by L. A. Witt
I didn’t even get to guide him in; Andreas was fucking eager to get his mouth around my cock. His technique was straightforward, taking me as deep as he could before pulling back with a long, slow suck. I kept him from going too deep but otherwise just enjoyed it, the way he threw himself into going down on me like it was his purpose in life. I was thick enough that his lips stretched beautifully around me, and I traced the edge of his mouth with my thumb as he worked.
“Fuck,” I muttered. My balls were already tightening, drawing too close to my body for less than a minute’s time. I wanted this too much. “Fuck.”
I pulled him off, and Andreas glared up at me like he wanted to kill me. It made me chuckle. “Roll over and lie down.”
“What, you can’t come more than once a night?”
“Keep pushing it and I’ll just jerk myself off,” I warned him. “See how you like looking but not touching.” It was an empty threat―there was no way I wasn’t fucking him at this point―but it got Andreas moving. He shifted away from me and rolled onto his stomach, and I exhaled shakily. God damn, I wanted him so badly I’d have to be careful not to go off before I got into him. Someday I’d wear a cock ring and fuck him until he couldn’t hold himself up anymore, but not now. Not the first time.
His ass was gorgeous, the kind of perky that twinks would kill for. It was almost funny, seeing an ass like this on such a hard man. I was in an ideal place to appreciate it, and as I ran my hands over his smooth skin and felt him push back into my grip, I decided to revise my stance on biting. I leaned in and huffed a breath over one cheek, pressing my mouth to the spot just below the dimple in his lower back. I smacked his ass just as I dug the edge of my teeth into his skin.
“Uhh.” Andreas sounded drugged, not moving away from me, not moving at all as I bit him hard enough to leave a bruise, then soothed the spot with my tongue. He’d feel that tomorrow. I wanted him to.
“Is that far enough from easy?” I asked. “Probably not, for you.” I trailed my fingers down his crack, pressing the pad of my index finger against his anus. He clenched down against nothing, and I smiled, then swatted his hole. “You want it so bad, don’t you?”
“Can’t tell me you don’t.” Andreas’s voice was ragged, but the challenge in it was clear.
“No,” I agreed, feeling the throb in my groin quicken. “I can’t. Stay there. Don’t touch yourself.” I let go of him and rummaged through my bedside table drawer, frowning when I came up with condoms but no lube. Come on, c’mon . . .
“Those are enough.”
I tried to ignore the way the pure sex of Andreas’s voice made ridiculous things seem reasonable. “They’re lubed, but it won’t be enough.”
“It has been before.”
Oh shit. I could imagine it, Andreas in the stall of some seedy club bathroom, so desperate for it that he dropped his pants and let some guy slide into him with no prep, just the lube on the condom easing the way into his ass.
No, Darren. Bad.
“Yeah, but I bet you were having more sex back then.” Under my bed, it had to be under the bed; I’d used the damn stuff only a few days ago. I crouched down to check. Where― Aha, there. I emerged triumphant to lock eyes with Andreas, who was looking at me over his shoulder.
“I haven’t fucked another person in four years. That doesn’t mean I haven’t fucked myself plenty.”
My breath caught in my throat. Now that was a pretty picture. Way better than someone else fucking him. I settled onto my knees between his spread thighs and popped the top on the lube.
“I wanted,” I said, dragging the words out as I slicked my fingers. “To fuck you.” I put the bottle down. “Over that goddamn pool table.” I pressed two fingers against him, felt his muscle give and take me inside. He was so tight I could barely fit both of them in, but Andreas didn’t want it easy, and I didn’t want to give it to him that way.
“You were being such a bastard, and I wanted to kiss you so bad.” I pressed deeper, loving every moan that came out of his mouth. It didn’t take long to loosen him up some, enough that I could move in and out of him without feeling like he was going to break my hand. “I wanted to do more. I thought about that later, once I knew I hadn’t fucked us over completely. I thought about how it would have felt to push your face down against the table and jerk your pants down and just plow right into you.” I’d come really hard to that little fantasy, actually.
“God, do it now.”
“Too late, I’ve already got these―” I spread my fingers apart, and he groaned, twitching but not pulling away “―inside of you. Maybe they’re enough, huh? Maybe you want to come on my hand.”
“I want your dick in me, Darren. Fuck, what do I need to do?” Andreas demanded. It wasn’t as intimidating as his demands usually were, given that he was pressing back against my fingers like he was afraid I’d take them away. “Give you an engraved goddamn invitation? Please fuck me like you fucking mean it, all right?”
“Well.” I slowly withdrew my fingers and pretended that my hand wasn’t trembling. “Since you asked so nicely.”
Getting the condom on took way too long, and adding more lube was just asking for trouble, the pressure of my own hand felt so good. I spread Andreas’s legs a little farther apart as I moved in close, swept my hands from his shoulders down to his hips, got a grip, and pressed the head of my cock against his ass.
He opened up and let me in. Not easily, not without a grunt of what might have been pain, but steadily. A few seconds later, I was buried in Andreas, and I had to tug on my own balls to keep from coming right there.
“Wait,” I ground out when he started to move. He didn’t stop, and so I smacked his ass again. That got him to settle down.
Once I was confident my body wouldn’t embarrass me, I pulled back until I was barely in him, then slammed home almost hard enough to drive his face into the bed. Andreas had his weight balanced on his knees and forearms, the injured one on top. He was breathing like a marathoner at the end of a race, huge gulps of air, as though he were overwhelmed. Good. I wanted him overwhelmed. If he was coming off a four-year dry spell, I wanted him to fucking drown in sensation now.
“I like a guy who says please.” I drove into him like I might never get the chance again, hard and fast. Part of me wanted to do better, to really draw this out, but Andreas wouldn’t thank me for slowing down right now. I didn’t know if I was capable of it, anyway. He felt so tight around my cock, squeezing hard enough to make my eyes cross. I jerked his hips back with every thrust, forcing his body to match my rhythm. Andreas let me move him, gave up all control of his body to me, and I reveled in it.
I wasn’t going to last much longer. I had no idea how Andreas hadn’t come already. I ground in tight against him, then reached around and closed my hand on his cock. He was wet, slippery pre-come slicking my fingers, and I instinctively tightened my grip.
“Oh fuck,” he gasped, and that was it. Andreas came in my hand, his hips shivering in the vise of my hold on him. I pressed my forehead against his back and let go, unloading into the condom and almost lightheaded with the pure, ecstatic relief of it. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d come so hard. Maybe never.
I had just enough brain power left to pull out before I collapsed onto Andreas. I staggered to the bathroom and got rid of the condom, rinsed off my hand, and after a moment’s consideration, grabbed a towel.
Andreas was lying on his side, slightly curled, like his muscles couldn’t quite figure out how to release all the way. His eyes were closed, but they opened as I joined him on the bed. I spread the towel out over the wet spot, then lay down and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Screw being big and tough right now; I wanted a cuddle. I was a little surprised when Andreas didn’t object, just rolled a little farther into me and put his head on my shoulder.
“Fancy.” His fingers plucked at the towel. “What are you, a college kid?” He didn’t sound annoyed, though―honestly, he sounded drunk.
I
was too tired to even think about prevaricating. “I only have one set of sheets, and I don’t feel up to washing them right now. Tomorrow.” I yawned. “C’n do it t’morrow.”
“You falling asleep already?”
Wasn’t it obvious? “Mm-hmm.”
“Hey, Darren.”
Oh crap, was he already regretting this? Was he going to pull away, run back to his place, cool things off between us? Had all of this been a terrible, horrible idea? I opened my eyes and found him looking at me—not his usual intense glare, but an expression I’d never seen on him before. “Yeah?”
“Thanks. That was good.”
I smiled. “Don’t thank me for giving me exactly what I wanted.”
“How much of that do you think Trent heard?”
“If he’s lucky?” My smile turned into a grin. “All of it.”
Darren and I both dozed for a while. I probably would’ve slept for a few hours if the alarm on my phone hadn’t nudged me fully awake. The alarm was relatively quiet, but shrill enough to carry into the bedroom.
Moving as stealthily as I could to avoid jarring Darren, I got up, pulled on my boxers, and went into the living room to silence the alarm. Then I went looking for my jacket.
It had landed in the hallway, about halfway between the living room and the bedroom, and my skin broke out in goose bumps just thinking about that moment. Darren had been getting more aggressive by the second. His kiss had been so demanding it was almost painful. Every time he’d grabbed a handful of clothing, it was either to tear it off me or to physically pull me toward the bedroom. Or closer to him. As if I’d wanted to be anywhere else.
Grinning to myself, I picked up my jacket and fished out the packet of pills I carried for when I couldn’t get back to the precinct. In the kitchen, I found a clean glass and ran some water from the tap.
This was a new prescription. Still the same type of drug, but a slightly different dosage. Or something. The only thing that had mattered to me was that with any luck, the change would kill the dizziness that had been driving me crazy lately. Though if it gave me the headaches I was getting before I’d changed scrips the last time, then I’d take the dizziness with a smile. At least I could function with that.
I was just worried as hell it would have a whole different set of side effects.
I chased the pill around the center of my palm with my thumb.
“You all right?” Darren’s voice spun me around, and I nearly dropped both the glass and the pill. He was standing in the kitchen doorway, his thumb hooked casually in the pocket of the black gym shorts he’d put on.
I cleared my throat. “Yeah, I . . .” I glanced down at the pill. “Just needed to take this before I forget.” With that, I threw it back and washed it down with the water. As I set the glass in the sink, I added, “Did I wake you up?”
“Nah.” He stepped closer and slid a hand down over my ass. “I was coming around when you got up.” He pulled me in and kissed me. “Didn’t want you sneaking out before I had a chance to fuck you again.”
His comment went straight to my balls, and so did his hand. I couldn’t help groaning as he cupped me through my pants.
“Jesus . . .” I pressed against his palm. “You’re full of surprises, you know that?”
“How so?”
I grinned. “For starters, the day I met you, if someone had told me you were an aggressive power top with a thing for biting—”
He burst out laughing and shrugged. “Don’t lie, Andreas. You still wouldn’t have liked me.”
“No, probably not.” I slid my hand beneath the waistband of his shorts. “You’re kinda growing on me, though.”
“Likewise.” He kneaded my dick through my clothes.
“Horndog,” I said, almost groaning.
“I finally got you into bed. What do you expect?”
“Fair enough.” I couldn’t help laughing, and shook my head.
“What?”
“Oh.” I smoothed his hair. “Just realized the captain told me to try to get along with you more than I have my last several partners. I’m not sure this is what he had in mind.”
Darren snorted. “No, probably not.” He lifted his chin and kissed me. “But if he asks how we’re getting along, I’ll be sure to give a glowing review.”
“I should hope so. Especially if I let you fuck me twice.”
“Let me?” He stroked me through my pants again. “Pretty sure I could make you beg for it.”
I had a witty remark ready to fire, but his thumb traced the head of my cock, and . . . whatever. I leaned in to kiss his neck. “You have more condoms, right?”
“Plenty. I haven’t worn you out yet, have I?”
“Worn me out?” I nipped his collarbone hard enough to make him grunt. “I’m not that old.”
“Good. Bedroom.”
Returning to the real world was bizarre. After one night and a hot, lazy morning together, I felt like I’d been vacationing in another dimension for years. And what a vacation it was.
But it was over now, at least for the moment. If the looks Darren kept shooting me in the car were any indication, though, there was a rematch in my future.
But for now, we had an investigation to continue. So, clinging desperately to cups of coffee, we walked from the parking garage to the elevator up to the precinct.
“Listen, um . . .” Darren glanced at me. “We, uh, should probably keep this between us.”
“Yeah.” I nodded. “Especially if Trent is . . .”
Darren flinched. “Someone I used to fuck?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“I, uh . . .” He stared at the floor of the elevator. “Guess I should’ve told you about that. Before we—”
“Don’t worry about it.” The elevator lurched to a stop, and the doors opened. As we continued down the hall, I quietly said, “Your past is your business. Especially since I’m pretty sure you weren’t aware he was involved with anything shady.”
“Besides me, no.”
I laughed, and Darren relaxed.
We fell into our usual routine. Well, as much routine as any detective ever had. In this case, phone messages, emails, follow-ups, and all that usual bullshit. And, on top of all that, making calls to try to get a few minutes of one Judge Harrison’s time.
While we worked, the bitter, semiburnt coffee from the break room kept me grounded in the present, and the aches and twinges kept me from believing last night had been a dream. It had definitely happened. Especially since every time I sat at my desk and winced, Darren snickered. Arrogant bastard. Not that he was walking any less gingerly than I was, though I was pretty sure he didn’t have a visible bite mark on his ass cheek.
I pushed a file folder aside after looking through it a million times, and Darren slammed his phone down.
“Finally!”
“What?”
He held up a Post-it note like a captured flag. “We’ve got a meeting with Judge Harrison at two thirty.”
I grinned. “Well done. I didn’t think we’d get in for a few days.”
“Yeah, well.” He laughed. “When you’ve got Darren Corliss’s patented sweet talking on your side . . .”
“Uh-huh.”
He chuckled, but then sobered. “So what’s the game plan?” He absently scraped the Post-it back and forth on the edge of his desk. “I’ve, uh, never tried to rattle a judge’s cage before.”
“Well, we don’t want to tip our hands too far at this point.”
“So, don’t bring up anything we talked about with Mayor Kramer’s widow.”
“Don’t even mention that we’ve talked to her at all. Nothing about Veronica. Nothing about Trent.”
“And I assume nothing about Crawford, Blake . . .”
I shook my head. “At this point, I think the best way to get under her skin is to let her know she has something to lose.”
“Such as?”
“Such as the press and the public finding out she was tipped off about Judge Warne
r’s shooting. Not just a lucky survivor.”
Darren’s eyes lost focus as he kept playing with the Post-it. “Won’t look good during election season.”
“No, it won’t. Even if we can’t prove she was involved in anything shady, or that she had something to hide that Judge Warner would’ve publicized, the mere fact that she knew not to be there—”
“And didn’t warn Judge Warner or Young.”
I nodded. “Exactly. So I say we start there. See how she reacts. Once we’ve got her attention, then we get some names out of her.”
“You think she’d roll on whoever she’s working for?”
“If my suspicion is right and she’s only taking bribes and turning a blind eye to criminal activity? Yes. If she’s in any deeper than that—if she’s actually got blood on her hands besides Judges Warner and Young—we might have to try something else. But either way, she’s going to get nervous.”
“And so will her nephew.”
“Exactly.”
Darren was quiet for a moment, but then he nodded. “All right. Sounds like a plan.” He met my gaze. “I’ll follow your lead.”
Before we left the precinct an hour or so later, I swung into the locker room.
So far, the new medication was doing all right. My temples had been throbbing a little, but it wasn’t as bad as the headaches I’d had before. With any luck, it would stay this way. The dizziness was . . . well, it wasn’t worse. It would take time to get better if it happened at all.
Anything was better than those fucking kidney stones, though.
Alone in the locker room, I took the pill bottle out of its hiding place. As I pulled out a tablet, the door opened, and someone came in. I tracked them, listening to the sharp steps.
Damn it, just my luck—they came down this row of lockers. Right up to my open locker. And stopped.
The hair on my neck prickled, and I quickly but casually slipped the pill bottle back behind the box. Then, with as neutral an expression as I could muster, I shut the door.
“Trent.” I gritted my teeth, but smiled at the motherfucker. “What a nice surprise.”