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vicedmuses · 10 days ago

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throughout the conversation with jacob, charlie feels more and more comfortable. it's not that he's ever hidden anything from the younger man. there just hasn't been a reason to bond like they're doing right now. although with the other on his knees, cock in his mouth, he's just about done enough to earn some extra raunchy details.

so charlie admits to something that not many had known. mainly just billy now that he thinks about it. “lucky ladies and one lucky guy. although that was all the way back in high school.” a messy blowjob in the locker room.

now he's transported to that moment that was always a distant memory for him. he feels like a high schooler again, rushing to get off with anyone that's around and willing. one thing about jake, he has that guy from high school beat. where did he learn to suck cock like that?

it's not a question that he's going to ask. not because the sheriff doesn't care about what he's been getting up to on his spare time, but because it doesn't matter. the only thing important right now is what they're doing with one another. “careful, son. keep talking like that and i'm gonna start thinking that you want to offer up your hole too for me to fuck.” as he thinks about it and says those words, his own cock seems to throb a little bit. almost like the thought excites him. charlie at some point is going to have to find some self control. the willpower to not take this too far and just see it as an opportunity to get off before bella comes back home or billy calls looking for his son. is he to blame now that he can't stop thinking about how tight jake's ass is though?

his body isn't the most toned out of all of the men in forks. especially compared to people from la push, it probably pales in comparison. still, he's in decently good shape. has to be to keep on being the sheriff. although it's not like he's constantly chasing criminals down to arrest them. as he lets the hands wander, he decides to lift himself up from the chair a little bit. long enough to peel off his own shirt. as he tosses it down on the ground next to him, he's relaxing back onto the seat. now his torso is fully on display for jacob.

quickly, his hand goes to rest on the man's head again. it's almost like he doesn't want to lose contact with jake. a part of him thinks that it's silly. clearly, there's no more closer than he can get right now with his shaft shoved into the man's mouth. still, he needs to keep on touching him.

thankfully he was focused on the food when he first sat down and managed to take it all down. because now, as he looks down at jacob and feels the man getting him off, he knows that he wouldn't have been able to focus on anything else. this is both the sloppiest, but best, blowjob that he's ever gotten before. man or woman it didn't care. hell, most women didn't even bother going down on him.

he shifts in his seat, but not a single sign leading the conclusion that he's uncomfortable. if anything, he just hasn't felt this amount of pleasure in a long time. if ever. his toes begin to curl in his boots and he can't help but wonder how much more he has in him. he doesn't want this to end, definitely doesn't want to cum too soon, so he's trying his best to focus on anything else aside from orgasming. to hold out so that the younger man can continue to enjoy himself.

that's why he needs to take the break to feed him. to take the beer into his mouth, swirling it around a bit, and then lean forward to spit the contents into jacob's mouth. it's an act that in any other scenario would have been unthinkable. then again, even letting the man drink some of his beer earlier feels like it was crossing some form of line. what charlie has to realize, at least in that moment, is that all of those invisible lines he's drawn in between him and his friend's son are gone. he's not billy's son or bella's best friend in that moment. he's just jacob, the cock hungry slut on his knees ready to worship him completely. so he's going to need to keep on finding ways to reward him from it. something more than just feeding him beer, even if it's from his own mouth.

"didn't know you were this much of a good boy." a complete juxtaposition to the fact that he was calling him nasty moments ago. this time, he's actually singing his praises. wants him to know that he's doing a good job. no one would be able to make him feel that good and he wants to make him know that. if anyone else wants to get a taste of him then they're going to have to prove that they're just as good as the man on his knees.

something seems to stir within the other man when he's asked if he's going to fuck jacob's face. the answer seems obvious. of course he wants to. “i've never done it before.” admitting to that doesn't seem wrong. it's clear that he's experienced, but mainly when it comes to someone else's pleasure. something twists within him though and he moves down to grab something from his sheriff's belt. he pulls out a pair of handcuffs and dangles them in front of the younger man's face. “but if i'm going to do it, then we're going to do this right. put your hands behind your back. we're not going to chance it with you slapping my hands away or pulling yourself away from my cock.” if jake follows his instructions, then charlie leans back and connects both of his wrists with the cuffs. a swift motion that has him sitting back up in no time.

he strokes himself for a couple of seconds as he looks down at him, just staring at how beautiful he looks on his knees after sucking him off. “now, where were we?” even if he doesn't want to be cuffed, that's fine too. either way, the sheriff finds his hands to rest behind his head again.

then he brings his mouth back over to his length. one would assume that he'd be respectful about it, like everything else in his life. yet a carnal desire rips through charlie and he throws ll caution to the wind. he immediately pushes jacob's head down so that he can shove his shaft down the man's throat. at the same time, he's jutting his hips up to further push himself inside. “be a good boy and breathe in through your nose for me.” he doesn't know if the younger man can hold his breath, but he's about to find out. charlie starts to meet himself halfway. his hips doing part of the work and his hands pushing jacob down the rest of the way. he doesn't stop until he can feel that spit drooling down to his balls, which are pulsing with pleasure too. then, when he feels his length fully plug jake's mouth and throat, he holds himself there for a couple of seconds. finally, charlie sits back on the chair and lets him go, giving him a moment to catch his breathing.

jacob's smirk says 'or what?' but he bites his tongue, feels disrespectful and unnecessary, teetering on the edge as he is. the sheriff might ignore a lot, but he is not dumb, he can probably tell jake's on a hair trigger, ready to pounce. it's just surprising this is how it's coming out between them, but then again, he's always tried to be good to charlie.

"don't doubt it." he grins, tempted to pry for details, even if it's just a brag. he wants the dirty details, the stories, the names... he wants to hear his voice painted with arousal as he speaks, but food, first. "lucky ladies."

and then he is on his knees, and it becomes obvious why he's been saying all that stuff. that while he'd love to listen he doesn't care for any lady taking care of him, or sucking his cock, or letting him fill up their pussies. jake wants that for himself.

jacob moans around him, pulling away but only because he feels like that warrants a reply. hands still around him, jerking him off against his lips like he's seen in porn, eyes on charlie's. "would you prefer if i used something else, sheriff?" he questioned with a sense of innocence that he did not have, not when he was on his knees for the man. feeling so right looking up at him as he leaned in to kiss his cock before he was greedily swallowing it again. no hesitation, no shame, at least not in the paralyzing way that kept him from going all out with sam or jared. he doesn't add there's no other old man he thinks deserves this, no other old man he wants to please as much as he wants to please charlie. it should be obvious, and his mouth's far too busy savoring that cock.

jake's hands roam across his thighs, move up, under his shirt, feeling the sheriff's warm skin as he eats. his eyes close, lost in the moment as it becomes a little less about pleasing him and a little more about enjoying the man. feels almost selfish, giving how amazing it feels, even as he gags, charlie's taste burned into his brain. better than any meat. he simply hums in agreement, all too pleased to see the sheriff relaxing further. taking what is freely offered, what he deserves. he think he might struggle to part with him, even if bella walked in.

he opens his eyes again as the sheriff's hand rest atop his head, happy to keep up the work and enjoy the moans coming out of his mouth as he eats. making an effort to get those sounds out of him even if he is happy to be mostly ignored while he eats, it was what he offered after all.

tears wiped away by the sheriff, he meets his eyes. flushed at the praise, grinning with his mouth filled with cock. pushing all the way down again and fighting against his gag reflex as he takes the sheriff down his throat. his face is a mess when he pulls back, but at least he's doing his best for the man. proud and pissed no one's given him this before, but that means jake can make it right.

the word nasty rings in his ears, not praise, exactly, but almost there. a choked off moan on his throat as he wrestles with it. sucking the sheriff off in his dining room, making a mess of them both certainly counts as nasty, but they seem to be having a better time than they had in ages. yeah, jacob doesn't think he minds being nasty for the man, mouth leaving his cock to lap at the balls before he is back at trying to take more than he can chew.

something about his cock, his smell, his taste, makes it difficult to think, to focus as he talks and watches him now that he's done with the food. he only parts with his cock to press teasing licks around the tip as he watches the older man reach for his beer. jacob's still thirsty, less now that he's found something else to put in his mouth. still, with the sheriff's dick in his mouth he is not sure what 'from the tap' might mean, all he knows is the sheriff seems to want that. like it's something he wants to try, and the idea of trying things with him, of being nasty and good for him drives jake wild. drinking from his bottle, having him feed it for him was already one of the best thing's he's ever done, he is sure whatever sheriff wants to do will be just as good.

he nods eagerly, mouth opening. "yes please." his voice is hoarse, his throat a little sore in a way that is more pleasing than hurtful. "feed me, charlie." he savors the name in his mouth, hearing it with that hoarse, lustful tone makes him almost shiver. he hopes the sheriff can forgive the lack of proper respect for that as he waits eagerly for the beer, mouth open, cock between his lips, tongue teasing the slit as if he can't get away from it.

jacob's comfortable enough where he is, but as the sheriff makes more room he drifts closer, arm going around him, no space between them as he goes back to worshiping his cock like it's all that matters to him. he is confident he is doing a better job than his ex wife, but he isn't sure about the other women (people?) in his life. so when he's shoved down on his cock with a little more force than he'd expected, he works through the gagging and choking, holding tightly onto charlie as he relaxes his head and lets him control the pace. humming around him to show he can take it, that the sheriff doesn't have to be gentle or cautious. jake is a big man, and he will learn to take the sheriff's cock the way he likes it. the sheriff's blissed out moans are all the encouragement he needs for it. he wants to hear it as he loses control, as pleasure overrides anything else and he moans freely for jacob, finally being taken care of like he deserves. what does he sound like in the throes of a well earned orgasm? jacob needs to find out.

when he lets him go, jacob coughs, wiping away at some of the spit coating his lips. hand moving down to pull out his own cock, leaking like a faucet and dripping all over charlie's floor. he doesn't touch it much, afraid he might cum.

"gonna fuck my face, sheriff?" he finally asks, sounding all fucked out already and licking his lips at the sight of the sheriff, flushed with arousal, dressed up except for his red glistening shaft pulsing for jacob. that manly, fatherly figure seen in this new light just drives jacob further down the need to serve. he's almost scared of it but charlie moans like he's needed this, like finally getting his due after a long day and jacob's fears are forgotten. "come on, you ever do that sir?" he eggs him on, tightening the sheriff's hold on his own hair, "you deserve it." he holds back a whine, not knowing which one of them he is doing that for anymore.

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