The Devil's Cum in His Eye (MM)
A Cox Club Story
Cop by day, erotic writer by night, stripper on the weekends, and Tomkin Coburn just found a dead body in his bedroom. But which occupation lead to murder?
Coburn has his teenage son in tow and a detective that seems to be interested in his butt as well as his innocence. He’ll do anything to protect his kid and the intense feelings he has for Detective Luke Early. The evidence quickly mounts against Coburn—murder weapon, body fluids, and oh yeah, no one in the world seems to know who the dead guy is.
Together, Coburn and Luke find themselves in the path of a killer, but can they unravel the mystery before it’s too late?
Be Warned: m/m sex
Luke undid his belt and stood up.
Coburn watched as the sexy fucker took off his shoes, socks and finally his pants. That gorgeous dick bounced free and the smear at the tip told Coburn just how much Luke enjoyed sucking him off. Well, that feeling was very fucking mutual. But Coburn didn’t want to do this standing up. He grabbed Luke’s arm and directed him to the couch, then Coburn shifted to his knees. It was a thrill when he slid his hands up Luke’s hairy thighs and parted his legs. “By the way, it was phenomenal.”
Luke snorted. “Good. You were about to hurt my feelings.”
Coburn grinned and wrapped his hand around Luke’s shaft. “Prepare to be reciprocated with that phenomenal-ness. And yes, I know that’s probably not a word.”
“Well, right now, I’m not really caring about words.” Luke’s head fell back.
Coburn pressed kisses on each thigh, slowly leading up to that hard, long cock begging for attention. He stroked the length once, twice and on the third lowered so he could lick Luke’s balls. Easy, tentative touches with the tip of his tongue had Luke shifting his hips upward. “Like that, do you?”
Coburn lapped at Luke’s big hairy balls, swirling and sucking gently on his sacks. He rubbed the tip of Luke’s dick with his palm as he made wet designs with his tongue. When Luke started squirming and grabbing the couch cushion, Coburn gave the man a break. He moved on to that red tinted tip. Coburn couldn’t wait to taste him. The moment the salty pre-cum was on his tongue, he smiled. “Mmm.”
“I’m about a second away from having a heart attack and you’re saying Mmmm?” Luke said, sounding flustered and overwhelmed.
Good. Coburn chuckled but gave in. He wrapped his mouth around the beautiful shaft and then moved his hand to Luke’s balls. With a hard suck, he gently massaged.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” Luke shouted and thrust his hips up.
Coburn would have laughed if his mouth wasn’t full. He sucked again with the ball massage and this time added a tongue flick at the end. Luke groaned loudly and tightened his grip on the couch. The next suck Coburn rubbed his soft cock against Luke’s leg. He was still enjoying the sensation, even though he wasn’t hard.
Luke muttered something unintelligible.
“Oh, yeah?” Coburn asked amused and then gave Luke’s dick another suck-massage. He opened wide as that salty sperm sprayed into his mouth. Coburn quickly swallowed, still stimulating those big balls as Luke thrust and sputtered.
When his cock stopped spewing and his hips returned to the couch, Luke opened his eyes to stare at Coburn. “I don’t know if I should say thanks or dear God, please do it again.” Luke rubbed his hand through Coburn’s hair. “I have money. I could pay you to come over every night and suck my dick,” he joked.
“Isn’t that romantic,” Coburn said it with a smile. “And you damn well know prostitution is illegal and disgusting.”
“Agreed.” Luke slid his fingers along Coburn’s jaw then rubbed at the wet spot under Coburn’s eye. Cum?
“Plus, you couldn’t afford me.” Coburn planted a kiss on Luke’s knee. “There’s also the whole murder investigation thing—oh my God.” He leaned back, shocked at the revelation that had just popped into his head. “The cum in his eye!”
Luke sat up. “What? I feel like I’m missing something here. Something important. How’d we go from a nice after-orgasm talk about prostitution to cum in your eye?”
“His eye. Pat.”
“The case.” Luke shifted to the edge of couch, oblivious of the tempting soft cock dangling within reach.
Coburn couldn’t think with his dick right now. “I know who framed me.”