Catlin's Appaloosa(4)

“Oh, my god, Gallo!” Catlin growled.

Gallo jerked his gaze to Catlin’s shocked brown eyes for several seconds before dropping them to the man’s crotch. He saw the thick bulge outlined at the groin of the guy’s jeans and licked his lips. His ass clenched, and Gallo rubbed himself harder.“Need,” he whispered breathily, unable to express the sensations suddenly vibrating through his body.

“Gallo, I—”

Whatever Catlin would have said was cut off by the honk of a car horn.“Shit,” Catlin growled.“Gallo, behave,” he ordered, pressing on the accelerator and moving the vehicle through the intersection.“We’ll be at my place in fifteen minutes.”

“I burn,” Gallo whimpered, and he did. His dick felt like it would fall off it was so hard. He couldn’t remember ever reacting this way to another’s touch, not that what he could remember was much to go by. Still, something told Gallo he’d know if he’d felt this way before. Instinct running deep through Gallo’s veins assured him that he needed this man, and soon. “Please.”

He managed to bring his gaze up to Catlin’s, beseeching the man with his eyes. Catlin glanced over and looked him in the eye. “Damn it,” Catlin swore before checking his mirrors.

Gallo followed his stare, taking in the country road they’d turned down. Catlin whipped the vehicle over and stopped. He quickly unbelted himself and leaned over Gallo.“Take out your cock, Gallo,” he ordered softly.

Moaning, Gallo quickly obeyed. He shimmied his sweats down his hips, letting his dick spring free. The dark, engorged organ slapped against Gallo’s stomach, smearing pre-cum across his abs. Catlin wrapped his fingers around Gallo’s dick and stroked it from root to crown.

“Oh,” Gallo whispered, spreading his legs and thrusting into the tunnel created by Catlin’s fist. He gripped the door handle in one hand and the center console with the other, trying to gain leverage to fuck Catlin’s fist faster.

“Is this what you need?” Catlin growled.“My hand on you?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” He grunted, lifting his hips again and again. His eyelids drifted shut as pleasure tingled through his body, settling in his balls. His testicles pulled tight, and Gallo’s breathing turned ragged.

“Look at me.”

The snarled words had Gallo snapping his eyes open. His focus riveted on Catlin’s darkened brown eyes. The hand on his dick slowed, keeping his body just on the edge, but not letting him go over.

Catlin leaned close and whispered,“When we get to my home, I’m going to have your ass, Gallo.”

Gallo’s skin formed goose-bumps where Catlin’s warm breath wafted over his skin. He shuddered.

“You like the sound of that don’t you?” Catlin growled the question into his ear.

Gallo couldn’t seem to get enough moisture into his mouth to answer Catlin’s question, but the other man didn’t seem upset. He smiled. The heat of desire almost made Catlin’s brown eyes appear to smolder as he swept an appreciative look down Gallo’s body.

“Oh, yes,” Catlin whispered, drawing his face even closer. Catlin settled his lips over Gallo’s in a soft kiss that sent hot lust coursing through Gallo’s veins. Considering the way the bigger man was working his dick, Gallo found the soft press of lips shockingly chaste. After bringing the kiss to an end, Catlin leaned close to Gallo’s ear and whispered,“Come.”

Gallo’s over-stimulated body obeyed. His cock spewed his seed in pulsing jets across his shirt and Catlin’s hand. Soft nibbles against his neck had his dick sending one last arc into the air. His ragged panting sounded loud in the confines of the car.

“You’re fucking stunning, Gallo,” Catlin whispered, nuzzling his neck.“Use your shirt to clean yourself up while I get us home.”

While Catlin got the car moving again, Gallo struggled to do as instructed. His movements were slow and jerky as he pulled his soiled t-shirt from his body, wiped away the rest of his cum, and righted his sweats. By the time he was done, he realized the detective was on the phone with someone.

“No, I need to be removed from the case. Brock will have to take the lead on this one.” There was a pause, where Catlin’s attention strayed to Gallo for a second. “Because I’ve become too close to the victim.”

Gallo’s eyes widened. Was this about him? Had he done something to jeopardize his soon-to-be lover’s job? He tried to catch Catlin’s attention, but Catlin held up a hand, telling him to wait. Gallo found himself instinctively obeying the more dominant man.