He cursed up to the moon and stars, bucking against me, greedy for it in a way that made my ego sit up and beg. He was so fucking responsive, his nerves firing under every touch, his skin pimpling at every invasion, and by the time I had him nice and open for me, he was panting in anticipation. I released him and spread his cheeks, admiring my work before notching the head of my cock against the slightly stretched opening.
“Please,” he begged, the desperate edge to his voice a siren call.
I pushed inside, slow and insistent. He moaned, and for a moment, I zoomed out, as if I could see from the ceiling, looking at the way my body draped over his, the way I was dirty fucking him in the same bathroom where I’d learned to masturbate.
Yeah… nothing about this was right. I knew it and so did he.
And that made it hotter than anything else.
I bottomed out inside his perfect ass, soaking in his pleasured sounds. I wrapped one hand around his neck again, and with the other, gripped his cock as I pistoned into him.
“Fucking hell, you’ve got a tight ass.”
“That’s your fault,” he said, rolling his hips back. “Haven’t had sex in over a year because of you.”
I laughed and sucked deep kisses up and down his neck as I stroked him in time with each thrust.
“Coming,” he choked out as I twisted his foreskin over the crown of his cock.
His inarticulate sounds and the insane squeeze of his body had me right there with him. He came on a ragged shout, his cum hitting the wall beneath the window. I groaned, spilling into him, my body a shock of pleasure and wrongness. Spurt after spurt, I came as though I was the one who hadn’t had sex in a year.
Given the problems in my marriage, that wasn’t too far off the mark.
All of it, the stress of the job, the divorce, the not knowing where I was going next in my life…It all went up in smoke. I came so hard that my knees weakened and my hand landed on the windowsill outside of his as I held us both up.
We were silent, save for the heavy breathing that seemed to fill the small space, and I blinked back to reality far too quickly.
Before I could spiral, however, he reached back and patted my shoulder. “Maybe it was the forced celibacy speaking, but this was even better than I’d imagined it would be,” he said, his grin visible in the dark mirror of the window. “And I imagined it a lot, Detective.”
I thrust inside him, reveling in the hot sticky mess of my cum. “You imagined this?”
“So many times.” He pulsed around my cock. “Almost as many times as I dreamed about gutting you like a fish.”
The idea of a prisoner jacking off to the thought of me, then wantingto kill me, should disturb me. At the very least, it should send up a flag of some kind. But that flag could be on fire, and I wouldn’t notice it for the pulsing clench trapping me inside him.
We stayed there for longer than seemed reasonable for our situation, but I couldn’t force myself to pull out of his body until I softened enough that I had to grab the condom. Only then did I finally allow myself freedom from his heat. I tied off the condom and tossed it into the tiny trash can next to the toilet. Jesse leaned forward, resting his head on the windowsill, still breathing heavily.
“You all right?”
He chuckled. “You surprised me, Rafferty. You’re a hard ass, but…Would you shoot me if I said that you’re kind of a softy too?”
“There wasn’t anything soft about what we just did,” I grumped, grabbing a wad of tissue to clean up the mess on the wall. I tossed the tissues in the bowl, then grimaced when I noticed he’d started to shiver again. “Shit. We need to get you into some dry clothes.”
“Nope. Not a softy at all,” he teased.
I rolled my eyes at him, then stroked my beard. “You’re about the size of my grandfather, and I haven’t cleaned out his side of the closet yet.”
“Not to be picky, or whatever, but can I ask about the kind of fashion sense your grandfather brought to the table?”
“Think Rat Pack meets mall walker.”
“I can work with that.”
I put my sweats back on, then grabbed the Dopp kit and gestured to the hallway. “Let’s go shopping in my grandfather’s closet, shall we?”
8
JESSE
