fingers deep into the flesh, driving Kenneth’s dick deeper still into his throat. Kenneth felt the softness at the back with his sensitive cockhead, felt Crash hum, and swallow, and use every trick in the book to make him explode.
    Kenneth’s hips started flexing, rocking his dick in and out of Crash’s mouth, the root sinking deep and then revealing itself again, over and over, shining with spit.
    Kenneth took a deep breath, and even though he wanted to just grab the back of Crash’s head, feel a handful of that stiff, spiky hair as he crammed himself in as far as he could, to fuck Crash’s face until that dam burst and he was coming straight down that talented throat--even though he wanted that more than anything else, Kenneth stopped. He held himself very still.
    Crash pulled off of Kenneth’s cock with a slurp so loud it practically rang through the subbasement. He poked his head up above the edge of the counter to see if somebody was watching. “What?” he whispered.
    Kenneth’s eyes darted back toward the entrance to the sales floor to make sure there wasn’t a guard listening in. “Show me your dick.” The sly grin spread over Crash’s face again. He grabbed Kenneth hard by the waist and pulled him down onto the floor behind the counter. The carpet was threadbare and dirty, but there were enough piles of clothing there to cushion them.
    Crash’s jeans were so old and tight that they hugged his long legs and slim hips perfectly, with no need for a belt. He faced Kenneth, kneeling, as he yanked the fly open.
    Crash grabbed Kenneth’s hand and stuffed it down the front of his pants.
    It was too tight in there to feel anything specific, and yet just the thought of it, having his hand on some total stranger’s hot, hard cock, made Kenneth’s breath catch.
    Crash eased his tight jeans down over his hips and his dick fell free, perfectly stiff. He wove his fingers through Kenneth’s, and they stroked it together as Crash stared into Kenneth’s eyes.
    It was too intense for Kenneth. He needed to look away. He stared down at his own hard-on and took it in his other hand, stroking it alongside Crash’s.
    Crash pulled his hand free, leaving Kenneth with a stiff dick in each fist, one wet, one dry, stroking them both. A bottle of cheap hand lotion was tucked beneath the return counter. Crash grabbed it and shot a generous squirt of lotion on both of them.
    The sensation changed from good to incredible as the lotion oozed through