by Eden Cole
For a minute, Jake stood frozen, waiting for Ross to turn around. He had to know. Was his dick a mouthful or more than a man could handle? Jake licked his lips in anticipation, and when Ross turned, he was not disappointed. Thick and long, Ross’s cock was erect, standing out from his body. The impressive piece stretched almost up to his navel, and he ran a proud hand over it while watching Jake with those dark eyes.
“Are you shy, or are you going to undress for me?” Ross asked.
Jake glared at him. He shed his clothes quickly and faced the DA head on. “I work hard to keep this body in shape, so I have nothing to be ashamed of.” His cock shifted under Ross’s scrutiny.
“No, you don’t,” he agreed.
Ross came over and kissed him, then took his hand. Fingers laced, they walked into the bathroom. Jake didn’t allow his thoughts to wander regarding the lavishness he found there. He focused instead on Ross’s ass ahead of him. He reached out and smacked it. Ross didn’t seem to mind.
Other than a few lingering kisses, they made short work of showering. Jake had wanted to go at it in there, but Ross seemed more intent on getting cleaned up. He didn’t argue. The sooner he got his hands on the DA’s body, the better, and if he wanted it in the bed, well they could do that. Jake could convince him on round two or three to experiment a little with where they did it.
Ross led him to the bed, and they stood beside it holding each other and kissing. Their cocks touched, both erect, and Jake stepped in closer. How he enjoyed a strong man in his arms and the feel of their muscles vying for dominance—almost as if it was a contest of wills. He ran his hands up Ross’s back and pushed his fingers into the midnight black hair. He used that position to force Ross’s head closer so he could crush his mouth into his own. They were about the same height, but Ross’s shoulders were broader, and he had more defined muscle. Jake didn’t quibble over it, because he had the thicker cock and bigger thighs.
When they broke apart, both panting, Ross stroked his ass and smiled—perfection of even white teeth that must have been created with braces as a kid. Jake had one molar that didn’t quite fit in its place and was crooked. Sam had thought it gave him more character. Jake hadn’t cared one way or another.
“Climb up, and I’ll get the condoms and lube,” Ross offered.
Jake put a knee up on the tall bed but paused when he saw that Ross opened a huge chest at the base of the bed. He removed a smaller box and opened it. Mostly condoms filled the interior, but there were also a couple bottles of lubricant. Jake’s brow rose, and he smirked. “Is everything in your house organized?”
Ross looked up in surprise. “What’s wrong with that?”
Jake recalled the half eaten bagel he’d changed his mind about, sitting on the coffee table in his living room. He’d meant to throw out the old newspapers from days ago too. He shrugged.
He climbed up on the bed, and was still on his knees at the edge when Ross moved up behind him. He stroked Jake’s ass moaning and squeezed a cheek. “You’ve got a nice ass.”
“Thanks.” Jake flipped over and scooted higher on the bed. “So do you. In fact I can’t wait to get to it.”
Ross chuckled. Then his gaze lowered to Jake’s crotch. The humor left his eyes, and he licked his lips. Jake’s cock twitched.
“Can’t wait to get that in my mouth. You’re thicker than I imagined.”
“You were thinking about my dick?” Jake teased.
“I’ve jerked off with it in mind a few times.” Not a hint of shame appeared in Ross’s expression. He’d had no problem with his attraction to Jake, which made him wonder if Ross had been deliberately provoking him all this time—just so Jake would get up in his face. He had no idea how many times Jake had had to hold himself in check not to bust the guy in the mouth.
“Then I’m glad you finally said something.”
Ross lowered his head and kissed the tip of Jake’s cock. “I’m glad I did too. This night is going to be everything I’d wanted and more.” His eyes held promise when he looked up at Jake and then opened his mouth wide to suck on Jake’s cock head. Jake closed his eyes for a brief second, but then he watched Ross’s movements. The DA was no virgin to sucking cock. That was for sure.
He laved Jake’s dick from one side to the other and then took it deep into his throat. Jake shuddered at the sensations. He felt ready to pop, but relaxed to enjoy everything that Ross gave him. Ross was slowly pumping his mouth up and down, and Jake stroked his cheek then held his head. He raised his hips to get every bit of his hard-on in that hot mouth.
“Oh yeah, that feels good,” he instructed.
Ross flicked his gaze up at him, and Jake was pretty sure the other man didn’t like his tone of command. He grinned at Ross and began pistoning his hips. Just watching his cock disappear between Ross’s lips had him flaming with desire.
When Ross released him, he could have shouted in disappointment, but his sex partner climbed up the bed and lay on his back. He held his hands out. “Come here so I can suck some more. Lay face down with your leg up.”
If Jake didn’t want it so bad, he might have protested Ross calling the shots, but he let it go for now. He did as he was asked in shifting higher on the bed. Ross got him into position, face down with his crotch positioned over Ross’s head. He pulled up a knee and arched his hips. Ross swallowed the first few inches of Jake’s cock. His head spun it felt so good.
In essence, he was flat on the bed with his fingers digging into the covers and fucking Ross’s mouth. He rose up to his elbows so he could look down at his body. He watched his cock slide between Ross’s lips each time he brought his hips down. The man was good, so good at sucking him hard and taking most of his dick. Jake closed his eyes and just felt. The pleasure was unbelievable, and he was going to come soon.
He lifted his knee a little higher and arched into the thrust. The slick, wet sound he made every time he pushed into Ross’s mouth mesmerized him and took him to a new level. His cock ached, and his balls felt near to bursting.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he grunted between clenched teeth.
At the last second, Jake stopped pumping and held still while his come shot out into Ross’s mouth. He watched as the other man drew on his shaft and drank down every drop. When he was done, Jake rose up, but Ross held onto his cock, sucking and laving like he loved the taste. Finally, he’d licked away all evidence that Jake had climaxed, and Jake moved down the bed.
He lay on top of Ross, and their lips met. They kissed hungrily, their tongues intertwining. Jake wrapped his arms around Ross’s neck, while the DA hugged his waist. Their cocks rubbed together, and they didn’t come up for air for a long time.
At last Ross broke the kiss and rested his lips against Jake’s cheek while he panted. Jake ran his hand down Ross’s side and squeezed his ass cheek. Jake would have pushed his hand farther back, but Ross flipped him over so he lay on his back and Ross was on top.
Jake frowned. “What are you doing?”
Ross smiled. “I said this is going to be the best night of sex I’ve ever had, didn’t I?”
“Yeah and—” Ross fingered his hole, and he gasped. “Hey, hold on. Ross, I thought…”
The DA covered his mouth in another kiss. Jake couldn’t deny he could get drunk off them. He could probably kiss Ross all night without sleep and be fine. Ross moved down his body and dropped kisses on his chest. He teased Jake’s nipple with the tip of his tongue and then nipped the taut little bud. Jake moaned. He held the back of Ross’s head, liking the silkiness of his hair. The DA dropped a kiss on his belly and then sat up. Jake decided he needed more of a hint about the way the night of sex would go. He opened his mouth to spell it out, but Ross did some kind of move that would make any cop proud. Jake found himself face down and Ross lying across his back.
“Hold on, counselor,” he demanded. He shifted up to push Ross off, but Ross used his weight to push Jake back down.
Ross sucked his earlobe. “You do the bottom no
w, and I’ll let you fuck me in the ass later.”
“Why doesn’t that sound like a suggestion?” he grumbled.
For an answer, Ross kissed one ass cheek and then the other. Then he spread the two of them and tongued Jake’s hole. Jake sucked in a breath. He couldn’t deny that it felt good. Every touch from this man had him tight and desperate for more.
“Once,” he conceded.
Ross sat up and took Jake’s hips with him. This was a new position for Jake. He’d always been on top with Sam, and the cop had no problem with it. Of course Jake had had a man in his ass before—back when he was still experimenting with what he was.
When he was scrawny and had more attitude than muscle, he’d snuck a boy into his room without his parents knowing. They hadn’t been friends, but Jake had noticed how the guy watched him and how it made him hot under that stare. Now that he thought about it, it was the same look in Ross’s eyes when he looked at him. When he was eighteen, that guy had showed him how much he loved having sex with boys rather than girls. And everything up until that moment when his virginity had been taken, had been amazing. He was hooked.
Getting it in the ass though had hurt—a lot. And his lover wasn’t gentle in the least. He’d shoved Jake down and taken what he wanted. Jake had cried, but that was the last and the only time he’d let a man inside of him. He’d been the one on top, and that was his preference. The single reason he gave in to Ross was because he wanted the man like nobody’s business. The fact that his cock was already hard again was a testament to it.
“You’re a virgin back here?” Ross asked as he smoothed lubricant on Jake’s hole and ringed it with the tip of his finger.
Jake clenched his fingers in the sheets. “No, and you don’t have to sound so condescending about it either.”
Ross chuckled. “I wasn’t.” He kissed Jake’s lower back. “I just don’t want to hurt you. I mean you’re tough and all…”
“Shut up, and do it.”
He laughed again. But then he grew serious when he put on a condom and began teasing Jake’s entrance but not going too fast. “Relax. Don’t tense up so much or my cock will hurt you.”
“You’re not as thick as I am,” Jake couldn’t help quipping.
“I hope you’re deep.”
Jake dropped his head and squeezed his eyes shut. He couldn’t believe he was subjecting himself to this. But Ross caressed his ass and ran a light hand over his back. He worked one finger into Jake’s hole and another. Jake nearly chewed his lip off. Not because it hurt, but because he expected it to. The sensation was foreign yet not bad.
“If it hurts…” he threatened, thinking he’d get his gun and shoot the prick. But the feeling was far from painful. Ross finger-fucked him with gentle ease like an expert. He worked Jake’s ass until he could get four digits buried inside of him, and still he pumped in and out, round and round.
Jake found himself arching his back and raising his ass a little higher. He pushed against Ross’s hand just a little. A cry of pleasure rose to his lips, but he bit it back.
“You like it,” Ross told him. “You like it a lot, but you’re going to love it when my dick is in you.”
Jake glared over his shoulder at him, but he had to admit, that powerful chest, flat abs, and earnest expression appealed to him the way he was kneeling there. If he was going to surrender to a man like this, the sexiest DA he knew was the man to give it to him. Of course then he’d give as much as he got later. Having the district attorney on his lap, a man who women in their city had literally thrown themselves at his feet for, couldn’t be passed up.
“Do it,” Jake encouraged him and tried his best to stay relaxed. He dropped his chin to his chest upon the first push, and then his breath whooshed from his lungs when the tip eased past his barrier. The feeling wasn’t painful exactly, just intense. He sucked in big gulps of air with every advancement of Ross’s cock inside of him.
“Yeah, take it all. You can do it,” Ross murmured.
Jake gritted his teeth. He reached behind him and grabbed hold of Ross’s thigh. He pulled, and the cock slid deep. Jake collapsed on the bed. Embarrassed, he tried to get up, but Ross had followed him down. They lay on their sides, and Ross held him in a vice grip, tucking him backward. Ross pushed all the way to the hilt of his cock and then withdrew.
They were curved together, Ross spooning Jake. When Jake’s anus was loosened enough, Ross picked up speed, pumping his long cock deep inside of Jake. Each time he came in, he bounced Jake on his cock and squeezed him tight in his arms. Jake covered Ross’s arms with his hands and just felt.
Ross held him with one hand and turned his head with the other. Their lips locked in a greedy kiss. All the while, Ross kept grinding his dick inside of Jake.
“Mm, I knew you’d feel this good,” Ross said. “I knew your ass would be tight.”
Jake didn’t want to admit how much he liked Ross in him, but he did. He arched more and pushed back so that he could get all of the long shaft. He wanted to feel Ross’s balls banging his ass, and getting enough wasn’t an option.
Jake focused on the invasion behind him, and his cock twitched for action. He encircled his rigid hard-on in his palm and began stroking in tune with Ross’s thrusts. A howl of pleasure broke free from his lips before he realized he was going to do it. Ross covered Jake’s hand and made him squeeze his dick hard while he pummeled his ass. Their faces were cheek to cheek.
“Kiss me,” Ross commanded.
Jake turned his head and pushed his tongue between his lover’s lips, and as soon as they tonguing each other and moaning, he reached his release. He shouted his pleasure inside Ross’s mouth, and with a few more rough strokes, Ross followed his lead. Jake shuddered before collapsing once again.
“Now,” Ross said, hugging him tight and allowing his cock to slide free. “Was that good or was it?”
“It was good,” Jake admitted, “and I think I want more of that—much more.”
* * * *
“Jake, Jake!” Sam called out behind him. Jake paused. He’d wanted to ignore Sam. He had work to do, and getting a hold of Judge Galvin wasn’t easy to begin with. Catching him free around this time of day was almost an impossibility, but he’d come to the courthouse to give it a try.
He turned and waited for Sam to catch up with him. The tap of his shoes on the marble floors made little noise, yet it irritated Jake. Sam was a beat cop, still in blues, even though he’d taken the detective test a thousand times. Jake didn’t hold it against him. He’d barely passed it himself on the third try. But he knew work wasn’t what had Sam chasing him down.
“Hey, I wanted to talk to you,” Sam said, slightly winded. He stood too close. Jake scanned their surroundings and took a step back.
“What about?” he said through stiff lips.
“Let’s have lunch.” Sam moved closer and laid the back of his hand on Jake’s stomach.
Jake knocked the hand away. “Are you fucking crazy?” he bit out. “Don’t do that here.” He looked around once again, and his heart picked up a few beats at spotting Ross strolling along speaking with the judge he’d been looking for. They stopped not too far away, and Jake had a hard time turning his gaze away from Ross.
Over the past couple of days, Ross had been in his head almost every second. They’d ended their night together without making any promises about another meeting. For all he knew it could have been a one night stand, and Ross hadn’t called. But then neither had he. When he’d been interested in Sam, he had been the one to call. And Sam had waited for it.
Even now, Jake felt a tightening in his crotch. He tried to think of neutral subjects that wouldn’t have his pants tenting in the middle of a hallway that was filled with only men at the moment. The truth was he wanted Ross bad—too bad. The intensity of how much he was drawn to the man was what paralyzed him. His emotions hadn’t been threatened with Sam, but Ross was a whole other ball game. There was no way a man like Ross Turner would commit to anything long
term with another man. He just couldn’t see it happening, and if he went after Ross, he’d end up like Sam was now.
Sam followed his line of vision and frowned. “Oh, him.” He sneered in dislike. “I heard he had a problem come up recently.”
Jake forced his attention back to Sam. “What do you mean a problem?” Concern clenched his stomach, but he worked to keep it out of his voice.
Sam shrugged. “Someone he put behind bars just got released. The word is he’s looking for revenge, but he hasn’t violated his parole, so nothing we can do. The pretty boy DA is probably gathering his bodyguards as we speak and trying to get Judge Galvin to use his influence to get the guy thrown back in.”
Defense of Ross was on the tip of Jake’s tongue. He’d thought the same thing not so long ago, that Ross used his looks to get what he wanted. But talking to him, he knew the man was intelligent and strong-willed. If he did use his looks—and Jake didn’t consider him the pretty boy type—he used every tool he had in his arsenal along with them. Jake couldn’t blame him for that.
“What he does or doesn’t do is not my concern,” he said instead. “I was looking for the judge.”
Jake considered what Sam had told him about the danger Ross might be in. He peered over at the DA again. The man could take care of himself. He didn’t need Jake interfering, and if he did have bodyguards, then all the better.
Sam stepped in front of him and blocked his view of Ross. “I want us to try again. The truth is I lo—”
“Don’t,” Jake snapped, and then regretted being so hard. He searched his mind for the best way to let the guy down easy. “I thought we agreed to just be friends. And anyway, we never talked about this kind of thing at work. Anyone could overhear.”
“That’s why I asked you to lunch. Come on, Jake. Just give me a chance.”