Summer Fever

paperwork. “Well, Mr. Andrews, I wasn’t planning on giving you a ticket, but you know us backwoods cops. We can always trump up some charges with little or no provocation. So why don’t we just cut straight to the negotiations. You want to suck my cock, and I like that idea. How about we go wherever you were headed and get to it?” I brightened right up. A ticket or a night in jail would have been such a bummer, and in spite of the uniform, I could tell he had the kind of build that always got my motor running, and he dressed left. My absolute favorite, closely followed by men who dressed right. “Why don’t we just step off the road?” I suggested.
    “Or we could go to your place.”
    “I don’t even know your name. What if you’re an axe murderer?” He busted up laughing. “Well, you’re certainly safer in the lonely woods with an axe murderer than you would be in a house with a phone.
    You didn’t ask for my name when you offered to suck me off.”
    “Okay, maybe this wasn’t such a smart idea,” I grumbled.
    He took off his glasses. His eyes were deep velvety brown, with long lashes and strongly marked brows. His laugh lines softened his square jaw as he spoke. “Russell. Russ Seavers. And I’m really a cop, not an axe murderer in disguise.”
    Guiltily I thought about my parents. Not that they were at the cabin, but what if Officer Seavers came by some time looking for me? “The offer is limited time only. Next fifteen minutes or no deal.” 5

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    “You are one tough negotiator,” he said with a smirk. “Okay, follow me. I know a place.”
    He walked back to his car and I ogled the rolling of his buttocks every step of the way. The way the gun belt sat right down on his rounded cheeks ….
    After he started his car and pulled around me, I followed him. He led the way to a little picnic area by a creek. It was getting pretty late and no one was around, so I pulled up next to his car and got out wearing a cocky grin. I fully intended to push him back against his car and sink to my knees. I couldn’t wait to taste his cock.
    For the first time, I felt a little hit of danger off him. He grabbed my upper arms and walked me back against a big oak. I could feel the scratch of the bark bite through my shirt as he pressed me against the trunk. His grip was like iron and I could tell that he knew how to handle me.
    Then his mouth descended against mine, his tongue gentle as he licked the line of my lips. I gave a little whimper and let my head fall back against the tree as I opened up to him.
    He knew how to kiss.
    My knees were like overcooked noodles when he pressed his hard body against mine, his thigh pushing my legs apart. I rode his leg, rubbing myself against him and shaking like I was in heat or something. His hands were still on my arms, which were hanging limp at my sides, and believe me, that wasn’t like me. You put a tasty treat like this guy in front of me and normally I grabbed for seconds.
    But I was blindsided with lust, he just felt so damn good against me, and he wouldn’t stop kissing me. He let go of one of my arms and I reached blindly around him, cupping the curve of his ass and digging my fingers into his admirable cheek. Lunges for sure.
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    Summer Fever | Catt Ford

    I gasped and jumped when I felt his hand at my throat, the thumb rubbing a tiny circle in the dip at the base of my throat. His hand slid down the length of my body, leaving tingles all the way. He stopped teasingly at my belt and I bucked my hips against his, wanting more.
    At last I felt his fingers, tracing the outline of my cock outside my jeans. I moaned into his mouth, wanting nothing more than to feel his hand on my skin, but he had other ideas. He just caressed me gently, never giving me enough to get off, just enough to tantalize and titillate.
    Two can play at that game, and I pulled my other arm free, reaching for the bulge that distended his trousers in front. With my hand flat on his cock, I lifted one leg and wrapped it around his thigh, pulling him closer.
    If it weren’t for the tree, we’d have been on the ground. The heat between us crackled like summer lightning and I’m surprised I didn’t see the sparks. We were moaning and humping against each other with no thought for how this was going to end, which could only be the laundry room, because neither of us could operate zippers or buttons any more.
    Any blood supply had fled south, leaving our brains to