The bed creaked softly as Ranger shifted his weight. His knees slid down a little further on the sheets, pushing him deeper into Morelli’s mouth. He felt the cop’s jaws working around his cock and the brush of a night’s worth of beard against his thigh. He gripped Morelli’s thighs with his hand and arched his neck, taking the cop all the way to the back of his throat. Morelli grunted his appreciation and his ass lifted several inches off the bed.
Ranger hummed softly as his head bobbed up and down, sending chills along Morelli’s spine. His nose brushed Morelli’s balls and they tightened each time. Morelli’s toes curled into the tangled sheets and he struggled not to cum too soon. Ranger tasted every bit as good as he looked; the salty tang in the back of Morelli’s throat combined with the bounty hunter’s musky scent. The combination made Morelli’s head spin with pleasure.
Raising his head from the bed, Morelli dug his nails into Ranger’s tight ass and sucked harder, relaxing his throat and taking the bounty hunter as deeply as he could. Ranger’s pubic hairs tickled his nose and chin. Ranger’s hips bucked and his thigh muscles bunched and Morelli knew that the bounty hunter was close to the edge. He sucked harder, as if Ranger’s cock was a straw and Morelli was trying to slurp up the last of a vanilla milkshake.
Ranger panted, his nostrils distending as he kept his lips locked tightly around Morelli’s cock. He was so close he could barely hold still and he knew the cop was even closer; he could taste Morelli already in the back of his mouth and feel the rapid throbbing of the thick vein in the underside of his cock. He squeezed Morelli’s balls in encouragement and was quickly rewarded with a long, low moan and thick, salty cum in the back of his mouth. He swallowed, unwilling to waste even the smallest drop of the precious fluid.
Morelli took his mouth away from Ranger with a soft growl. “That’s cheating.”
Ranger licked Morelli’s balls and chuckled. “So do something about it.” In response, Morelli locked his lips around Ranger’s balls and suckled them until the bounty hunter cried mercy. Then he returned his attention to Ranger’s cock. He licked the head slowly, circling the slit round and round before plugging the tiny opening with the tip of his tongue. When Ranger’s hips bucked convulsively, he flickered his tongue back and forth against the slit, teasing his lover, friend, and sometime nemesis.
“I surrender,” Ranger hissed, his face buried against Morelli’s crotch.
Morelli opened his mouth wide and took the bounty hunter deep. He felt the heavy cock twitch and knew that it wouldn’t be long before Ranger spilled himself. He rubbed Ranger’s ass and gulped, trying to force Ranger even deeper. The bounty hunter bounced slowly on his knees, pushing deeper and deeper into Morelli’s mouth until the cop’s eyes watered. He thrust down a final time and his whole body went rigid as hot, sticky semen filled Morelli’s mouth.
Morelli slurped and licked and swallowed, catching every drop. He was working his way toward Ranger’s balls when Bob howled and barked. Both men jumped and rolled away from each other. Morelli’s skin was flushed dark red and Ranger’s mocha latte complexion gleamed with sweat. Both leapt off the bed and rushed to the window and peered out through the curtains.
A powder blue Buick with tail fins and a front end longer than the Titanic eased behind Morelli’s truck.
“Shit,” Morelli said as he moved back from the window. “What the hell happened to the last car?”
“You need to ask?” Ranger shook his head as he grabbed up his clothes.
“I didn’t get fifty calls.”
“Because I turned off your pager,” Ranger grinned. “I didn’t want to be disturbed.”
“Good idea,” Morelli said as he struggled into sweat pants and a t-shirt. He spoke to empty air. The man of mystery was already gone.
Downstairs, Morelli opened the door and gave Stephanie a playful rub on her blond head. He avoided kissing her, afraid she’d taste Ranger on his lips. As he closed the door he saw the bounty hunter’s black Porche slide against the curb behind the Buick and angle himself from the car. His clothes looked like they’d just arrived from the cleaners and his hair was slicked back in its usual pony tail. Dark shades obscured his eyes.
“How does he do that?” Morelli muttered in frustration.
Stephanie stood at Morelli’s shoulder and offered her mentor a little finger wave. “He’s got talents.”
Morelli’s mouth tightened and turned from the door to hide his smirk.