Free Dirty Laundry: A Tucker Springs Novel #3 by Heidi Cullinan Page B

on holding still for Denver’s cock and then breathing.
    Denver began to fuck faster, maybe even a little deeper. “God, that’s so fucking hot.” He pumped a few more times, then rested at Adam’s lips, teasing them while he breathed.
    Adam coughed, spitting up a wad of built-up saliva, but he was ready for another round. He wanted it. He needed it.
    The hand at his hair kneaded. “You don’t have any fucking gag reflex at all. You just sit there waiting for it. Jesus. I’m not going to last, you’re so fucking hot. Only way you’d look hotter is with my cum dripping off your face.” Adam moaned. Denver grinned. “Oh yeah? You want my shower, baby? You wanna wear my cum?” Adam tried to nod, but he couldn’t move. Denver thrust deep and Adam let his eyes unfocus while he waited for another chance for air. “Okay, baby. Gonna fuck real hard a minute, then I’ll be ready.”
    He did fuck hard, so hard it hurt, but Adam’s muffled cries only egged Denver on. When he pulled out all the way, Adam’s gasp was a sob, and he shook, part from use, part from a kind of pleasure that made him want to collapse on the floor and cry.
    Then he felt the first blast, and he held still, waiting transfixed for the rest.
    Brad had come on him once, on his back, when a condom had broken and Brad had been too impatient to get another. He remembered lying there, feeling the hot fluid land on him, cooling instantly, marking him, soiling him. He remembered feeling used and branded and loving it. Unfortunately, he also he remembered having to lie there while Brad got a tissue, remembered Brad bitching about getting mess on the sheets. Adam remembered feeling like he had to keep his enjoyment quiet, knowing there was no way it’d be safe to ask for that kind of sex again.
    Denver came like a geyser, cum glopping out first on Adam’s cheek, then his nose, then his mouth and his eyebrow. He shut his eyes tight to protect his vulnerable contacts, but other than that, everything about Denver coming on him turned him on harder than he’d ever been. His cock throbbed, and he tried to chase after Denver’s tip to catch the rest with his tongue, but Denver stopped him. “Kind of defeats the point of you sucking on latex if you eat it, baby.”
    Adam blinked up at him. He was a little shocked at himself, not just because he’d forgotten and wanted to lick the cum, but because he still wanted to, even after being reminded. The thought was arresting. Had he burned his anxiety out? Or did it just have a big, fat cum fetish?
    Denver tucked himself away. He kept smiling down at Adam, looking proud. Not of himself, but of Adam. It made Adam want to purr, and it made him really hard. “You did good. Real good. I got rough there at the end, but you just took it.”
    “I loved it,” Adam whispered, his throat raw.
    Denver stroked his hair. “I know.” He winked and tugged Adam to his feet. “Come on. Time for the good boy to get his reward.”
    Adam hadn’t had anything to drink but that La Croix, but he listed and weaved as he followed Denver to what looked like a break room table in the middle of a tower of beer boxes. He held up his hands as Denver stripped off his shirt—careful not to disturb the drying cum— and undid his pants all the way, pushing them to the floor before ordering Adam to step out of them.
    He laid Adam on his back on the table, put his ankles in Adam’s own hands. The gesture made Adam open wide, his cock bobbing and his clenching ass spreading open for Denver’s view. Denver smiled down at Adam in approval.
    Then he sat in the chair at the end of the table, lifted Adam’s ass in his hands like a loaf of bread, and drew it to his mouth.
    Adam cried out as Denver rimmed him, tugging on his ankles and pulling himself further open. Denver grinned over Adam’s upturned ass, shoving his thumbs inside and pulling Adam even wider.
    “You look good wearing my cum,” Denver observed, working his thumbs in deeper. He