“Stop, now” came a slightly accented yet amused voice. “Hooooly fuck, no one thought they’d catch this. You’re a brave arsehole, aren’t you, Midberry? Hope you got yourself a decent lawyer.” My fuck-blissed brain supplied that he sounded British—how odd—before the fact that I was screwed burst to the forefront of my mind. I bent forward with my arms out. I didn’t know what the hell I thought I would do. Protect Stormy?
All at once my cock was swinging, cold and lonely, and Stormy stood in front of me, blockingmefrom view as the two cops made their way up the stairs to the landing directly in front of us. I struggled to get my cock in my suit pants and it wasn’t fucking pleasant. I winced and shoved my still-happy dick down along my leg just so I could get my zipper closed without cutting the damned thing off.
“Get your hands off me!” Stormy shrieked before anyone even touched him. I winced, but the startled cops stopped in their tracks.
“Were you aware this is a known prostitute?” The cop without the charming accent sounded meaner than his buddy, a blond with wide shoulders, and I wanted to do something drastic as he dragged poor Stormy across the landing from me and slammed his front against the wall.
“If you hurt him, I’ll make sure you lose your fucking job,” I snarled.
“You’re not in a position to be making those sorts of remarks at the moment, I’d wager,” said the blond cop—who looked very familiar now that I was paying attention to him. I glanced upward and tried to decide if I was fit enough to outrun him and barricade myself in my office.Nah, probably not.And besides, I wouldn’t want to leave Stormy alone.
“Hey, did you bust that sex trafficking ring?” I pointed at the blond cop as my mind mostly surfaced from my sex buzz.
He grinned. “I did. You gave me an award and everything.”
“Officer Paxton?”
For a moment he seemed pleased that I’d remembered him. He sighed and glanced over his shoulder at Stormy, who was cursing a blue streak—“This is the last fucking time I ignore my horoscope!”—while using his foot to attempt to nudge away the cop trying to snag his slippery wrist in one side of a pair of cuffs.
“Yes,” Officer Paxton said with a wry twist of his lips. “Now I have the dubious pleasure of taking you in.”
“I… don’t suppose there’s any way we could avoid all of that?” I twiddled my fingers out to the side. “Let me go with a warning or something? You couldn’t even see my dick. I know for a fact it was completely out of view when you burst in here, to this very private space.”
Officer Paxton snorted out a laugh. “Maybe under happier circumstances, sir, you might have discovered an easier time of weaseling your way out of this incident, but—” He turned and gestured toward a spot on the underside of the stairwell above us. At first I didn’t see what he was pointing at, but then the gleam of a lens gave me a saucy wink in the light as I shifted more toward where Officer Paxton was standing.
I groaned. “Is that… a camera?”
“Yes, indeed.”
“When the hell did they put that in!?” If I knocked my head against the wall hard enough, was there a chance I could put myself out of my misery? Fuck, I wasn’t that lucky.
“Ross and I are fuck buddies,” Stormy said as the other cop finally managed to snap the cuffs on him, glaring as he was spun around. It was bad that I liked the view. His jeans had rips in them that put his hairless, lotioned to silky brilliance skin on display, and his nipples popped under the thin mesh of his long-sleeved black shirt. “And I won’t say any different. Consensual fuck buddies.”
Officer Paxton shook his head. “That might have been true, except that the city hall security officers have the mayor here passing you money. They showed us a recording from earlier in the week before we came up here.” At least Paxton didn’t appear entirely happy about doing his job right now, but that wasn’t very comforting.
Stormy winced. “It’s for my rent. He’s lending me money. Is that illegal now?”
“And then you decided to blow him?” The cop at Stormy’s back jerked viciously on his restrained arms, and I wanted to yell, but Paxton held out a hand and the cop backed down.
“Well, I’m fucking grateful. Why wouldn’t I?” Stormy snarked, and I couldn’t help it, I laughed.
Officer Paxton took the cuffs from his utility belt and held them up in my direction.
“Could you… not? Please? We’ll go to your station and get this sorted out, sure, but let me walk out with you?” My stomach tightened at the gleaming silver. This whole scenario was far too close to some of my favorite jerk-off fantasies. Stormy, hot cops, cuffs. I gave myself a shake.
Paxton glanced at his partner, who seemed like one of those people who was permanently in a bad fucking mood. “Sorry, sir. I have my opinions about these sorts of things, and the sex trade in general, but the law’s the law. Hold out your hands. I’ll let you keep ’em in front since you’re not fighting me.”
The only win in all of this was that my cock had finally begun to wilt. I stuck my hands out, heart racing, my stomach plummeting. How in the fuck would I make this go away? Maybe if I talked to the right people…. The cuffs snapped around my wrists and I wasn’t prepared for the way the cold metal felt on my skin, or the little tug Officer Paxton gave the chain that held the shackles together. I jerked my hands apart and the metal was really fucking snug. Didn’t give at all.
And then, I glanced over and saw Stormy, his hands behind his back. All I could think about was him cuffed under me while these burly cops watched me fuck him. Maybe they would egg us on to fuck because we were their prisoners—for their entertainment. The dirty scenario spun out fast through my mind and I winced as my hard-on blazed back to life and struggled against my suit pants.What if they made Stormy cuff and fuck me?My cock got so full it ached and there was no hiding my bulge.
Stormy’s thirsty gaze skated down to my groin. He licked his lips and smirked at me.
“Damn it, you’re the best, Stormy.”
“Oh, Ross….” He sighed and shook his head, but amusement danced in his eyes.
Officer Paxton cleared his throat and a smile threatened to take over his face before he frowned, but his eyes still twinkled. “It happens… from what I understand.” He didn’t say what “it” was, exactly, but we were all men and none of us were stupid. Or blind.Fucking fuck, poor timing, Dickzilla.
