He slides his hand up under my shirt and grazes my nipple. I don’t make a noise but it takes effort. He finds the gap my loose jeans make in front of my hip, and dips his fingers in. Pause. Hitched breath—his, or is it ours? I’m not sure. Now Sheriff Wells knows I’m bare tonight. Warmth radiates along my shaft, but the touch he’s threatening doesn’t come. I ache for it, but he doesn’t move a fraction of an inch closer.
“No one likes to waste money on traffic tickets.” I try to sound cocky as I say it, but it comes out a bit too breathless to pull it off.
“Turn around.” I do.
I’m standing, waiting for whatever he’s decided will happen next, when he says, “Last time you didn’t pay, you had those late fees and I had to see you about getting caught up.”
I don’t even answer. He’ll collect, it’s as inevitable as day chasing night. Or, more accurately, sunshine stalking darkness. I take a deep breath, but I’m no calmer, the thud of my heart inmy chest picking up speed. I look up and away at the stars in the far distance.
“Why can’t you just follow the rules, Lachlan?”
He steps into my space with force and presses his heavy body into mine, I take a few steps to the side, moving toward his patrol car. Then he grabs me, torquing my arm behind my back with some sort of two-handed cop ninja trick that lets him manhandle me. He pushes me toward his car, shoving my ass against it before closing the distance between us. Heat is pouring off him. He traces a fingertip over my jawline, brushing over my stubble.
I keep looking away until he grips my chin and claims my gaze. “Why do I constantly have to keep you in line?”
He presses into me again, harder, but pushes me against the car so I can’t move away. He leads with his hips not his hands, grinding and shifting his cock against mine. He gasps when our bodies meet and I know the second he’s in on my other secret; I’m so stiff that the zipper of my jeans is digging in, the pressure intense and heady.
He tries to kiss me, but I evade, his lips landing on the corner of my mouth.
“No, don’t kiss me.” I turn my face away.
“Look at me!” he orders, one hand fisting my hair and the other holding my hip, and I do. The domineering tone ratchets up my need. His blue eyes are stormy, and his pupils are dilated when he speaks. “You’re going to lick me. You’re going to wrap those beautiful lips around me. Show me how good you are on your knees, Doctor Sterling.”
“I’d rather lick the little stink biscuit that lives in the bottom of a urinal at the truck stop and then get on my knees and start cleaning the floor underneath it with my tongue than…”
He pulls me closer, his hands strong and fast, then kisses me hard. Palming the back of my neck, his lips are on mine, silencing me. He pulls harder on my hair until I open my mouthto gasp with the pain, when I do, his tongue moves in to tangle with mine.
There’s a sharp sting when he uses a handful of my hair and a hand snug around my throat to shove me down to my knees on the asphalt. He pulls me closer to his bulge.
“We’re done pretending, Lachlan. Done. Don’t worry, I won’t tell a soul how much you love it when I use you.”
I hesitate, looking for the headlights from earlier, but they’re gone. No one is going to stumble onto us and make this stop. The button on his uniform pants is metal, decorative, and it takes both of my trembling hands to work it free.
“That’s it, Lachlan. Get my cock out, taste me.” I draw in a deep breath, then I unzip his pants one slow inch at a time before spreading his fly open. His black boxer briefs are bulging, and I will myself to remain silent as I tug them down and pull out his rigid length. He must have been watching for me for a while, the wet spot on the fabric tells the story. He’s been there waiting, planning to use me like this. “I want to feel you sucking every inch of me and swallowing, trying to get more down your throat.”
I don’t try to turn licking him into a work of art, I start at the base and tongue my way up to the head, then I open wide and let him take what he wants. He wastes no time, he fills me until I have to make an effort to breathe. My throat is so full of him. He slides deeper until I’m buried into his coarse trimmed hair, the scent of his musk and soap filling me with every breath I take. I get salt from his skin with his flavor and my eyes water when he starts to push-pull with my mouth. Every time he pulls back I want to get back to the heady scent that is unique to him.
“That’s it. We can’t have you getting out of practice, we have to make sure your roadside head game is dialed in at all times.”
He’s in control, holding my face, keeping my mouth where he wants me. I’m expecting him to go harder but he starts caressingmy cheek while he fucks my mouth. I open my eyes in surprise at the sudden gentleness. He cups the back of my head with one hand, while he tugs my hair for leverage, but there is no sting, just his fingers caressing.
When he can’t slide any deeper I look up at him and he moans when we lock eyes. I can’t parse out all the emotions there. He talks to me like an adored boyfriend, but we both know I’m not. He’s whispering sexy little snippets on every jagged breath, like lovers, like he knows I crave his praise like oxygen.
“You look so fucking good.” Breath. “I love seeing your swollen lips wrapped around me.” A ragged pant. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful sucking my cock.” A moan and a little extra hip thrust makes me take more of him until I gasp for breaths between deep slides.
He’s starting to pound into me like a beast, sweet nothings and smut tumbling out with each ragged draw of air. I gag, but keep sucking as hard and as deep as I can. “Lachlan, no one does this like you.” A shallow pant slips out of him. “You’re the best I’ve ever had.”
I make a sound of protest and he laughs. “You’re my favorite hole to fuck, do you know that?”
I don’t even try to respond, just keep sucking while he talks me through it.
“That’s it, I know you can take all of it, I’ve given you lots of practice. Show me how you like to use your tongue on me.”
I close my eyes and try to relax my throat as he moves his hand to the back of my head, cradling it while I prove over and over that I can take his length.
“Seeing those big green eyes and your lips tight around my cock makes me want to come in you. I fucking love seeing you on your knees for me, taking all of me. You try so hard to be good but I know what you really are.”
I surrender. I give him what he wants—I look up at him while he’s deep enough to make me focus on taking in air through my nose every time he withdraws.
