Brothers in Blue: Marc

by Jeanne St. James

  It was hard not to notice that. She dragged her gaze over his torso, to the gleaming gold nipple rings, and back down to the bulge covered by the thick terry cloth, which seemed to grow before her eyes.

  He cleared his throat. “Why are you wearing my pop’s coat?”

  She flashed open the two halves of the coat. “Does that answer your question?”

  His nostrils flared and he took a step back, dragging Menace with him. “Those fucking panties, though.” He stared wide-eyed at the red lacey boy shorts clinging to her hips. “Get in the house.”

  She stepped in and closed the door behind her. Her outfit had just the effect she desired. And by outfit, she meant the lack of one.

  “Goddamn,” he whispered. He released the puppy and rubbed his eyes. “Am I having a helluva wet dream or are you really here?”

  She separated the coat again, then cupped her naked breasts, their fullness overflowing her palms. “Feel these and tell me if I’m real.”

  He pushed her hands away and took the weight of her breasts into his own hands. “Well, they feel real, but I might have to test to be sure.”

  Stepping closer, he dipped his head, nuzzling between the mounds he had pushed together. He sucked one hard nipple deep into his mouth. His tongue laved circles around her areola. When her knees buckled slightly, she grabbed onto his shoulder to steady herself. His teeth grazed the sensitive peak and he released it, moving over to the other to give it the same attention. Things did have to be even. Leah smiled but it quickly turned to a groan as he gently bit down on the nipple.

  “I think we need to move this somewhere more comfortable,” he murmured against her skin. “Take off the coat.”

  Leah shook her head. “Not yet.”

  An outline of his erection through the towel was now very recognizable as he took her hand and led her deeper into the house. “Did you walk here?”

  “Uh huh.”

  “With those heels on?” He looked back and down at the only pair of heels she had. And she had bought them earlier in the day at the local Sears. But that was on a need to know basis.

  “If you want to think so.”

  “I do.”

  Leah laughed as he pulled her through his open bedroom door. The only light came from the open doorway of the master bathroom. She wanted the room to be well-lit, not like last time. Tonight she wanted to see everything. And apparently so did he. He turned on the lamp on the bed stand.

  He approached her from behind, causing her to suck in a breath with anticipation for his touch, his skilled mouth. She gathered her loose hair and held it on top of her head, giving him no-holds-barred access for him to kiss down her neck. She sighed softly, her nipples hardening to painful peaks when he pushed down the collar of the coat, slowly revealing all of her bare skin, brushing his lips against her as he went. Slowly he gripped the shoulders of the jacket and slid it down her back.

  “What do you have in the pockets of this thing? It’s heavy.”

  Before he removed the coat completely, she reached into the one pocket and removed two pairs of handcuffs, holding them up with her left hand. Marc took them from her fingers and threw them on the bed.

  She didn’t have to turn around to judge his reaction. His breathing quickened along the top of her spine, the heat causing goosebumps to break out all over her body. She fought back a shiver since her plan was to be in control tonight, not let his reactions drive her. He let the coat fall to the ground around her feet with a thump.

  “What else you got in there?”

  “My Sig.”

  He gathered the coat to carefully drape it over the chair in the corner, then quickly returned to picking up where he left off. His fingers led the way down her spine. His warm, soft lips followed. It took everything Leah had to stand still and not turn around to jump his bones.

  When he reached the boy shorts, he spread his hands wide to span her hips. His long fingers pressed against the lace above her pelvis. He smoothed his hands around, diving down, touching her heat, feeling for the separation of her cleft. His fingers rubbing the lace against her tender sex made her drop her head back onto his shoulder. He came cheek to cheek with her while he continued to strum her like a guitar. She made music with her breath, her groans, her moans as he played her.

  “Take them off,” she demanded.

  “Getting impatient?” His words were a warm breath against her ear.

  She dropped her hair and wrapped an arm around his head, bringing him in front of her. In the heels, she could look him straight in his light blue eyes. Almost. Near enough, though, to lean in, grabbing his nipple rings to pull him closer. Leah sucked his lower lip into her mouth and bit down. He made a noise and she released his flesh, stepping back. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and with wiggling hips, made a show of sliding them down her legs and over her heels.

  With a toss, they landed on the lamp, giving the light a pinkish glow. She raised her arms over her head, stretching her body long, then turned to give him her back. She dropped her hands down to her ankles and grabbed them tight.

  His rush of breath made her glance at him from between her legs. Once he had her full attention, he dropped his towel where he stood. Even from upside down, he was the hottest man she’d ever seen naked.

  His cock was hard, ready, weeping. Wrapping his fist around the thick root, he pumped it as he observed her. Still bent over, not breaking eye contact, she placed two fingers into her mouth, sucking and licking them until they were wet. She slipped them from her lips and reached between her legs, sliding along her slick folds. Separating her lips, she gave him a peek inside before inserting them. Her eyes closed for a moment as she played with herself, giving him the perfect view. Her eyelids fluttered open and their gaze met. His chest rose and fell deeply.

  With a smile, she circled her clit one more time, straightened, and turned to face him. “Heels on or off?”

  “On,” he answered, his heated gaze wandering from her pumps to the top of her head. “Shit yes.”

  “Get on the bed.”

  “You think you’re going to be in charge tonight?”

  “I don’t think, I know.” Her own words sent a thrill of power up her spine. “So do it.”

  He narrowed his eyes and regarded her for a split moment, before moving backward until he reached the bed. He sat on the edge, his arousal like a thick pole resting on his lower belly. She approached him slowly, the heels exaggerating the sway of her hips. He straightened his legs and separated them, making room for her between his thighs. She turned at the last moment and backed against him, her slick folds against his steely length. She dropped her head toward the floor again, bending and rising her hips to slide against his hard heat.

  It was a stripper move, but she didn’t care. It turned him on. And her as well. Oh, did she want him at that moment. He grabbed the curve of her hips and pulled her back, grinding against her.

  She felt him at her entrance and slightly shifted away. She wasn’t going to let him be in control tonight. It was all about her and she was sure he would gladly go along for the ride.

  “No,” she told him. “Get up on the bed.”

  Without hesitation, he scrambled backward on the mattress until his head rested on a pillow. The smile on his face showed he was quite happy to comply. Which was good, because she was about to get a whole lot bossier.

  She climbed on the bed, moving toward him slowly while on her knees. She snagged the handcuffs and sat lightly on his chest. Leah shook both sets of restraints in front of his face, watching his eyes widen then go dark. The metal clang of the cuffs sent a thrill down her spine.

  “You want me to fuck you?” she asked, sounding husky even to her own ears.

  “Yes. Fuck yes.” His smile widened. He reached for her and she stopped him.

  “No. Don’t touch me. Put your arms above your head. Yes, like that. Grip the headboard.” She was lucky he had one with slats. The ratchet sound as she clamped one cuff
on his right wrist and attached the other to the bed drew a shiver from her. And she was pleased to see also from him. She grabbed his left wrist to do the same. Looking behind her at his free legs, she realized she should have brought zip strips too.

  She hadn’t even considered that when Ron had taken her to get her car at the station early that morning. Her only thought had been to run into the station to grab her cuffs as well as his out of their lockers.

  Too late now. Time to get creative.

  “You want me at your mercy?” he asked her. “Is that what gets you off? Do you like to show men who’s boss?”

  The expression on his face was full of excitement and anticipation as he taunted her. He was playing the game. Like most cops, he had a type A personality, but so did she. It was refreshing to find someone who could not only match her sexual appetite but not be turned off or horrified by her dominance in the bedroom.

  She left him on the bed and went to his closet, looking for the right restraint.

  “What are you looking for?”

  With a smile, she found exactly was she needed. At the back of his closet, he had a handful of ties. It looked like they hadn’t been worn in ages. She tugged on a couple to check the strength. They still were strong and would be perfect for her use.

  With a wicked smile, she held up two ties so he could see them. “I found what I need.” While regarding Marc with arms stretched overhead and cuffed securely to the bed, she wondered if she should use another one as a blindfold. She grabbed a third, just in case.

  Moving to the foot of the bed, she inspected his bare body. Her breath hitched. It was a work of art. Lines, planes, curves. Her gaze traced the arc of his parted lips. They tempted her. Teased her.

  “Slide down,” she commanded. “More.” He finally shifted his weight enough so his arms were outstretched and he had no room to move them.

  Leah brushed her fingers over the shin of his left leg. When she ended at his ankle, she pushed it to the corner of the mattress. She wrapped the end of one tie around his ankle, making sure the knot was secure to prevent his escape. After tying the other end to the metal leg of the bed frame, she tested her knot there also. She brushed her fingers along his feet and his legs, lingering over his warm, smooth skin as she moved to the right leg and repeated tying him down, until he was spread-eagle on the mattress. Inspecting her handiwork, she smiled slowly. No way was he getting loose.

  He was all hers. In her complete control. A hiss escaped her lips at the thought.

  Moving around the bed, she debated whether to blindfold him or not. She wiggled the necktie above his face. “Hmm, I could use this for a blindfold, a gag, or…”

  “My choice?”

  “Absolutely not.”

  He grimaced and rattled the cuffs. “I’m so fucking hard. Damn you.”

  She crawled back onto the bed and straddled his waist, her damp pussy pressed to his hot skin.

  “I can feel how wet you are against me,” he groaned. The pulse in his throat beat visibly, the muscles in his neck strained.

  She took the tie in both hands, stretching it out to its full length and holding it a couple inches over his eyes. “Einey.” She moved it to just against his lips. “Meaney.” Above his eyes again. “Meiney.” She exaggerated a gasp, and brought the long piece of polyester down to his nipples. “Moe.”

  She looped one end of the necktie through his left nipple ring. It was a snug fit but she got it to work, and then tied the other end to the gold piercing on the right. She tugged on the fabric. Bridle reins. That’s what they reminded her of. She could hold on and pull his nipple rings while riding him hard.

  But not yet. She wasn’t ready yet. Even though he clearly was.

  She moved until she straddled his face backward. He was exactly where she wanted him to be.

  “I want to touch you,” he hissed.

  “Too bad. You can’t.”

  “Your loss,” he teased.

  “I’ll be okay,” she told him. “But you’re talking way too much. I guess I’ll have to muzzle you one way or another.”

  She lowered herself, suspending herself just above his mouth. His tongue barely reached her as he outlined her folds with the tip.

  “Damn, you taste good. Give me more. I want to fuck you with my tongue.”

  She wanted that too. She lowered a fraction and he licked along her slit.

  “Open yourself to me since I can’t touch you.”

  She did, offering him access to the hard, slick nub, so he could flick it, lick it, suck it hard. Leah’s legs trembled, struggling to hold her weight when all she wanted was let go. She leaned forward, planting her hands on either side of his hips. Not only did this tilt her pelvis at a better angle for him, but it put her where she needed to be to take him fully in her mouth.

  Marc groaned against her pussy as she took his hard length into her mouth. The vibration drove her wild and she squirmed. The urge to just sit on his face was strong, even knowing it would smother him. Oh, but was she tempted.

  His hips lifted when she licked along his arousal, pausing only to take the crown between her lips and suck. She scraped her teeth along the head, causing him to blow a breath against her wet heat.

  As much as she wanted to concentrate on the glorious mouth action he was doing to her, it in turn distracted her from what she wanted to do to him. Cupping his balls, she rolled them along her fingers. Stroking the sensitive spot below his sac, she applied some pressure there as she quickened her pace, plunging him in and out of her mouth.

  With two fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, she squeezed. The vein running along the back of his erection became thicker, darker. She swallowed him deep once more.

  Since his hands were unavailable, she missed having his fingers deep inside her while he teased her clit and sucked along her plump lips. She needed something hard filling her as he worked his magic. Frustration pulled a groan from her. Having him tied up may have backfired on her. It wasn’t giving her what she needed. Which was his long fingers participating in her pleasure.

  With a last lick to his engorged head she pulled away from him and turned.

  His mouth was glossy and his eyes unfocused as he dropped his head to the pillow and cursed. “God, I want you so badly.”

  She felt the same. Actions were needed, not words. She straddled his waist, and grabbed the necktie attached to his nipple rings.

  “You want me to pull this?”

  His eyelids fluttered. “Yes.” Then they went closed for a moment.

  “How hard?”

  He opened his eyes and met her gaze. They were dark, needy. “Hard.”

  “Does this get you off?”

  “Yes,” he said, his breath hissing between his teeth.

  His hard-on was hot against her ass and when she pulled the fabric, stretching his nipples, his cock bobbed against her as his hips shifted.

  “Get on me.”

  “Oh no. You don’t get to tell me what to do. Not here. Not now. Don’t make me gag you.”

  Her pussy wept on his skin, making it slick. The thought of how tugging on his rings made him crazy drove her to the edge of sexual madness also. She could imagine the heightened sensitivity the piercings gave him. How every time she pulled his skin away from his body, it caused waves of ecstasy through him. She had never been with a man who loved his nipples being played with. And she found one who had gone to such extremes to increase his enjoyment of nipple play. Watching his reactions now as she tugged and released the tie made her envious of him, disappointed that she didn’t have piercings in her own breasts.

  She moved back just enough so the head of his cock was at her entrance. With a lift, she then settled on him. He filled her deeply and she released a long, low moan. Marc matched her, his constrained hands yanking against the cuffs.

  “Ah fuck.” His head lifted off of the pillow to study the juncture where their bodies separated and came together. “That is so fucking hot. Ride me, baby.”


  “Say my name.”

  “Leah.” Her name came out in a breath.

  She clenched tight around him, her head spinning with his deep, low voice echoing in her ears. The feeling of how stretched he made her feel. The soft heat of his balls against her ass on every descent.

  “That’s right. Pull my nipples and fuck me.”

  In her erogenous fog, she knew he was attempting to take control of the sex using his words. Barring a gag or covering his mouth with her hand, she needed a way to stay in charge of situation.

  The cuffs jangled against the headboard slats. “If I was loose right now, I’d flip you over and fuck you so hard.”

  “But you’re not.”

  Without releasing the necktie, she sat up straight, grinding her pelvis in circles against his.

  “Holy fuck, what are you…” He grunted. “Doing to me?”

  The grinding changed to small rocks of her hips back and forth. Just enough to make him brush against the sensitive spot deep inside of her. The pressure built along her inner walls, the magical switch that made her even wetter, made her ache for release.

  He tensed beneath her. “Don’t you dare come yet. Don’t. Even,” she warned him, her tone leaving no doubt who was in charge and that he better obey. Or else.

  He blew out a breath, slammed his head into the pillow, and squeezed his eyes shut. “I’m a man, not a fucking machine,” he groaned.

  “I don’t care. No excuses.”

  Gripping the fabric attached to his nipple rings in one hand, she used her other hand to rub her clit.

  “Oh God. I feel you squeezing me. You’re so fucking wet.”

  “Don’t.” The short warning was the only thing she could spit out. She threw her head back as the orgasm built within her. Sinking down on him hard, she pressed her clitoris harder with her fingers, and the wave of climax overcame her, making her gasp.

  Marc rocked his head back and forth. “Sweet baby Jesus. I’m not going to last.”

  “You. Will.” He had to. She wanted nothing more than to come like that again.

  She leaned forward onto his chest and was just able to capture his lips with hers. She started to move again as she kissed him, rubbing her pubic bone with his. Her clit was ultra-sensitive after the orgasm she just had and the stimulation took her quickly back to the brink.