Free PsyCop 3: Body and Soul by Jordan Castillo Price Page B

"it's okay."
    I shook my head again, a small jerk, and sucked even harder. No. It wasn't okay. I did not want to be with Crash.
    He'd told me that Jacob would never agree to a three-way, and here Jacob went and offered—and I suspected that it meant something. I just couldn't quite figure out what.
    I forced my jaw to relax and I drove my face onto Jacob's cock as far as it would go. Jackie might've had more practice in her short, pathetic life, but damn it, I could give a blowjob every inch as good as one of hers. I sucked him and stroked his balls as my hand flew on my own cock, and I stared into Jacob's eyes, which never so much as blinked.
    "I'm close," Jacob breathed, his eyes boring into mine, and yeah, I knew he was almost there by the way his thighs had clenched up and started shaking.
    My balls tightened against my body and my cock leaked at the tip. The thought of a tongue stud wending its way to the base of my shaft while I gasped around the girth of Jacob's cock made me shudder. Jacob felt the motion course through me and his hands clamped my head tighter while he ground his fat cock in deep. "God, yeah, nnn yeah."
    I wanted to take it back, but couldn't figure out any way to renege on a fantasy. That's all it was—a daydream. A stray thought. In real life, I'd known couples to invite a third guy into their beds and it never ended well, ever. There was always jealousy. Always mind games.
    My hair tangled around Jacob's fingers as he squeezed, and my groin throbbed, hard. Pain ... another new kink. And relinquishing control, obviously, since my mouth was so full of cock I couldn't breathe anymore, cock that was going to burst into a flow of thick, hot jiz any second. I made a strangled sound, and that was it for me. I came on the worn carpet, came on my hand. Came on the leg of Jacob's jeans, his Italian leather boot.
    "Oh, God, oh yeah, oh, God.... "Jacob held my head against him hard. His cock pulsed, come shooting straight down my throat while I wondered if I'd pass out from a combination of lack of oxygen and the headrush from my own orgasm. His cock softened, just a little, and he pulled it out slowly. I felt his semen trail along my tongue, coating my throat with its bittersweet thickness. "Uhn, Vic...."
    My head spun, casting a giddy tilt on the hallway and making me wish I could just roll into my bed and pass out. I was still staring up into Jacob's eyes, though my brain was in la-la land.
    "I would do anything for you," Jacob said, and he seemed clear as could be, totally lucid. It wasn't fair that someone could shoot his load and then say things like that.
    I tried to sigh and sputtered a little, what with a mouthful of come. I snorted and swallowed while his hands, suddenly gentle, cupped the back of my head. I brushed one of his arms away and used the wall to shove myself to my feet, needing to look anywhere but his too-intense eyes. I was just getting used to the idea of someone who would just be willing to live with all my hang-ups. I didn't know what to make of Jacob's willingness to please me.
    "You dropped something," said Jacob.
    I turned and saw one of the pendulums on the carpet, and the milagro beside it. And something thick and milky, which I supposed I should clean up, only I knew I'd just grind it into the carpet with the sole of my shoe and hope it blended in. At least it hadn't landed on the milagro.
    "I'll get it," I said. I grabbed up the pendulum before Jacob could touch it, since Crash would find out and get angry if I let him. Because everybody always finds out about everything. Especially when I'd rather they didn't.

Chapter Eight
    Despite the fact that my jaw ached and my right knee was carpet-burned, I still managed to get to the precinct by eight a.m. on a bright, chilly Sunday morning. I guess that's what clean living does for you. Bob Zigler was already there, thumbing through the case files. He also had a thick, hardbound book open on his desk with a Sears Tower paperweight