by Tatum Throne
“Come for me.”
James cried out as his hot spunk shot from his tip, sending it flying over the floor. With his dick still buried deep in his ass, Lay wrapped his hand around Jim’s jaw and kissed him roughly with long stroking licks of his tongue. Lay was still rock hard as he broke his lips away from his sub. He looked down at his soft lips and wanted them wrapped around his cock. Lay pulled his prick from his sub’s ass and slipped off the condom.
“Get on the bed.”
With lust filling his eyes, James crawled over the bed. “Now what do you want me to do?”
“Get on your back.”
Layton spread his thighs over Jim’s face as he latched onto his cock, sucking him in deep. Lay gripped the headboard as he pumped his dick in and out of his sub’s mouth. His cock was throbbing hard as his balls bounced roughly against his chin. Everything was spinning out faster than Lay had control of. He wanted to slow things down as much as he wanted to speed them up. He was losing his mind for James, and he didn’t care if he ever got it back. James flicked his tongue over the tip of his cockhead, undulating beneath the sensitive ridge. His orgasm twisted up through Layton’s balls. He looked down at Jim as he unloaded his spunk into his sub’s mouth. Lay pulled his cock out, spraying a shot of semen across his sub’s lips and chin. It was then that he knew he loved James and always would. The man was exactly what he wanted and never knew he needed. How had he missed the signs when they were working together?
As he floated back down from the wild ride, Layton removed the harness and collar. Layton sighed down onto the bed beside his sub, pulling him in close. He loved the way James wrapped his body around his, holding him tightly. James sighed happily.
“Thank you.”
Something flipped hard in his chest. Most of his previous subs wanted to be humiliated or were into degradation. James was different. He wanted more than a hard fuck and an even harder hit. He’d never had a sub thank him this way before.
“You’re welcome. You’re something special, Jim. You know that, don’t you?”
Their eyes locked, and tears misted James’s eyes. “I’ve always wanted a man to say that to me.”
The kissed in a sweet and unhurried way. When Lay pulled his head back, he knew he wasn’t about to let go of James anytime soon. He just didn’t know how to make this thing last. He’d never been in a long-term relationship with any submissive before. James was looking at him with his heart and soul in the game. This was a game changer for both of them. Layton knew he had to back off before he broke Jim’s heart, but it honestly wasn’t what Layton wanted. He wanted forever with a man, but he didn’t want to pressure James for more since it was his first time with a man.
“James…”
“Yeah?”
“I’m your first, right?”
“Yeah.”
Pain moved through Layton’s heart as he struggled with what he was about to say next. He kept telling himself that it was best for Layton. This relationship was all about his sub. “This shouldn’t be a long-term thing between us then. You need to have more experience.”
Hope crushed through his eyes before it simmered away. James frowned. “I get it. You just want to fuck.”
James pulled away and it hurt Layton when he did. “Look, I just don’t want you to get hurt. I don’t want you to regret settling down with me without trying and experimenting with other men.”
“Too late for that.”
“Don’t be angry with me, Jim. I’m just not capable of loving anyone. It’s just sex. It always had been for me before I met you. I’m not explaining this well. I want you to be ready. I don’t want you to settle and regret settling with me.”
Jim ran a hand through his dark hair. “Maybe you should have told me that before you fucked me!”
He turned, heading downstairs to find the clothes he had borrowed. Layton should have stopped him from leaving, but he knew that Jim needed some time to sort everything out in his head. Once he did, he was sure that Jim would come back to his bed. The front door slammed behind Jim and the sound of the engine starting on his Jeep was like a gunshot sounding off into the night. Layton cursed. He’d just fucked up the most amazing thing he’d ever had. He was a stupid shit.
Chapter Five
Work no longer interested James. In fact, he was thinking about leaving town for an extended period of time. After a jog through Eden Park, James checked the messages on his machine. He had several waiting for him waiting for him when he got home to his crappy little apartment. The first was from Rask, checking in on how he was doing. He never imagined that he and Rask would become friends the way they had but they did. The next was from his contact in Internal Affairs. He was getting his next assignment. As usual, everything would be e-mailed to him. The third was from Layton and his heart stopped.
“Jim. I didn’t want you to leave the way you had. I’m not very good at expressing my feelings.” He sighed heavily as emotion played through his Dom’s voice. “I just want to take this thing slow for both of us. I don’t want either one of us to get hurt. Call me. I want to see you tonight.”
Tears misted James’s eyes as he went upstairs to shower off all the sweat and anger that his run had brought out inside of him. He turned on the hot water and got inside the shower. He had fallen in love with Layton. He was stupid for doing so, but there was nothing he could do to take it back now. Despite his run and frustration, James’s cock was rock hard and waving like a flag on a flagpole from the water hitting it. James pressed his palms against the cold tile. Why couldn’t he handle just fucking Layton?
He knew the answer to that question even before he asked it. James had always secretly had a crush on Layton. The man was ripped, strong, and exactly the type of man he had always wanted. Now that he had Layton, he wanted the man to want him as much as he wanted him. All he wanted was Layton. With the hot water beating against his skin, James smoothed his hand down his perineum. He pushed one of his fingers into his ass, all the while thinking about how Layton had shoved his dick into his ass the night before. Revenge was the only thing on James’s mind as he pulled his fingers from his ass and washed off.
He got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He went straight for the phone next to his bed. He got out the roster he once used to keep track of all of his police officers. He found Layton’s cell number. He picked up the phone and dialed Layton’s cell. It rang several times and James was convinced he wasn’t going to pick up. Finally, he did.
“This is Shaw.”
James took a deep breath. “I’m wet, naked, and horny. I’m going to masturbate if you don’t come over and tie me up.”
A groan sounded on the other end of the line. “I’ll be over in ten minutes.”
James chuckled. “You don’t know where I live.”
“I do, Jim. I know everything about you.”
The line went dead as a shiver of lust ran through James’s body. He went to his apartment door and unlocked it. He went back to his bedroom and dropped the towel over the big chair by the window. He went to the nightstand and found his old service handcuffs. The key sat in the drawer next to them. James handcuffed himself behind the back and knelt on the bed with his ass up and forehead down. He was going to wait for Layton to come for him.
The sound of the door shutting and locking echoed down the hallway. James shivered as his cock dripped with pre-cum. He watched the door as he waited for Layton. He came into the room dressed in his SWAT tactical pants and shirt. Dark sunglasses covered his eyes. He groaned when he looked as James.
“You’re misbehaving, sub. I was in a fucking meeting.”
“You still came for me.”
“Yes and you’re about to come for me.”
Layton crossed the room, sliding his hot hand across James’s ass, spanking him hard. Heat moved over James’s bottom as he spread his ass cheeks wide, exposing his rim. James moaned as Layton went to the end of the king-size bed, pulling him down to the end of it with hi
s hands on his thighs. James moaned when he heard the sound of Layton unbuckling his belt loaded down with gear. He set it gently on the bed as he unzipped his tactical pants and muscled out his cock, spanking it across James’s ass. The snap of a lube bottle echoed within the room. He heard Layton smoothing the lube over his prick. Layton tipped his cockhead up to James’s ass, pushing his cockhead against his rim. It was then that James realized he was going in raw.
“You’re mine. No one will ever fuck you this way.”
Layton pushed his thick cock deep into James’s tight ass. James groaned as his Dom’s hand locked around his cuffed wrists. The feel of his tactical pants hitting against his thighs as he stroked him with short, hard hits took his breath away. James’s balls bounced back and forth as his cock hit against his abdomen. Layton spanked his ass as he fucked him. They slid across the bed and his head eventually hit against the headboard. With each hit of his Dom’s hips, it sent his head tapping against the headboard. It felt so good to have his Dom drill him with his cock.
“You will not call me home from work to fuck you ever again.”
James moaned. “What if I need you?”
“You will only call if it’s an emergency.”
“This is!”
Layton squeezed his ass, proving he was the one who was in control of what happened between them. He reached between James’s legs and gave his balls a caressing squeeze. Harder than anyone had ever dared to touch him before. The pressure felt so good on his cock that he almost shot his spunk across his clean sheets.
James couldn’t think of a better way to get Layton so riled. In fact, he couldn’t wait for Layton to go to work tomorrow. He wanted to give him the call to fuck him. Layton leaned down across his back, flattening his body to the bed. His Dom wrapped one of his hands around the front of his neck, giving it a tight sensual squeeze that made James want to shoot his jizz across his sheets. Layton continued to massage his pulsating cock and his balls. Before he could stop it from happening, James’s orgasm spun up from his balls, making his entire body and face twist up in pleasure.
“I’m coming! Oh, God! I’m coming,” James said.
“Oh fuck!”
Layton rolled up his hips, getting on his knees as he fucked James across the bed. Layton cried out as his orgasm tore him apart. His Dom shot his spunk deep within James’s ass. Layton groaned as he slipped his dick from his ass. The sound of keys jingled as Layton released him from the cuffs. James rolled over as Layton slid into bed next to him.
“Hi,” James said.
“Hey. So, we’re good?”
“I think we are good together.”
“We are.”
James sat up on his elbow. “I’m sorry about yesterday.”
“Don’t be. I didn’t explain how I was feeling to you very well.” Layton smoothed his hand over his neck, bringing his lips in close for a seductive kiss. “I should get back to work.”
“You should.”
“You’re coming to my house tonight,” Layton said.
“I am?”
“Sub.”
“Yes, Sir?”
“I like the sound of ‘sir’ on your lips. You will call me ‘sir’ when we are together from now on.”
“Yes, Sir.”
James looked up at his Dom as he slipped from the bed, heading to the bathroom. From his vantage point, he could see Layton clean his big cock off in the sink with fresh soap and water. He dried off with a clean towel and came back into the bedroom. He went to adjust his cock back into his pants and to put his belt back on.
“Don’t play with me, sub.”
The warning was like a spank to his ass. He liked the way his Dom looked at him and talked to him. He loved the way he took control with one simple look. He loved that hard cop look he gave him when they were chatting. “I’m not playing, Sir.”
“Good. I wouldn’t want to have to punish you again.”
With that, Layton turned and headed out. James dropped back on the bed with a big grin brightening his face. James felt deliciously used by Layton. He’d never been with anyone who made him feel like a whole man. Sex with Lay didn’t even compare to anything he’d ever experienced with a woman. Their coupling was frantic and out of control and sensual as hell. James wanted to experience romance with Layton, too. He wanted to go to the movies and hold hands. He wanted to wake up on Saturday mornings and have a lazy day with his lover. He wanted to have a bath with his Dom. He wanted to be held during a thunderstorm by him. He wanted all those things and so much more.
He didn’t want to just be fucking. He was in love and didn’t plan on going back anytime soon. He wanted this feeling to last forever but he knew that it wouldn’t. Lust faded and love waned over time. James felt his happy high mellow as he thought about how heartbroken he would be if Layton left him. What would he do if he walked away from him and never looked back? Either Layton would eventually come around or he wouldn’t. Until then, he would secretly love his Dom and be exactly what he needed to be in the bedroom until he won his heart. If he didn’t win his heart, James wasn’t sure what he was going to do. He’d cross that bridge when he got there.
* * * *
The rest of his shift flew by fast. Layton went to the locker room to shower and change. All he could think about was the way James had crossed the line with him in that shower just one day ago. Their relationship was building faster than anything he’d ever experienced before. He drove home hoping that James was there waiting for him. His headlights cut across the front porch as he came to a stop. That dark Wrangler was parked in the drive. A sigh of relief moved through Layton when he realized that he was afraid James wouldn’t show.
James opened the door before he could. He practically jumped in his arms, kissing him thoroughly. When their lips broke away, Lay felt his heart beat a little bit faster when he caught James smiling at him.
“Miss me?” Layton asked.
“Terribly.”
Hot hands caressed his palms as James pulled him into the house. “How about a late dinner and a movie?”
The offer surprised Layton. His subs didn’t normally want a life outside the bedroom with him. “A movie and dinner sounds great. You want to grab a pizza beforehand?”
“Pizza sounds great. I’m ready to go whenever you are,” James said.
“I’m ready.”
They headed out to James’s Jeep but Layton indicated the garage where he was opening the old style sliding doors. “We’ll take my bike.”
“Okay.”
“Have you ever ridden before?” Layton asked.
“Never.”
Layton handed him a helmet. “Just hang on tight. I promise to go slow.”
“Thanks.”
Layton fired up his Harley after James got on and slid in tight. He felt his hands come under his leather jacket and over his waist, holding on tight. He took off into the night heading to the only mom-and-pop pizza place outside of town. The place was packed for a Friday night. They got the last booth in the back by the kitchen and restrooms. Pots and pans banged and the kitchen staff chatted in broken English as they worked. Their waitress brought them some menus.
“What do you like?” Lay asked.
“Everything.”
A smiled turned up Layton’s lips. “I know you do. How about the veggie lover?”
“Sounds good.”
They ordered the veggie sans the onion. When they were finally alone with their drinks, Lay slouched comfortably into the booth. “So tell me about what you do now that you’ve moved on from District Four.”
“I’m still there in an unofficial capacity.”
“Yeah?”
“I’m working with IA. They needed the help.”
Layton nodded. “I didn’t take you for the type of guy to work with IA.”
“I normally don’t but Rask asked me to stay on for a little while since I know how everything works. He needed someone on the inside he could trust.”
Beneath the tab
le, Lay’s knees brushed against his sub’s. Their eyes locked and Jim smiled in that sweet shy way that he absolutely loved. Their pizza arrived and they ate fast since they were crunched on time to get to the movie. After they ate, they rode across the street to the theater. James was a bit nervous as they bought their tickets. Everyone was coupled up or with friends as they headed into the theater. Layton went up to the back row. They took a seat just as the house lights went down and the opening credits started to roll.
Layton reached out, slipping his hand over James’s. In response, James moved his leg over to rub against his. It felt so sweet and right. As the action movie started, Lay glanced at James. His profile was hard and chiseled. He looked like one of those rugged high fashion models who belonged on assignment with a camera crew following behind. His sons were as good looking as he was but they didn’t have the charisma that caught Lay’s interest. Out of the corner of his eye, James saw him watching and smiled, glancing over.
Not caring who saw them, Layton leaned over and brushed his lips against his ear. “I’m going to tie you up when we get home and fuck you until you scream my name.”
James’s face twisted up as though he were having one of those high-octane orgasms that got Lay off, too. Just the thought of his sub shooting his spunk made him hard and had him losing his interest in the movie. Still, he looked away, taking a deep breath to regain control. The movie raced by and before he knew what was happening, the theater cleared out and they were finally alone. Layton leaned over and gave James a possessive kiss.
“Let’s go,” Layton said.
Instead of going back through the theater, they headed out the back exit to his bike. Without a word, Layton got on and started the bike. James slipped on his helmet and his hands held on tight. Lay drove the ten minutes home, all the while thinking about the climbing cord he was going to run over his bed to tie James’s arms and ankles up to exposed that tight rim he liked sinking his dick into.