Just then, the waitress arrived with their food, saving Chad from further thoughts about what he’d said. At least for the moment.
“Wow, it smells delicious,” Jeff said as he forked a scallop. Steam rose from the morsel, and Jeff pursed his lips and blew on it for a second.
Chad moaned.
Jeff turned to him, surprised. “What was that? Did you just moan?”
His face heated and he nodded. “You were blowing on your food…provocatively. It was your fault.”
Jeff smiled and bumped his hip against Chad’s. “Better hurry up and get to eating if you want dessert.”
“I didn’t check out the dessert menu.”
“I didn’t say it was on the menu.” Jeff’s free hand brushed against Chad’s leg.
Chad’s eyes grew wide as the possibility hit him.
“Eat up, Officer Charming. You’re going to need your strength for what I have planned.” Jeff smiled.
If anyone would ask Chad how his meal had tasted, he wouldn’t have been able to answer. He couldn’t remember one bite. He barely remembered paying. The one thing he did remember? Grabbing Jeff’s hand and practically dragging him to the car.
The dark parking lot had only one working light. Chad reached for the passenger door, but Jeff faced him. Instead of opening the door, Chad pushed Jeff against the car and kissed him.
A thrill surged through him as Jeff opened his mouth. He plundered Jeff’s mouth with his tongue, taking the sweetness offered. He couldn’t get enough of this man as he pressed his body against him.
A slow-burning pressure had been heating him all day, and when Jeff cupped his ass, that fuse caught fire. He thrust hard against Jeff and placed a trail of kisses from his lips down to his neck. When he felt the man’s pulse, he licked at it.
“You going to let me finally taste you?” Jeff asked, his voice husky.
Chad froze.
“Because I’ve been fantasizing about licking you like a fucking Popsicle.”
Jesus Fucking Christ.
His dick turned rock-hard. And Jeff’s cock pressed hard against him. “Get in the car,” he growled and yanked open the door.
Jeff smiled. “Yes, sir,” he whispered and let his finger trace down Chad’s arm.
Sir? He wasn’t into Dom/Sub play, but for some reason, that completely flipped his switch.
Jeff slid into his seat, and as he rounded the car, Chad tried to focus on slowing his heartrate before the damn thing shot out of his chest.
He got in, looked at Jeff, and nearly lost his mind. The man had unzipped his slacks, and they lay open, revealing a tight pair of gray briefs. Chad licked his lips at the prominent bulge.
“I’m hoping we can be each other’s dessert,” Jeff said as he started unbuttoning his shirt.
Chad started the car, eager to get home. Worried he would speed, he carefully kept his eyes focused on the road. Jeff made that difficult, though, as he pulled out his dick, stroking himself and moaning.
“Fuck, you’re killing me, honey,” Chad said.
“Why? Don’t you like what you see?”
Chad glanced over just as Jeff tweaked his nipple and slid his hand up his dick.
“Fuck.” He hit the gas, speeding down the highway, never more in a hurry to get home than now. “Your place or mine?”
“Yours. Bigger bed.”
Chad made it home in record time. Holding up his pants, Jeff ran ahead of him to the front door. Chad’s hand shook as he tried to unlock his door. What the hell was wrong with him? Other than being so full of lust, of course. Damn, he couldn’t think straight. The door finally opened and he let Jeff go in first.
Chad followed him inside and shut the door. “Drop your pants.”
Jeff smiled. “You mean these, Officer?” He oh-so-slowly lowered his pants, toed off his shoes, and finally kicked everything aside.
Chad was eager to join him, but Jeff stilled his hand. “Let me, baby.”
Baby. Oh, shit. Chad trembled and leaned against the wall as Jeff’s nimble fingers pulled his shirt from his waist and opened his fly. Before he knew it, his shoes and pants were keeping company with Jeff’s.
“Bedroom?” Jeff asked.
Chad nodded, yanking off his shirt and letting it fall to the floor. Now, only in his boxer briefs, he nearly vibrated with need. He followed Jeff up the stairs and couldn’t stop from cupping the man’s ass with his good hand.
Jeff raced into the bedroom and sat on the mattress, patting the space next to him. “I want you to lay back and let me have my way with you.”
Chad settled back, his head on a pillow. The damn cast got in his way a bit, but he wouldn’t let a little inconvenience ruin this night.