Snorting softly, I closed the distance between us, hesitating when we both tilted our heads in the same direction...then again. Huffing, I held my head still, scowling when he laughed and did the same. After a couple of heartbeats, he slowly tilted his head in the other direction, finally allowing us to close the distance.
Our lips met, and I felt him lean closer, his fingers twining around my hands and pushing them against my chest. I could taste the smallest trace of tequila on his tongue when it slid across my bottom lip before my mouth parted to let him in. With my free hand, I reached up to grab the back of his neck and pull him closer, deepening the kiss.
It was the first kiss I’d had in...God, I couldn’t even remember how long it had been for me. A few years? Some dive bar a few hours out from Fairlake, where I’d hoped to find some companionship for the night, ended up drunk and having a strange woman who had straddled my lap shove her tongue down my throat. That kiss had been nothing compared to this one, which was trailing a brand of fire from my lips all the way down to my groin.
Ethan’s free hand slid down my front, his fingers pressing against the fabric of my shirt just enough that I was sure he was inspecting my body through my clothes. I only had a moment of hesitation. While I was in better shape than most of my peers, I knew I didn’t measure up to most of the men and women he’d been with.
If there were any complaints on his part, he kept them to himself as his fingers slid down to rest on my groin. A low grunt escaped me when I felt his fingers curl around the hard outline of my dick, squeezing it and stroking firmly through the thick fabric of my pants.
“And there’s me being right again,” he chuckled against my mouth.
Not that I was impressive in terms of size, but I didn’t consider myself lacking either. “You never did tell me how you knew.”
“Those pants don’t exactly cover things up,” he snorted, nipping gently at my bottom lip.
I snorted, following his lips before he could get too far away. “Then I suppose we should probably do something about it.”
“Nice to see you know when to throw shyness out the window,” he chuckled.
“I blame it on a certain bad influence.”
“Funny, you’re not the first person to say that.”
“I wonder why.”
It was only then I realized he’d already managed to undo the button and zipper of my uniform pants, and all without me noticing the smooth way his hands moved. It wasn’t the time or place, but the way he kept me distracted while he fiddled with my pants reminded me of how pickpockets worked. That it meant he had probably learned exactly those skills was no surprise, but neither was it a surprise he was using them in a sexual context.
But as I felt his hand slide under the waistband of my underwear, I decided we could address his possibly criminal fingers later.
The brush of his fingers across the sensitive skin of my cock brought my breathing to a near shuddering stop as he slid them to the base, wrapping them around carefully to extract me from my clothes. The outside air was cool, but his skin burned hot as he stroked me slowly. I had to force myself to take a deep, slow breath as he continued to grip me, moving slowly as he bent forward to nip and lick at the base of my neck.
“Ethan,” I said softly in warning.
“No marks,” he snorted. “I know.”
It wasn’t what I had been preparing to say, but after I made sense of his words, I grunted in affirmation. The last thing I needed was to have lingering marks on my neck when I went back into the precinct. Even if most of the officers had the sense to keep their questions and opinions to themselves, I didn’t need them whispering behind my back.
My attention snapped back to reality when Ethan slid off the swing. I watched, heart hammering, as he slid to his knees before me, his hand still wrapped around the base to pull my dick toward him. At this angle, the moonlight bathed his face, and I could see the eagerness in his features as he leaned forward. We had barely started, and I could already feel a tightening in my gut, signaling that I probably wouldn’t last long.
“It’s been...a while,” I warned him.
His smirk sent another jolt of arousal to my groin. “I wasn’t exactly intent on a marathon session.”
What he was intent on became immediately obvious as he leaned forward, and I watched as his lips wrapped around me. My eyes fluttered at the wet warmth surrounding the head of my cock, and my body tensed at the pleasant sensation. I was almost amused at how slowly he worked his mouth down my shaft, jerking in surprised pleasure when his tongue massaged the underside of the head.
Without thinking, I ran my hand through his hair, gripping tight when he reached the base and began flexing his throat muscles to draw out a low groan of pleasure from me. Ethan pulled away quickly as I felt his throat muscles spasm, probably in protest of what he was doing. Gag reflex or no, it didn’t stop him from sliding down once more, taking me to the base again.
There was no doubt in my mind Ethan was thoroughly enjoying himself as he began to work up a rhythm now he’d managed to lube me up, steadily building speed. His enthusiasm was intoxicating as he sank to the root once more, only to let out a deep groan that reverberated up the length of my dick. I couldn’t help but let out a helpless noise as he resumed his bobbing, his hand jerking me off as he worked his lips.
My earlier prediction was quickly becoming a reality as I felt the muscles in my legs tighten, my gut filling with warmth and anticipation. Despite the breathless state he was leaving me in, I managed to gasp out what I hoped was a sufficient warning. I wasn’t surprised when Ethan didn’t hesitate to continue what he was doing. If anything, there was a renewed enthusiasm for what he was doing, as if desperate for what would happen.
Not caring that one of the neighbors, even at this hour, could be outside, I groaned loudly as my orgasm erupted. Pleasure rocketed through me, reverberating as I felt my cock jerk in Ethan’s mouth. In turn, he bowed forward, running his tongue rapidly on the underside of the head and bringing out another jerk of pleasure as I poured into his mouth. Ethan was as enthusiastic to swallow me down as he had been before, and I could only watch helplessly as he held me in his mouth until every last drop had been swallowed.
Only when he drew away before I grew too sensitive did I realize what his other hand had been doing. Hand pumping his own dick, he stood up, and before I could understand what he was doing, he turned and slid onto my lap, sitting down carefully so he could lean back against my chest. I was still lightheaded from my orgasm, but I didn’t waste any time reaching around him, budging his hand out of the way, and taking him in my own.
He was impossibly hard in my hand, throbbing with each beat of his heart as I began to jerk him off, trying to replicate the way he’d been doing it himself a moment before. He stiffened against me, pushing into my grip, which I considered a good sign. His breathing shook, and I could feel his legs flexing as he gave another thrust into my hand. Unlike me, it seemed he leaked profusely the more he was aroused, making the movement of my hand even smoother.
Despite my orgasm only seconds before, I found myself obsessed with the quiet sounds slipping out of him. I didn’t know if he was being mindful of being outside and the risk of being overheard or if he was always so quiet. The guttural groans and sharp grunts of pleasure coming from him were still intoxicating, and I wondered what he would sound like while I was inside him or him inside me.
“Trevor,” he grunted, nearly growling my name as his hips gave a heavier twitch.
As he had done with me earlier, I maintained my pace, holding onto his hip with my other hand to keep him steady. All I needed was for him to sit there and not worry about falling off my lap as I jerked him off.
I felt the moment his orgasm rose as his body went wire tight, pressing against me as his hips finally stopped thrusting and simply shuddered. Warmth pooled over my hand and arm as he shot hard, groaning heavily as his orgasm finally overtook him. His head fell back onto my shoulder as he pressed hard into my hand and breathed deeply several times before the strength in his body disappeared as quickly as strings on a puppet being cut.
His breathing was still ragged as he leaned back, comfortable and boneless. I continued holding him against me, letting go of his softening dick to let him have some peace. I didn’t measure how long it took before he stirred to life, pushing himself forward with a chuckle.
“Well, that was fun,” he snickered, standing up and pulling his pants back up.
“Before, I would’ve questioned your idea of fun, but I think we’ve finally found something we can agree on,” I said softly, trying to adjust my pants without getting anything on them.
“Oh, hold on a sec,” he grunted as he watched me and disappeared into the house for a few seconds before reappearing with a paper towel. “This would probably help.”
“Could have saved us the trouble and the waste if you had just let me swallow it,” I told him wryly before accepting the paper towel.
“True, but I wanted to feel your body while I got off,” he said with a shrug. “It’s a pretty damn good body.”
I snorted, balling up the paper in my hand once I was clean. “Thanks. You have to work twice as hard for about half the results at my age.”
“Yeah, you’re positively ancient,” he said with enough sarcasm I was surprised it didn’t physically manifest around us.
“You wait,” I told him, pushing off the swing slowly to arch my back and stretch the muscles that had tried their best to bunch up while I was sitting down. “You’ll see.”

 


The main room was quiet for the most part as the few still left on the evening shift went about whatever they were doing. I wasn’t surprised to find out Ira was right. The door was still closed, and I let myself in.
Trevor’s head jerked up from frowning down at his desk, only to frown at me as I grinned, adjusting the shoulder bag I carried before closing the door quietly behind me. I could see the irritation practically etched into his features as he listened to whoever was on the phone with him, and the tension in his shoulders could have held up a bridge on its own.
“I understand that, Bart,” Trevor said calmly between clenched teeth as he waved almost dismissively at me. “But by all accounts, it is going to be both of our problems very soon. You think it won’t become yours if you just sit around and let me deal with it?”
“Ah,” I said softly, careful not to make too much noise as I set my bag in a free space on his desk. That, of course, earned me another dirty look, which I promptly ignored, flipping the bag open and leaving it that way as I circled the desk.
Despite his clear annoyance and attempt to make me go somewhere else, Trevor’s eyes tracked me as I grew closer. I could hear the other man on the line, though I couldn’t understand the words. From what I could make out, he sounded smugger than someone should, and that, more than anything, was probably the source of Trevor’s bad mood.
Which was obvious from not only his face but his disheveled appearance. The top buttons of his shirt were undone to expose his undershirt and some of the hairs from his chest. His short hair was a mess like he’d been running his hands through it in frustration. I probably shouldn’t have found it attractive, but even if it was because he was annoyed, it did give him a freshly fucked look.
Which gave me just enough of an idea as to how to help him feel better.
Trevor grunted when I gently took the back of his chair and twisted it, slowly making him face me. His brow furrowed as I finally stood looking him over as the other voice on the line continued talking. Trevor shot me a look that was still annoyed but wondering what I was doing, his brow somehow managing to dip deeper when I slowly slid to my knees.
His eyes widened as I inched closer, and he covered the mouthpiece to hiss at me, “Don’t you dare!”
When he didn’t do much more, I reached forward, smirking when he gave another warning growl. He seemed to have forgotten that I knew him well enough to know that unless he actually smacked my hands away, he wasn’t interested in stopping me. I could see the way his eyes tracked my hands as they undid the buttons of his pants and slowly unzipped them. I reached into his underwear without hesitation, pulling out his half-hard cock.
Trevor gave another grunt. “Bart, there’s a time and place for this political backbiting. Don’t sit there and pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about. They’re in the woods of our towns for God’s sake!”
I leaned forward, taking the head between my lips and running my tongue back and forth on the underside. Trevor’s body jerked at the sudden sensation, and he shot me a sharp look as he strained to listen to the conversation. Since he still hadn’t tried to stop me and had grown hard in record time, I was going to work under the assumption that I was doing exactly what I needed to do.
“It’s...it’s a matter of public...safety,” Trevor spat into the phone as I felt his legs tremble. That might have been because I was steadily working him into my throat, taking him as deep as possible to feel each throb of his shaft. Deep throating had never been my specialty, but having his dick sit in my throat was enough to drive Trevor crazy. “And this...circling around the bush is just giving more time for...no! This has nothing to do with…Christ, Bart, you think too much about your position and not what you’re—”
That last interruption had been my fault as I began to bob in earnest, trying to take him as deep into my throat as possible every time. He was as big a fan of vigorous sex as I was, and that was true even for blowjobs. His free hand gripped the arm of the chair hard enough that his knuckles were growing white. I knew I was only making it worse when I let out a soft moan of appreciation as the taste of him finally leaked onto my tongue.
If the look on his face was any indication, I was about to be in trouble very soon.
That didn’t stop me from continuing, however, and I bobbed my head, not worried if the messy noise of my mouth was heard over the phone. For his part, Trevor was pressing himself against the back of his chair, probably trying to focus on whatever the other chief was saying, but I didn’t think he was succeeding all that well. His breathing came in short bursts, and I wondered if that was from the exertion of keeping himself in control or because he was close.
“Fine,” Trevor finally snapped. “I’ll deal with this in my own way. Just bear this conversation in mind when you need help cleaning up a mess that you made...again.”
He slammed the phone down hard enough that I thought it was a miracle the plastic didn’t crack. Trevor pulled me off him, only to yank me upward and kiss me fiercely. His fingers dug into my skull as he held me tight, groaning into the kiss as I felt his dick throb against my hand.
Before I could do more than chuckle, I was spun around and all but slammed onto the desk. Just enough of my waist hung over the edge so he could loop his hand around and undo my pants, roughly yanking my jeans and underwear off.
He leaned over and rooted through the bag, making me chuckle. “I guess someone knows what I was up to.”
“Wasn’t hard to guess when you stuck my dick in your mouth,” he said, giving my ass a hard enough slap that I knew damn well there was a red mark.
“Hey!” I protested, trying to squirm only to be held in place again. “You looked like you needed a little loosening up.”
“Hope you’re loosened up,” he growled at me as I heard the condom wrapper open.
The ‘threat’ was enough to send a shiver down my spine as I heard the distinct sound of lube being applied hastily before I felt the cool touch of his covered dick press against me. I hadn’t actually thought this through thoroughly, otherwise, I might have prepped myself a bit in anticipation of the consequences of my actions. Not that I didn’t think I could take it, but I also knew I would end up quite tender for the rest of the night if I let this happen.
Well, any argument I might have had was halted immediately when I felt him begin to press forward. Without prep, there was a noticeable resistance between my body and his dick before I finally took a deep breath and willed my body to relax. Which worked right up until the moment the thick head breached me, and my arms shot out to grab the edge of the desk in a mad scramble for something to hold onto. My forehead thumped against the desktop as the burning radiated up my ass, and Trevor inched his way in.
It wasn’t the most pleasant of entries I’d ever had, but at no point did I try to stop him. It burned like hell, but some part of me savored this sudden surge of power and control on his part. The same part that loved when he manhandled or pinned me or the part who enjoyed when he started barking orders. Even as it stung like a bitch, I savored the feeling of him filling me up.
I could only be thankful that he took a moment to let me adjust after he’d sheathed himself fully inside me. Despite having been fucked by him several times, this was still the fullest I’d ever felt with him. I could only lay there, panting against the desk before groaning when I felt him pull almost completely out. There was still plenty of resistance from my body when he pushed back inside my ass, but the burn was accompanied by the tingle of pleasure.
It was then I remembered we were in the police precinct, and the only thing preventing us from being discovered was a closed door that could be opened at any time. Hell, if we made enough noise, the thick door wouldn’t be enough to block the sound. Just yards away from us, his officers were working, having no idea their boss was currently balls deep inside me, and the thought almost made me come right then and there.
Trevor wasn’t done, however, and began thrusting into me in earnest. At the first slap of skin meeting skin, I felt him rummage about though I couldn’t see what he was doing since he kept me pinned to the desk. I laughed softly when I felt what seemed to be a shirt draped over each side of my ass, apparently meant to cushion any noise. My laugh choked when he gave another hard thrust, and this time there was no sound from our bodies meeting.
It lasted only a few seconds, but Trevor managed to fuck me so hard that he started inching the desk across the floor. It was the first time I’d ever felt an ache forming while we were having sex, but it mingled so well with the constant barrage of pleasure that I didn’t mind in the slightest. If anything, I had to fight to stay as quiet as possible while he softly grunted behind me. I couldn’t reach around to grab hold of myself, and my cock ached from the need to be released until I felt him unceremoniously pull out.
“What…” I began, only to be spun around onto my back with a heavy thunk. Something, a pen probably, dug into my back as he yanked the condom off and gave a few strokes. I watched his face, enraptured as his head tilted back and the first blast of cum landed on my shirt, the next across my cock. I didn’t waste the opportunity, immediately grabbing hold of myself and using what he’d given me as lube. It took only a few strokes, feeling the dull ache of his absence in my ass, before my orgasm leaped to the front.
I gave a sharp yelp when, just at the moment of release, he knocked my hand away and immediately took me into his mouth and down to his throat. Struggling to keep quiet, I grabbed the back of his head and thrust up as I came hard. My vision went murky and wobbly as the pleasure rocketed through me, taking any and every thought from me as I poured into his throat. I barely remembered letting go of his head before flopping back onto the desk, chest heaving as I tried to figure out just what had happened.
“Fucking...fuck,” I managed, clearly at my most eloquent.
“That’s one way of putting it,” Trevor said, practically falling back into his seat. His cock was still out, sitting half-hard against the bottom of the chair as he watched me intently. “Just what the hell was that about?”
“Wanting to give you head to pick up your mood,” I said with a chuckle, finally finding the strength to push myself upright and begin tugging at my underwear and pants. It was a bit of a struggle, but I managed it for the most part without removing myself from the desk. “And I’d say I managed half of that.”
Trevor smirked, tucking himself back into his pants before pushing his chair closer to me so he sat between my legs. His dark eyes peered up at me, and I had the distinct feeling he was looking for something. “Or you were trying to get fucked.”
I shifted uncomfortably on the desk’s surface. “Well, I definitely got that. Christ, just how annoyed were you?”
“Pretty annoyed,” he said, reaching out to rest his hands on my thighs and squeeze them. “Then you came along and allowed me to work it out of my system. I might have been a little too aggressive.”
I blinked, alarmed to realize he took my complaints a little too seriously. “What? God, don’t get me wrong, I’m going to be feeling that one for hours, but that’s not me telling you never to do that again. It’s honestly kind of a shame I couldn’t take that more often because, phew, that was...yeah, that was something.”
“Pretty sure I couldn’t do that every time,” he snorted, looking over me. “You’re sure you’re alright?”
I bent forward, hating this suddenly unsure and worried side of him for something that didn’t require it. I kissed him softly, hoping that was enough to make me sound genuine. “If I need to have an ice pack later, I’ll be sure to let you know. Otherwise? I’m going to need a minute before I can be expected to walk. Pretty sure you just screwed my hand-eye coordination right out of my body.”
“That’s gotta be a new one,” he chuckled, squeezing my legs.
“Maybe we can check the record books and see if you won any money,” I told him, running my hands through his hair.
“Let’s not do that,” he said with a roll of his eyes.
“I dunno, someone might pay good money for it.”
“I believe you’re looking for either a prostitute or a porn star.”
“Mmm,” I hummed, nuzzling the top of his head. “You could be good at either, just in case you were looking for a different line of work.”
“After the day I had, I might consider it, but if my job gets me benefits like these,” he said, giving my legs another squeeze. “Maybe I’ll find a way to ride it out.”
I snorted. “I guess that’s one way of looking at it.”
He smiled, gently buttoning up my pants for me. “Coming home with me tonight?”
“I think I might be able to manage that,” I said with a chuckle, even as I knew constantly hanging around one another was only making it easier for him to get attached.