“Didn’t need to,” I said.
Some silence passed, and then his voice softened a little. “I’m proud of you, Hollis.”
I scoffed immediately out of reflex. Old habit, and easier than sitting with it.
“Don’t start,” I muttered, shaking him off, but it didn’t land the same here. Not in this space.
Not with him standing close enough that I didn’t have to perform anything.
He smiled slightly. “You act like that doesn’t matter, but it truly does. I am so fucking proud of you, my sweet boy. Congratulations.”
I looked at him then.
Really looked.
Not like I looked at people at work. Not assessing. Not measuring threat, compliance, or intent.
Just…looked at him.
That was always the problem with Allen. He didn’t ask for anything I didn’t already give when no one else was watching.
My hand came up before I’d decided against it, settling at the back of his neck where it belonged. My grip was firm and controlled. Familiar, but gentle, and not as rough as I craved. Allen was fragile. I couldn’t break him.
I’d have nothing left.
“Careful,” I said quietly, my cock already thickening at the flush on his cheeks. “You know howI like your praise.”
He didn’t move away and didn’t hesitate to accept my harsh kiss.
That alone said enough.
His moans slipped into my mouth, and I let the sound guide my hand to his crotch, pulling his cock out of his scrub pants and giving it some pulls.
“You make me crazy, you crazy cop.”
I grinned at that and stroked him harder.
“Good.”
My knees were used to the bite of the ground, and it was a ritual of ours. I fell to the floor and took his thickness in my mouth, getting him nice and hard for my ass.
“Mmm fuck. Fuck me, Allen. I need this cock.”
The masks slipped little by little when he kissed my back, getting behind me and bending me over the countertop.
It was always a thrill and a rush of fear, waiting to be impaled by that thing between his legs.
“Fucking do it.” I barked, feeling the length of him press up against me through my pants. “I can’t handle this tease. Fucking do it.”
Allen laughed and continued the light trail of kisses down my back as he stripped me of my clothes.
I hated being naked. Nothing felt more vulnerable, but I had to do it for him.
Gritting my teeth, I watched my pants and shirt fall to my feet. I couldn’t see him, but when I looked between my legs, I could see his cock bouncing behind me, even as his fingers started roughly to work me open.
“Allen. Fuck.”
Finally, his thick head was right there where I needed it. I groaned and held onto the sides of the counter.
