by Mary Calmes
“You’re a gladiator, huh?” His groin brushed my thigh and I could feel his erection through his slacks. He was rock hard with desire.
“It’s not what you think.”
“I want to bareback,” he whispered.
“You’ve lost your mind,” I said, taking a step back.
He grabbed hold of my belt buckle, fingers sliding down into my jeans. “Fine, but you will be ready for me, and there will be others there to help hold you down.”
“Like I said, midnight won’t work. It’s too late. We should go now.”
He pushed my shirt further open and bent forward and sucked my nipple into his mouth. I jolted away before I even thought about it, years of training deserting me in an instant, drowned under the overwhelming wave of ownership. I was supposed to let him manhandle me if he wanted, but… I belonged to Aaron, and no one else was supposed to touch me.
“What the fuck is going on?”
We both pivoted and the man—my man—charged across the patio toward us, moving easily through the thin crowd, a Thursday night not quite as busy as it would be on a Friday or Saturday at the same time.
He reached us and immediately stepped in front of me to drive two fingers into the chest of the man we were there to talk into working with us. “Who the fuck are you, and what the hell are you doing putting your hands on what’s mine?” Aaron shouted.
Criminal or not, scary or not, Clay Wells was intimidated by the man in front of him, that much was exceedingly obvious.
“I asked you a question,” Aaron demanded, and his voice was hoarse with anger.
“Clay Wells,” he answered, his eyes flicking to mine.
“Don’t look at him,” he snarled. “Look at me!”
Clay was back to giving Aaron his full attention.
“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but I’ve never heard of you, and since I didn’t give you permission to touch my property, you need to get the hell away from him!”
Clay was freaked out—it was all over his face—but he recovered enough to speak. “It’s just a misunderstanding, Mr. Sutter. I was just talking to Mr. Ross and explaining that I’d like to invite both you and him to my resort this weekend in Sedona.”
Aaron glowered, and it appeared very real from where I was standing. “I saw what I saw. Your hands were all over him.”
“Again, a misunderstanding. Please accept my sincere apologies. He didn’t say he was with you.”
Aaron rounded on me. “You didn’t say you were mine?”
I opened my mouth, and he backhanded me across the face. “Shit.” I groaned for effect, because he’d pulled the punch, of course. I felt a light sting, but he could have split my lip if he’d wanted to.
I had to give it to Aaron; he was a natural.
“Come here,” he growled, grabbing hold of my shirt and tugging me after him. “You too, Mr. Wells.”
Aaron led me to a small bungalow on the other end of the deck, shoved me inside, waited for Clay Wells, and then zipped the tarp closed after he was in.
“Get on your knees,” he snapped out the order.
I did as I was told.
“Do you have things you own as well, Clay? May I call you Clay?”
“Yes, please, and I do,” he whispered, visibly amazed at what was transpiring right in front of him. He didn’t know who to look at, me on the floor, or Aaron flopping down into a heavy wooden chair with a thick pillow on the seat.
“And do you have to discipline them when they do stupid things that could get their asses sold to others who would not treat them as well as you do?”
He nodded in a daze as Aaron slowly opened his belt and slacks, shoved his briefs down under his balls, and wrapped his long-fingered hand around his cock.
“Crawl over here and blow me,” he ordered.
I started to move.
“Slow.”
It was humiliating, but when I looked up into Aaron’s eyes, I saw the heat in them, his blown pupils, and the way he licked his lips. Role or no role, he was into exercising his power over me, and it was turning him on big time.
I made a show of it, moving languidly, and when I reached him, I slid my hands up his thighs, leaned forward, and licked the wide head of his long, thick cock, tasting the precome on my tongue.
Clay Wells made a strangled sound, but Aaron’s sharp exhale was a million times hotter.
“Suck me.”
Lifting up on my knees, I bent forward and took him down the back of my throat in one smooth liquid slide.
“Oh,” I heard Clay Wells gasp softly.
“Yes,” Aaron croaked out. “He’s a champion cocksucker.”
“That must feel amazing.”
“You have no idea,” Aaron said under his breath.
I made the suction hard and licked and laved every inch of his thick, gorgeous length.
“So, your resort?” Aaron asked, trying for bored. It would have been more convincing if he could get his voice to even out and stop spiking.
“I—yes,” Clay moaned, and I suddenly felt him behind me, his hands on my hips. “Would you consider letting me have his ass while he sucks you off?”
Aaron’s laughter sounded barbed, filled with thorns, too sharp and staccato. The acting was tough for him to pull off with all his possessiveness seeping through. “I only share with friends, Mr. Wells. Are we friends?”
“I would love to be your friend, Mr. Sutter.”
“Then tell me what you two were talking about.”
This was a test to see who Clay Wells wanted more, trusted more, me or Aaron.
“Nothing,” he replied, and I had my answer.
It wasn’t just the promise of sex—even though I knew what Clay wanted as part of any deal with me—but it was what I had said to him. He couldn’t own Aaron Sutter. The same was not true of the man he thought I was. Me, he could get his hooks into, and I would be working for him for the rest of my life. Aaron could walk away at any time, or even turn around and take his fledgling drug-smuggling business away from him. I would belong to him.
“So you just, what?” Aaron questioned, reaching inside my shirt and rolling the nipple that Clay had sucked on between his fingers. “Thought he looked good and wanted a bite?”
“Yes.”
Aaron stopped me, lifted me off the end of his cock, and ran his thumb along my lower lip. “Is it the clothes, Clay? Is he dressed like a whore?”
“Yes,” he said roughly.
“Good.” Aaron smiled, gripped the back of my neck, and eased me down to his dick.
He shoved himself in, thrusting until he hit the back of my throat. “Fuck,” he muttered as I hollowed out my cheeks and sucked hard.
“Mr. Sutter, you—”
“Call me Aaron,” he said tightly, and I eased up before all his concentration deserted him. “And no, Clay, you can’t have his ass. Not yet.”
“Whatever you—”
“Tell me, Clay,” Aaron began, his voice hitching as he squirmed under my mouth. “When you’re done with your toys, where do they go?”
“I give them away.”
Aaron tsked to cover up the hiss that crawled out of his throat. He was enjoying my fellatio skills a little too much. “I don’t do that. I sell them. Normally, a year is about all I do before I get bored, but Duncan here has been so much fun to break. You should see him take cock now. It’s beautiful. When he first showed up, owing my brother money, I knew he’d make a great submissive as soon as I taught him to love being dominated. Small men can only take so much punishment before they break under the cane or the lash.”
“You—” Clay began. “I saw his chest. You’re responsible for all that damage?”
“Of course,” Aaron assured him.
“Jesus.” Clay sounded both horrified and impressed at the same time.
“I enjoyed it.”
Clay couldn’t keep his hand from my crease, or from sliding it under me to grope my cock through my pants. “He’s really ha
rd. May I suck him off?”
“How about this,” Aaron countered. “You have me out to your resort this weekend, and I might let you come in his ass.”
He squeezed my right cheek before he got up. “Is he tight inside?”
“What do you think?” Aaron scoffed. “I’m the only one he’s ever had. He was straight before we struck our bargain. Of course he’s tight, and when he wraps those muscular thighs of his around you… I swear to God, I’ve never come like that in my life.”
I felt a hand graze my back.
“Invite me to the resort, Mr. Wells,” Aaron said coolly. “And don’t touch my things without permission. It makes me edgy.”
Wells’s hand was gone immediately.
“We leave tomorrow morning on my plane,” Clay said after a moment.
“No. I only fly on my plane. You can join me if you like. If not, my man Miguel is just outside. Give him the details, and we’ll join you there tomorrow afternoon.”
“Yes,” he sounded breathless. “I will, and thank you.”
“Please leave us and zip—”
“Could I watch him finish you off?”
“Certainly,” Aaron sneered and snapped his fingers at me.
He couldn’t possibly last. Already he was like velvet-covered steel in my mouth, and between my hand and my lips, he filled my throat in seconds.
“Take it all,” he ordered.
I swallowed and then licked him clean, finally wiping my mouth on his thigh.
“Come here.”
Hands on the arms of the chair, I pushed up to meet him.
Cupping my face in his hands, he kissed me savagely, devouring my mouth, tasting himself on my tongue.
“I’ll see your man, Mr. Sutter,” Clay Wells rasped.
Aaron moved his left hand from my cheek and gave him a dismissive wave. I saw the gesture out of the corner of my eye.
Once he was gone and I could hear the zipper being dragged down, I pulled back and grinned at Aaron. “That was kickass, Sutter.”
But something was very wrong. Aaron looked shell-shocked. He was trembling, looking almost like he was going to cry, and gulping for air.
I grabbed him and stared into his eyes. “Aaron?”
“I’m so sorry,” he said, his hand tracing over my cheek where he’d hit me.
“Are you kidding?” I beamed. “You were fuckin’ brilliant.”
He suddenly yanked up his pants and did the zipper but nothing else before launching himself at me.
“Honey?”
Head down on my shoulder, arms around my neck, legs wrapped around my hips, he wasn’t talking, just shaking.
“You’re scaring me,” I said into his hair. “What’s wrong?”
“I used—I treated you like a whore and I didn’t… I would never… Duncan.”
I chuckled and squeezed him tight. “You were being what he expected. You were amazing. For someone who was winging it, you certainly channeled your inner asshole.”
He whimpered deeply, and his mouth opened on the side of my neck.
“You did it, Aaron. We got the invite, and he’s going to go behind your back to talk to me now because he thinks he’s getting one over on you. He’ll think that big bad Aaron Sutter didn’t see him coming, and he got what belongs to you.”
Aaron’s hand slid inside my shirt over the same nipple, again, that Clay had sucked.
“He’s an arrogant prick and he wants what’s yours.”
“Well, he’s not getting it,” Aaron growled, pulling back, sliding off me to his knees before bending to lick over my pectoral.
“What are you doing?” I asked, because it felt good.
“Cleaning him off you,” he said, gently putting his hands on my sides as he swirled his tongue over the pebbling nub.
It felt so good, and when he eased me up into the chair, I went readily.
He moved from my right nipple to the left, and then kissed down my exposed abdomen to my belt buckle. “You’re hard.”
“Have to be dead not to be.”
He got into my pants, shoved my briefs down, and when my cock bobbed free, deep throated me with practiced ease.
I bucked up off the chair, and his hand closed on my base as he used the flat of his tongue, his teeth, and the suction to make my balls ache with the need to come. “Aaron,” I whined when he stopped, unable to hold the sound in.
“Forgive me.”
I made a noise, which he took as yes, and his lips clamped down over the end of my shaft.
“Fuck!”
It was fast and dirty, the way he sucked cock, and I dumped come down the back of his throat, thick and hot, and watched him swallow it down.
As I sat there, panting, heart pounding in my ears, I realized he wasn’t seeing me. Fisting my hand in his hair, I lifted his head to meet my gaze and found those beautiful eyes swimming with tears. “What the hell?”
“I almost lost it,” he confessed, and I could hear how nasal his voice was. “I can’t have that man, or anyone else, put their hands on you. I thought I was going to throw up.”
I couldn’t stop smiling.
“I hit you!”
“Yes,” I said, laughing softly.
“Duncan!” He was incredulous.
“You did so great,” I praised him, standing quickly to tuck in my dick, zip up, and do my belt before sitting down and reaching for him.
He moved quickly, scrambling into my lap, and searching my eyes—for what, I wasn’t sure.
“You were perfect,” I went on.
“Holy shit.” He burrowed close, and I felt him shiver. “I always thought I was a badass, but that was so scary.”
“What was scary about it?” I rubbed his back hoping to soothe him.
“I thought you were going to be pissed.”
“No. It was like we planned it,” I murmured in his ear, inhaling his scent, the sound making him squirm in my lap.
“You’re driving me crazy. I’m getting chills.”
“It was hot how you ordered me around,” I teased, kissing up his throat, nibbling, knowing I would end up leaving a bruise on his beautiful bronze skin.
“Was it?”
“It was,” I crooned, loving that we were absolutely plastered together, as close as we could be, only thin layers of fabric between us.
“I got my dick out because I’d rather him see mine than yours.”
“He didn’t see much of it; you had it shoved down my throat.”
His moan made me laugh.
“You didn’t have to reciprocate,” I said softly.
“You wanted it.”
“I’m a guy, aren’t I? I’m breathing, aren’t I?”
He laughed and pressed tighter against me.
“Just realize that you have absolutely nothing to be sorry for,” I said.
“Duncan, I—”
“Stop second-guessing me. Why would I lie to you?”
Instantly, he settled against me, heavy and wrung out.
A few minutes later, when I got him to his feet, I had to buckle his belt and straighten his clothes so he was ready to move. I had my arm around him, my hand in his hair as he walked beside me, leaning heavily.
The adrenaline that had to have been pumping through his system the entire time had completely dissipated. He was barely on his feet. “I’m sorry,” he said, sounding worried—not like him at all.
“There’s nothing to be sorry about.”
Miguel was there at the door that led from the patio back inside. He had directions and a code to get onto the property in Sedona. We were expected the following afternoon. I explained to him that we all had to go back to the room and talk.
“Right away, Detective.”
I had a feeling Miguel and I were going to get along just fine.
“I’ll take care of the bar tab and be right behind you. Shall I include the tab for your friends for the rest of the evening?” he questioned Aaron.
“No.” I shook my head, answering for
him. “Close it out.”
“Yes, Detective.”
Aaron turned to me. “My friends won’t understand.”
“They better fuckin’ start,” I informed him. “And if they really are your friends, they won’t be expecting you to buy all night, especially since you’re not even there.”
And instead of arguing, he let his head thunk down against my chest, sort of sagging against me. All of it, the last day, going undercover, the excitement, the adrenaline, me and him…. Aaron Sutter was wiped out.
“Corporate giant, huh?” I said, closing my eyes, leaning my cheek into his hair.
He grunted something in response before he gave up all his weight to me.
AARON had people trying to get up to the suite all night long. After I stripped off everything and put him in sleep shorts, I covered him with the comforter and cranked up the air conditioner. There’s nothing better than sleeping in a cold room, all warm and snuggly on soft, clean sheets under a thick down comforter. I was hoping he wouldn’t wake up.
When the calls came to the room, I had Miguel take them. He said “no” really well. When the pleas for entrance reached Aaron’s cell phone, I explained he was asleep. No one believed me, and I finally just let everything go to voice mail. Everyone was going to need to be educated very shortly. The days of taking advantage of him were over. There would be no more coattail riding. I would make sure of it.
It was still early as far as nightlife in Vegas went, just a little past ten, so I tried Agent Summers to give her an update. I got her on the second ring.
“You keep late hours, Agent Summers.”
“It’s the job, Detective.”
She was thrilled with our progress, and I gave her times when we would be moving the following day. I clarified how Aaron had tweaked the plan on the fly and how his quick thinking had suckered the mark right in. She was very impressed with him.
I spoke to Jimmy after that, not caring about the two-hour time difference where he was concerned. I had hoped I woke him up and was disappointed I hadn’t.
“That’s such a dick move, D.”
But I didn’t give a damn.
It was nice that he was both concerned and happy about what was going on with me.
“I want you to have a life. You know I do.”
“I’m sorry that you’re gonna be labeled as the partner of the gay detective. That’s just how it’s gonna be.”