As far as nicknames went, I supposed it was better than him calling me Pop-pop considering the circumstances, but being named after a cartoon raccoon wasn't really going to do it for me. "We're going to have a serious conversation about your choice of nicknames for me," I said as I gave his dick a tight squeeze. "Later," I added and then I grabbed his hips and dragged them closer. I shoved his underwear down, exposing his dick. The pre-cum glistening from the tip was calling my name, but it wasn't lost on me what I was about to do.
"Magnus, you don't have-"
That was as far as Dante got before I ran the flat of my tongue across his crown, savoring the salty-sweet taste of him.
"Fuck," Dante bit out.
I gave him another few experimental licks and then trailed my tongue down his shaft. The newness of the experience was overshadowed by the moans of pleasure that fell from Dante's mouth. Somewhere in the back of my head, it was registering that I actually had my mouth on another guy's junk, but it was all secondary to how good it felt to be pleasuring him in this way. To know I was the one pulling those sounds out of his mouth.
I worked my way back up his length and then closed my mouth around just the tip of him. I sucked him lightly and he instantly shoved his dick farther into my mouth. I managed to put my hand around his base to keep him from going any deeper because I could feel my gag reflex threatening to kick in.
"Shit, sorry," Dante said. "Magnus-"
I didn't give him time to spew some more crap about how I didn't need to do this. Instead, I took as much of him in my mouth as I dared and then swirled my tongue around the crown before hollowing out my cheeks. I was rewarded with a slew of curses which just emboldened me. I felt fingers sifting through my hair, but there was no pressure trying to force me farther down on him. But he also wasn't thrusting into my mouth anymore and that wasn't acceptable. I wanted him to lose his mind the same way his touch could make me lose mine. With that thought in mind, I began working him over as best I could, using my free hand to massage his balls. But I'd forgotten that we were doing a give and receive thing and I shouted around his flesh when my own dick was sucked into a hot cavern of pure ecstasy. I clearly didn't have the finesse Dante did as he expertly sucked me, but I did my best to keep up and was thrilled when he finally began fucking my mouth. We'd both shifted so that we were lying on our sides so I was able to palm Dante's ass as I blew him. I'd been planning on toying with his hole to drive him even higher, but he beat me at my own game and I actually released his dick when the rough pad of a finger pressed against my opening.
"Jesus fucking Christ," I moaned as I dropped my head to Dante's thigh. He was rubbing back and forth over my entrance even as he was hoovering my cock. The combined sensations were too much for me to bear and I couldn't stop the orgasm that slammed into me. "I'm coming!" I shouted in belated warning since I didn't know if Dante wanted me to come in his mouth. I had my answer a second later when he gripped my ass hard and held me in place as I shot down his throat. Pleasure flooded my nerve endings as the coil inside of me snapped and exquisite relief wrapped around me like a blanket. It took several long minutes to come down from my high. I opened my eyes – I didn't even remember closing them – and settled them on Dante who was watching me with a happy smirk on his face.
"I always was good with numbers," he said with a chuckle.
I shook my head at him and then turned my attention to his cock which was still heavy with need. I didn't hesitate to suck it back into my mouth and then I went to town on him, intent on pulling the same pleasure out of him that I'd experienced only moments ago. It took much less time than I thought because Dante was shouting his warning within a matter of minutes. I didn't know what to expect as he came, but I didn't pull off him. The first blast of cum startled me, both with the force of it hitting the back of my throat and the taste. Another shot filled my mouth before I could even swallow and I was forced to pull off. More cum pelted my chin and the rest hit my neck and dribbled down onto the bedding. I swallowed what was in my mouth. It was a mix of salty and bitter, but it wasn't bad. I used my hand to wipe my neck and chin and licked off what was there, then lowered my head to lick my way down Dante's spent dick. The taste grew on me and I collected every last drop. When I finally looked up at him, he was staring at me with an unreadable expression.
"I guess I'm going to need to practice my numbers a bit," I joked, hoping to lighten the mood that suddenly felt too intense. A quiet Dante wasn't necessarily a good thing.
Dante's eyes held mine as he sat up and then he was crawling towards me, pushing me flat on my back and covering my body with his. His mouth sealed over mine in an almost desperate kiss. When he released me he said, "It was perfect. You're perfect."
I smiled at him and then rolled him to his back. But before I could kiss him, he said, "But you're changing these sheets while I shower." He shifted his body like he was uncomfortable and I realized I'd pushed him right on top of the puddle of cum that had missed my mouth.
"You're the one with the bad aim," I said mildly as I slid my hand down his body.
Dante wrestled with me until I was on my back again and then he reached down to fist my dick. "We both know you're an excellent pitcher," he murmured as he gave me a long, heavy stroke. "But we'll need to work on making you an equally talented catcher," he suggested and then his hand was drifting lower, searching out my hole. I moaned at the sensation of him massaging me there. I pulled him down for a kiss.
"I guess it's a good thing I'm a quick learner, then," I said against his lips.
Dante's eyes widened as he got what I was saying. He might have been teasing me about taking me at some point, but I wasn't. Far from it. I wanted it all and I wanted it with him.
I used his momentary loss of speech to say, "Now, about this Ranger Rick thing … "
Chapter Seventeen
Dante
Jesus, if the bailiff moved any slower, he'd be walking backwards.
I managed to keep the thought to myself even though I wanted to leap over the small divider separating the audience from the judge and lawyers and snatch the piece of paper from the portly court officer's hand. Why the hell was there so much pretense involved in reading a verdict? For fuck's sake, it was one word, two at most.
Guilty.
Not Guilty.
Easy.
I nearly jumped when Magnus's hand settled on my thigh, probably to stop the incessant tapping of my right leg. I shot him an apologetic look, but all he did was smile and he left his hand exactly where it was, not caring if the people sitting around us noticed.
I covered his hand with mine and wasn't surprised when he separated his fingers long enough to let me link our hands. In the two days since he'd fucked me for the first time, he'd somehow become an expert at reading me. That had scared me early on, but I was getting used to it … well, okay, I was working on getting used to it.
When I wasn't busy waiting for the other shoe to drop. Which translated into waiting for Magnus to come to his senses and see what a fucked-up mess I was.
But I'd thrown my worst at him, and like he'd promised, nothing had changed. He hadn't looked at me in disgust or with pity, though I knew the things I'd told him about my past had upset him.
Just not in the way I'd thought.
Because when all had been said and done, he'd still been on my side.
Even when I hadn't been.
There'd been no censure in his voice, no hesitation in his touch in any of the times he'd fucked me since he'd convinced me not to leave two mornings ago. If anything, he'd become even more determined to prove he wanted me for more than just sex.
We'd spent most of the day after Magnus had testified in bed, but we'd done so much more than just fuck. He'd told me stories about Jenna and I'd shared everything about Aleks that I could remember. The one thing I hadn't told him was that I hadn't stopped my search for Aleks and that I had no plans to either.
Because I didn't want Magnus to tell me it was hopeless.
I wasn't ready to hear those words from him. Countless others had told me that, but if Magnus said it …
I just wasn't ready. Maybe if this whole relationship stuff really did end up being something, I'd find the guts to tell him and I'd deal with whatever happened after that.
The prosecutor had called Magnus that night to confirm he was going to attend closing arguments the following day and Magnus had asked me to go with him and I'd known it wouldn't be as his bodyguard. I'd been proud of my man – yeah, I'd started thinking of him that way – for how tall he'd sat as both sides had used him to try and sway the jury in their favor. Luckily, the prosecutor had had the last word since his closing argument had been after the defense's. He'd reminded the jury of Magnus's twenty years in law enforcement, his professionalism, his dedication and commitment and the countless lives he'd saved, all while struggling with the challenges of being a single parent. And then he'd reminded the seven men and five women that Magnus wasn't the one on trial and that a sixteen-year-old girl was dead because of one man and one man only.