15. Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Fifteen
Cavalari dropped down to rest his chest against the solid physique of the man stretched out under him.
He rubbed his lips against Bronx’s then licked at the seam until Bronx opened for him like a baby bird looking for food.
It was the non-verbal invitation Cavalari needed before he took his mouth in a fierce, desperate kiss that curled his toes inside his work boots.
The exploration of tongues and shared breaths had them both groaning and Cavalari shivered when Bronx’s hard length notched up alongside his own.
Jackpot!
Delicious, filthy and wild—just like Bronx.
Cavalari couldn’t get enough. He wanted so much more than this erotic mating of their mouths.
Their hips rolled together as they chased their need for more friction and their tongues played and speared into the heated depths of the other.
It was a kiss that Cavalari knew he’d never forget and unlike any he’d ever had.
He released Bronx’s wrists and dug his fingers into his short, wavy hair.
His fingers explored lower and gently grazed over the hard, egg-sized lump and Bronx flinched.
“I’m so fucking sorry about this, Rory,” Cavalari said. “I wish I could take this away and give you your hearing back, all in one clean swoop.”
“That’s not your fault. It’s all on me,” Bronx said. He tugged on Cavalari’s shirt to bring him in for another kiss.
Cavalari moved easily and his lips went directly to the smooth expanse of skin where Bronx’s beard stubble ended.
He ached to suck and taste Bronx, lick at the natural essence of him and press the flat plane of his tongue against his Adam’s apple to feel the easy bob of it sliding just beneath the skin.
He wanted to feel the pulse points beneath his lips and nip at the warm flesh with enough force to mark Bronx.
Christ, he wanted to slide down Bronx’s delicious body and feast on every square inch of skin he had, and perhaps drive the man to insanity from the attentive exploration of his mouth, hands, and hopefully one day—his aching cock.
Cavalari finally broke the seal of their lips and Bronx grumbled his protest but Cavalari was too eager to taste other parts of Bronx to give too much thought to the grumbling.
He was already too busy licking the warm flesh below Bronx’s ear to care.
A few wandering licks and nips later and Bronx was writhing with pleasure under Cavalari.
“Fucking hell, Tony,” Bronx sighed roughly and arched his neck to give Cavalari more access to his throat.
“I knew you’d be hot as sin in the sack but this is so much .
. . more. I might just self-combust, and why are we still wearing a dozen layers of clothing?
I want to feel your skin rubbing against mine. ”
“You’re talking too much, as usual,” Cavalari said against the flushed skin of Bronx’s neck. “Keep being a chatter box and I’ll have to stick something in your mouth to shut you up. And spoiler alert—it’s big enough to make you choke.”
“Promises, promises,” Bronx said and pulled Cavalari’s head from the bend of his neck and pressed their mouths together. “I want to be so much rougher with you but I don’t want to hurt myself in the process. It’ll have to be slow and easy today.”
“Totally understandable and I’ll make sure you don’t get out of control. If you do, then we’ll stop.”
“Under no circumstances are you allowed to stop,” Bronx threatened. “If you do, I’ll kill you in your sleep.”
“Sharp words from someone in your current position.”
Bronx’s fingers wrapped around Cavalari’s neck and pulled him back to his mouth.
An explosion of heat and lust ignited between them while they devoured each other.
The slide of tongues was sloppy and needy and the suction was sublime.
Cavalari began to rut against Bronx like a horny fifteen-year-old locked in his room with a gallon of lube, an open porn site on his laptop, and his hand wrapped around his shaft.
The first tingles of orgasm began to sizzle in his balls and he knew he’d have to put on the brakes soon unless he wanted to spill in his pants like a juvenile.
It would be a sad display of no self-control for a man in his late thirties to unload in his underwear, which meant Cavalari needed a distraction.
Something that would take his mind off the pleasure wreaking havoc on his system like an out of control wild fire.
“I don’t hate your shorter hair,” Cavalari said beside Bronx’s ear. “You look hot either way.”
“You just told me I was talking too much and now you want to play the truth game?” Bronx asked incredulously.
“I’m stalling because it’s kind of a necessity,” Cavalari chuckled and then nipped at Bronx’s throat. “It’s either that or I blow a load before I even get my pants off, which isn’t nearly as sexy as it sounds.”
“I’d sell a prized guitar to see you completely naked.”
“The day you exposed your erection to me in your bedroom, I had to leave and jerk-off in your downstairs bathroom,” Cavalari admitted. “That’s why I bolted so quickly.”
“Doing that in front of you had me so goddamned hard I had to jerk-off in my shower to try and put out my fire.”
“Did it work?” Cavalari asked.
Bronx shook his head. “It somewhat dulled the ache in my balls but I needed more and I knew I wasn’t going to get any help from you. The whole ordeal left me feeling hollow.”
“Seriously? You couldn’t find someone to relieve the pressure for you?” Cavalari asked as he studied Bronx’s expression.
“I didn’t want a rando. I wanted to get off with you but you weren’t interested,” Bronx explained.
“I was always interested,” Cavalari admitted. “Even back when I was arresting you on a regular basis, I wanted you—so fucking bad.”
“The main reason I’ve been so angry and filled with contempt for you all these years is because you flat-out dissed me the one time I made an actual pass. That sliced me deep and I struggled a bit afterward with my confidence.”
“I remember that night and it killed me to say no, but I had a partner riding in the cruiser with me. I knew he was watching us and I had to make a show of turning you down.”
“You used homophobic slurs,” Bronx added.
“I know and I’m so sorry, Rory. I really am, but that had more to do with how I felt about myself, not you,” Cavalari tried to explain. “You opened my eyes to a lot of things about myself. I’m grateful now for the bi-awakening, but back then, I was . . . so fucking scared about what it all meant.”
“I guess I understand, but you didn’t have to be such an asshole about me coming on to you.”
“You’re right, and even though I didn’t mean any of it, that doesn’t mean shit when my words hurt you nonetheless,” Cavalari said.
He snuggled into Bronx’s neck and kissed the skin.
“I am so fucking sorry, though—about all of it. I hate how I treated you but I couldn’t let on I had the hots for you. I had to keep it professional.”
“What about now?” Bronx asked. “You don’t care if things become . . . unprofessional?”
Cavalari provocatively dragged himself against Bronx’s groin and ended in a hovering position with his face directly above Bronx’s. “Let’s just say I no longer have the strength to resist you anymore,” he said. “I’m also going to make a promise to never turn you down again.”
“I’m ridiculously happy to hear that,” Bronx answered. He lifted himself a bit and attempted to nip at Cavalari’s lips but the guard tipped his head and caused Bronx to miss his target.
“And, for future reference, if you decide to put on another shower show, I’d be happy to be your audience,” Cavalari said.
“I’ll tuck that detail aside for safe keeping,” Bronx said and grinned. “Sometimes I use a dildo stuck to the shower wall to get off. You’d really like that. It’s hot.”
“The visual of you fucking a dildo is unfathomably hot,” Cavalari said. “If I’d known that’s what you do in there I definitely would have hung around to watch.”
“I gave you the option to watch and you turned me down—again,” Bronx said.
“Ask me next time and see what my response will be,” Cavalari said. “Watching you get off like that would be incredible—or better yet, you can ride me and I’ll get you off.”
“I’d give you a show you’d never forget.”
“Mmm, I’d expect nothing less from a natural performer like you,” Cavalari said.
Bronx grinned like a satisfied cat. “Kiss me,” he said, and Cavalari fused their mouths all over again.
Their kisses were endless, separated only by moans and sighs and the sudden switch of positions that put the other on their backs.
Cavalari couldn’t remember the last time he made out with someone like this and wondered why he hadn’t taken the time to enjoy something this erotic and simplistic with a lover.
But maybe kissing only felt this good with Bronx.
Another soft bite to Cavalari’s lips led to more dueling with their tongues until Bronx suddenly pulled away. “As much as I like frotting, I’d rather get us both off by using my fist. You cool with that?”
Bronx was already undoing his jeans and pulling down the zipper before Cavalari managed to shake the fog from his brain to respond. “Yeah, I need to come before I lose my mind,” Cavalari said.
Bronx did the work to free Cavalari’s cock and then pulled out his own.
Cavalari’s eyes zeroed in on the thick length jutting from between the open flaps of Bronx’s jeans.
His appendage was gorgeous with a nicely shaped head and delicious veins running along the shaft that Cavalari wanted to one day map with his tongue—but not today.
A feast like that would have to wait until they could carve out enough time for Cavalari to fully enjoy such a gourmet meal.
Right now, they needed quick and dirty—a means to share a mind-shattering orgasm and end the ache Cavalari knew they were both experiencing.