Strange Medicine (Dr. Maxwell Thornton Murder Mysteries #1)(23)

So long as we had protection, I didn’t give a crap where we had sex. “Okay.”

He slipped away from me and moved toward the steps. I watched him go, slipping my trunks off and tossing them onto the cement. Grumpy lifted his head at the slap of wet fabric hitting the ground, yawned, and went back to sleep.

Maxwell didn’t take long. He stopped at the edge of the pool and tossed two packets to me. I grabbed them midair and moved closer to the steps. He dropped his trunks, and his cock was full and straight. Then he walked down the stairs, and I moved to meet him. Our kisses were hungry and impatient. He smiled against my mouth, spreading his thighs and sighing as our dicks slid together.

I lifted my head and looked around at the dark night. I wasn’t much of an exhibitionist, but if Maxwell wanted to fuck in the pool, we were fucking in the pool. I grabbed the condom I’d set on the edge and tore it open with my teeth. My hands shook a little as I rolled it on and opened the next packet to lube up. Maxwell turned his back on me, bracing himself on the side of the pool and sticking his perfect ass out.

I squeezed his firm butt cheeks. “Jesus, you have a nice ass.”

He laughed. “Glad you approve.” I slathered lube over his hole, and he groaned. “Oh, yeah.” He rested his face on his forearms. “Fuck me, Sheriff.”

Smoothing my fingers over his puckered entrance, my cock ached to slide in. I pressed one slick finger into him, and he groaned again.

“Fuck.” He rolled his hips, his ass like a vise on my hand. “It’s been a while.”

“Yeah, you’re tight.” I moved the finger in and out of him until his gasps became filled with obvious pleasure. Adding two more fingers, I stretched that tense bundle of muscles, getting them loose and ready for my cock.

He moaned as I pulled my fingers from him. “Don’t stop,” he whimpered.

“No way I’m stopping.” I gave one last look around the area. “You sure you want this to happen where people might see us?”

He chuffed. “They already think we’re fucking, Sheriff. Let’s give them a reason.”

“10-4, Doc.” I pressed the wide head of my cock to his hole, and when I pushed in, we both gave chest-deep groans of pleasure.





Chapter Seven


Maxwell

As his wide cock slid deep, my body closed around his shaft and I felt him shudder. I clenched my teeth and pressed my face to the warm cement as he thrust, loving the intense pressure of him inside me. My elbows rubbed the hard ground as he rammed deep, and my dick bumped against the side of the pool.

I liked that he wasn’t being too careful with me. People often were. I’d been afraid he’d think he had to treat me with kid gloves, but he wasn’t doing that at all. He was doing just what I’d wanted. He was taking what he needed and not apologizing for it. After all, I’d offered. I’d asked him to control me, and he was doing just that. His hands dug into my hips, making it clear I wasn’t going anywhere.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he hissed, pulling his cock halfway out and shoving back in again.

My lips parted, shattering the usually still night with my lusty groans. I hadn’t had a man inside me in years. I always topped, preferring the control I had in that position. But I’d been willing to give that power to Royce. There was an honorable quality about him that made it seem okay. I really liked him. It was almost shocking how much.

He leaned over and nipped my shoulder, pumping into me still. I adjusted my position so I could touch myself. Squeezing my cock as he pounded into me was exhilarating. This moment was just about pleasure. No expectations other than an orgasm at the end. I felt like we both understood what this was. Sexual release. Pure and simple.

“Feels so good,” I moaned.

“God, yeah,” he panted. “I swear I thought we were just having pizza.”

I gave a jagged laugh. “Me too.”

This is so much better than pizza.

The pace of his thrusts increased. “I’m too turned on. I’m not gonna last.”

Sliding my hand up and down my cock, I had no complaints. “Me either.”

He stiffened. “Shit.” His cock jerked inside of me, and he wrapped his arms around my waist, snapping his hips back and forth as he came.

I’d been hanging on by a thread, so with a grunt, I came too, cum splattering the blue-tile side of the pool and slipping silently into the water. My body quaked as we climaxed together, him rocking into me and my dick jerking against my palm.

The moment was strangely intimate. It was sweet the way he kissed the nape of my neck and held me tenderly until my trembling orgasm passed. And after he pulled out, I turned, and we kissed some more, gently and with real affection.

He surprised me when he straightened and called out toward the dark night, “Did you enjoy the show?”

I laughed uneasily, glancing around. “I wouldn’t be surprised if just out of sight there are bleachers and concession stands surrounding my house.”

He chuckled and when I moved to climb out of the pool, he slapped my ass, eliciting a yelp from me. I frowned at him, and he just grinned.

“Don’t do that.”

“Why not?” He followed me, dripping water across the patio and heading toward the stack of clean towels I had on a chair. “You have the best ass I’ve ever seen. It has just the right amount of firm versus jiggle ratio.”