Don't Judge

by A. E. Via

  “I never go back on my word. I will kiss you.”

  “Unh unh unh. I said I wanted to kiss you. I said you didn’t even have to kiss me back remember?” Michael’s flicked his tongue over the silky black hairs on Judge’s ass. “I’m gonna kiss you right here until I’m as satisfied as you were with your dinner.”

  Judge snarled. “You sneaky bastard.”

  Michaels smiled and feasted his eyes on his real dinner.

  Chapter Twenty-six

  Judge really underestimates how fucking smart this damn detective is. He had set his own self up, falling for Michaels’ charm, his intoxicating eyes and seductive smile as he let himself get swindled in a deal. But Judge never ever went back on his word. Now he was bent over a counter, legs spread and ass open.

  Judge clenched his fist as he waited for Michaels to make his move. Right now all he was doing was kneeling behind him and staring. It made Judge feel weird. On display. He wasn’t a buff, blonde hunk with product controlling his immaculate hair or perfectly arched eyebrows. Judge was just a man. Did Michaels not like what he saw? Was his ass too much of an ugly hairy thing? Had he changed his mind and was trying to think of a way to back… “ohhhh gaaawd.”

  Michaels ran the flat of his tongue over the back of Judge’s balls, stopping right before he got to his hole. “Yessss. Let me hear you. I could look at your fine ass all night, Judge, but I’m making myself crazy with want. Damn, I fuckin’ want you bad, man.” Michaels’ hands were roughly kneading and rubbing Judge’s ass cheeks. “I’m gonna slick all this sexy hair down with my spit.” Michaels moaned and licked Judge again before he took a mouthful of his flesh and sucked on it hard enough to leave a mark.

  Judge’s cock was so hard he could’ve drilled a hole into the counter. Michaels really was turned on by him, by his ass… by his hair. Judge released the air that had filled up in his lungs and tried to relax. Michaels did exactly what he said he was going to do. Judge’s cock jerked and leaked precome down the counter every time he felt Michaels’ warm spit hit his ass. “Fuck.” He hissed.

  “Feels good, babe. Do you like it?” Michaels moaned, enjoying his ‘kiss’. Not seeming too concerned with Judge replying.

  Judge couldn’t have answered anyway. His mind was all fucked up. He hadn’t had anyway taste him there in…. “Jesus!” Judge grunted when he felt that hot, slick tongue flick his hole. His leg trembled and he wanted to stop it but he could only focus on one body part right now, and at the moment he was trying to keep his dick from exploding.

  Michaels spread him wider and used his entire tongue not just the tip and drug it slowly up his seam, pressing harder when he got to the tightly wrinkled skin around his hole before continuing all the way up. “So fuckin’ dark and beautiful.” Michaels murmured against him.

  Judge’s eyes slid closed. Michaels was the beautiful one. So beautiful for doing this to him, making him feel so desired. His cock was grabbed from between his legs and pulled back right into Michaels’ hungry mouth. He sucked hard on his thick head while rubbing his hole with the pad of his thumb. Judge’s balls were drawing up, his stomach clenched tight and his eyes squeezed shut preparing for the climax of his life. He didn’t’ know if Michaels sensed it or not but the base of his dick was squeezed tightly and Michaels’ mouth popped off. His orgasm simmering so close to the surface.

  Judge thought Michaels was done, satisfied, but he was very wrong. That skillful tongue zeroed right back in on his hole, spearing and stabbing at it until it gave in and allowed him full access. Michaels spit, growled, bit, licked at his lower half like his body held sustenance. “Man you taste so fuckin’ good. You taste so rich, and powerful, you taste like your mine.”

  Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. What was Michaels saying? Did he know what he was saying? He sounded almost drunk, his words muffled and slurred as those wonderful sentiments were spoken against his ass. Judge’s eyes rolled behind his closed lids as Michaels relaxed his hole in the best way. That tongue was long and thick but he needed more, he wanted more. For the first time in so very long his ass felt hollow and empty, needing so badly to be filled. A fierce shudder racked his body when Michaels buried in as deep as he could, Judge unconsciously pushed his ass back, seeking out at least one more inch. Michaels slapped his damp ass and squeezed it aggressively, growling while he ate the hell out of him. Judge was trying hard not to ride that gorgeous face but it was difficult. A blunt thumb probed at his ass and pushed in right along with Michaels tongue and Judge knew he was about to blow.

  “Ugh. I’ma’ come. Fuck! I’m bout to come!”

  Michaels pulled back and gripped Judge’s balls at the same time he clamped his fingers around his cock, fending off his orgasm. Judge shook again as his brain caught up and his orgasm receded back into hiding until it would be forced out again.

  Michaels stood and pressed his chest against Judge’s sweaty back. “It’s not even near time for you to come yet. I’m not done with you.” He whispered harshly against the back of Judge’s head. “Get on the fuckin’ bed. On your stomach.”

  Judge’s ass was slapped angrily when he turned to head back towards one of the queen-sized beds. He didn’t utter a word about the rough treatment. Michaels could treat him however he damn well pleased right now.

  Judge lay on the bed, face down, ass exposed for the taking. He wasn’t sure if Michaels would take him, he prayed he would. But he wasn’t going to ask, he wouldn’t beg. Hell, he was trying not to whine and moan. His pride was as large as the Empire State Building, so he couldn’t swallow it.

  Michaels turned off the television and all the lights, except for the tiny lamp on the desk on the other side of the room. Judge heard something fall next to his head. Opening his eyes he saw that Michaels had placed the lube and a condom there. Oh fuck. Was the condom for him or for Michaels? He guessed he’d find out soon enough.

  Michaels stretched his long frame over top of his pushing him down into the soft mattress. He was muscular and heavy… perfect. Michaels ground his rigid cock into the cleft of his ass, sliding it up and down his crease that was still delectably slick from his saliva.

  His fingers slid through Judge’s damp hair, pushing it back and away from his face. Michaels placed the sweetest, most delicate kisses against his jaw while he rubbed his body against him. “I want inside you so damn bad, babe. More than I’ve ever wanted anything.” Michaels emphasized his want with a firm thrust against Judge’s ass. Judge gasped and pushed back into it. Hopefully that was enough and Michaels would get the hint.

  It seems he did because Michaels slid back down his body and began to bathe him in his saliva, preparing his hole for him. Judge felt Michaels’ fingers probing at him and he knew he needed to breathe and relax but his heart was beating so fast.

  “Relax. I won’t hurt you. I promise.” Michaels whispered.

  Why did that statement feel like Michaels wasn’t only talking about hurting his ass? Would he really not hurt him?

  Michaels pushed two fingers deep inside him and Judge puffed a gust of breath, surprised there was barely a burn, only a slight fullness. Fuck. Go deeper. Michaels knew what he was doing. He was experienced and Judge didn’t mind it. He could care less who else Michaels had taken, all he knew is he was the one driving Michaels insane right now.

  “Look at you. Opening right up for me.” Michaels said softly, his fingers twisting and burying as deep as he could. He could feel Michaels’ remaining knuckles pressing against his flesh while those two fingers probed for depth. When Michaels picked up speed, his fingers jabbing in and out of him Judge grunted and fisted the sheets. As soon as those fingers were gone, Judge felt unbelievably void. He pumped his hips against the soft sheets, needing the friction, anything to take his mind off of feeling empty inside.

  He didn’t turn around but he heard the sound of foil tearing, listened as tight latex snapped against hard flesh, shivered at the telltale flick of the cap of lube. Hurry. Michaels lay back over him, massaging his back, his should
ers, kissing across the tense blades, his mouth lingering and warm. “You are so sexy to me, Judge. Everything about you calls to me.” Michaels lined his cock up as he spoke soothingly into Judge’s ear. “From the time I saw you walk into my department, I wanted to claim you.”

  Judge’s body burned as Michaels pressed inside of him. His cock was so goddamn hard, like a pipe drilling into him. Judge was so wet and slick down there, the glide was effortless. After the head was in, Judge gasped as Michaels drove in until his pelvis was snug against his ass.

  “Ohhhh, my god. Ahhhh, you’re fuckin’ bottomless, babe.” Michaels moaned against him. Judge could feel that lithe chest beating rapidly against his back. Michaels swallowed breaths gusting over his damp skin, raising chill bumps all over him.

  Judge smothered his face into the pillow, not wanting Michaels to see the expressions he was making. They couldn’t have looked sexy. He could feel the deep frown in his forehead, his eyes now open wide in shock, his mouth a firm line to keep from screaming out ‘fuck me harder than you’ve ever fucked before’.

  “Judge. Don’t hide from me.” Michaels pressed in deep and rotated his hips and Judge clenched the sheets, his back arching up.

  “Oh god.” It was said too low for Michaels to hear.

  “Come out, babe. Let me see you.” Michaels cupped Judge’s cheek and turned his face to the side and leaned in and licked his parted lips. “That’s better. Taste so fuckin’ good… everywhere.” Michaels rubbed his own stubble against Judge’s beard and pulled out halfway only to slam back in. His pace was smooth and steady for now, enough to drive Judge insane. Still biting his tongue, he reached back with one hand and gripped one side of Michaels’ hips, urging him to move faster. But it had the reverse effect. Michaels practically stopped.

  “Un uh’. You want it… ask for it. Tell me how you want me to fuck you, Judge and I promise I’ll blow your mind.” Michaels said so sensually.

  Judge clawed at Michaels’ hip, pushing his ass into him. He wasn’t used to this. Asking to be fucked into unconsciousness. He was usually the aggressor, he didn’t trust those one-offs’ to fuck him, no way. Why did he have to talk? Just pound him already. Judge shook with pent up need his ass clenching tight with anticipation.

  “Mmmm.” Michaels moaned. “It’s alright. I can feel you, babe. I hear your body talking.”

  Judge might not be much of a dirty talker but Michaels was damn pro. Judge’s cock leaked heavily trapped beneath him, which was a good thing because if he touched it, this erotic rhumba would be over. Michaels slid both his arms underneath Judge’s armpits and hooked his shoulders for leverage. “You ready.”

  Judge clasped his hands over Michaels and nodded once. Michaels barely withdrew a few inches before he slammed back into Judge’s wanting ass. Over and over, rapid sharp thrust, deeper than Judge could process. Judge twisted and grunted, growling against the sheets.

  “Still being stubborn, huh? Why won’t you let me hear you? That deep sexy voice of yours.” Michaels panted in his ear. “I can make you talk, babe.”

  “Fuck you.” Judge muttered. Thinking Michaels didn’t hear him… but he was wrong.

  Michaels chuckled low and demonically and Judge knew he’d fucked up. “Better, but not quite what I had in mind.” Michaels’ body was shifting over top of him, turning so that his legs straddled his right thigh and both his arms were on his left side braced on the mattress. Oh fuck. Michaels was getting ready to fuck him at an entirely different angle. An angle that was gonna have him pile-driving his prostrate.

  “Fuck!” Judge yelled. Michaels thrust were so powerful, that blunt cock-head punching his gland with a force so insane it made him see stars. Judge was arching his back again, this time raising both of them up. “Ahhhh. Fuck! Fuck!”

  “Yeah, babe. God. That’s. Good. Ahhh. Nice and tight.” Michaels said after each thrust. “Shit. I’m bout’ to come.”

  Judge’s arms was stretched out the entire width of the bed as if his body was offered up for sacrifice. His fist clenched the sides of the mattress as his orgasm burst out of hiding, barreling to the surface. His body locked up tight, every muscle flexed and taut. Judge grimaced and groaned at the intense pleasure.

  “Fuck. I feel you, Judge. Come with me, come with me.” Michaels crooned. Rubbing Judge everywhere he could reach. “Your body is so gorgeous.”

  “Austin.” Judge whispered shakily when lighting shot through his balls and the first jet of come made him jerk hard enough to almost knock Michaels off him. Heat spread beneath him, soaking through the sheets and probably into the mattress. He shook violently with each release, his orgasm riding him as hard as Michaels was. “Fuck.”

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Michaels heard his name whispered so tenderly from Judge’s mouth as if he was in some kind of euphoric trance. That carnal sound threw him over the edge faster than he could ready himself to fall.

  Buried balls deep, he ground his pelvis against Judge’s furry ass and jerked spastically, plastered against him, as come shot from him, filling the tip of the condom. He purred and moaned Judge’s name while he rode it out. Milking every drop. With his arm still around Judge’s chest, he held him close to him trying to level out his breathing but lingering shutters still hit him as his cock deflated inside Judge’s warm ass. Michaels moaned and kissed the back of Judge’s neck. I’m ruined.

  He tried to gauge how Judge was feeling since the man was still quiet and frighteningly still, only the slight rise and fall of his chest could be felt since Michaels was still on top of him, not quite ready to get off yet. He ran his hands through Judge’s wet hair. “You good?” Michaels asked.

  After a few seconds, Judge shifted beneath him. “Yeah. Just need a fuckin’ cigarette.”

  Michaels chuckled, relieved that Judge wasn’t wiggin’ out on him. He gripped the condom and eased out of Judge. He rolled over to the side, quickly checking the monitor that their target was still stationary and after seeing she was, he threw out the condom, flopping back down on the pillow. He watched Judge get up and go into the bathroom. Watched his firm backside and strong back muscles flex with every step he took. Yes. Judge was the man for him. Such a complicated, stubborn bottom, making Michaels work his ass off like that. Well, he wasn’t afraid of hard work. Only thing now was convincing Judge that they worked well together. When he heard the shower turn on again, Michaels took a deep breath and slid further down onto the mattress utilizing the time to think of some type if plan to win Judge over. He knew it wouldn’t be easy. The man was set in his ways and used to being alone. Just because they’d had a couple good romps didn’t mean Judge felt the connection Michaels did.

  Michaels turned and looked back at the tracker on the monitor and saw their red dot was moving. He checked the time. It was after two in the morning. He jumped up and ran to the window, noting all the lights were off in her home, like she was gonna be out for a while. Fuck. This is it. Michaels threw on his pants almost falling to his face as he stumbled his way to the bathroom.

  ********

  A power top! His detective is a fuckin’ make your toes curl, pound your ass into wreckage power top!

  Judge twisted his hand in his hair, pulling hard on the long strands trying to wrap his head around what the fuck had just happened. He’d bottomed, that’s what had just happened. Michaels had made him feel things he hadn’t felt in years. Fucked him until he barely knew where he was and why he was there. So, not only was the hotshot detective a wild, slutty, take it like a champ bottom, he also knew how to drive that fat cock of his. Rode him like a champion lover. Then when Judge had come hard enough to tear the sheets with his bare hands, Michaels had chased his own orgasm with the ferocity of a lion, using Judge’s asshole as the net. And when he did come… hard and deep inside… “ahhhh fuuck.” Judge squeezed the base of his sensitive cock

  “I’m so fucked.” Judge groaned, letting the hot water beat on his deliciously tender ass. His cock was already plumping again when he
thought of the way Michaels took him. The way he talked dirty to him, with a sexy confidence he hadn’t gotten from his other quick fucks. Michaels honed in on exactly where and how to fill him up. Tapped into Judge’s needs and fulfilled every one of them and some he didn’t know where there.

  This was the man of Judge’s dreams but he was fighting it all the way. He wouldn’t put himself back out there again. Partners left you or they died on you, one or the other, but either one left you devastated. Judge was too old to do devastated.

  As soon as Judge turned off the shower he heard the door burst open. “Judge she’s moving! This is it!”

  Judge hurried out the bathroom, not bothering to towel off. Yanking his bag from under the bed, he threw on the first thing he could grab while peeking at the laptop monitor as the little red dot moved back towards downtown Miami.

  “You think he’s here?” Michaels said, putting on his boots, leaving them untied. They were both scurrying to get out the door.

  “Oh he’s definitely here. Wherever he was hiding, he’s come out. Obviously he got wind of either us or Riggs and his thugs on his ass and he’s making his move.” Judge put on his weapons, he reached back in his bag for his knife and saw his bulletproof vest down in the bottom. He hadn’t worn it in forever but he pulled out now and thrust it towards Michaels. “Here.”

  Michaels looked up from fastening on his own holster. “I don’t need that.”

  “You have your own?”

  “No. I just don’t need it.”

  Judge walked over to Michaels. When those sexy blue eyes looked up at him Judge knew, knew the man in front of him had gotten to him, gotten further than any other had in a long time. Had burst through one of Judge’s walls. He cupped Michaels jaw and lowered his forehead to rest against Michaels smooth one. “Just.” Judge squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, not liking the constriction in his chest at the thought of Michaels getting hurt, especially in front of him. “Just, humor me. Okay. Put it on. You’re a cop, you’re used to wearing them.”