Chapter 13
A Day Off (Or Not)
Adam
Fact number one. I was gay. Or I was straight but addicted to Jordan Slade’s ass.
Or bi but addicted to Jordan Slade’s ass.
The possibilities were endless, according to the internet, but I was definitely addicted to Jordan Slade’s ass.
Since I left it, I couldn’t stop thinking about returning there, and it wasn’t even a penis thing.
It was a Jordan thing. I couldn’t imagine myself with another man, or a woman for that matter, which brought me to fact number two.
I was in fucking love. There was no denying it, because I’d never felt like this before.
For the first time in my life, I fell in love with a person because I finally found someone who truly deserved to be loved.
Someone who deserved to be trusted. Someone better than everyone else.
Kinder. Smarter. I could go on. A saner man would argue that this happened too fast, but I’ve known Jordan for years.
I’ve been obsessed with him for years. We hated each other, or we thought we did, but we also looked out for one another.
We barely spent a day separated, choosing the same shifts, cases, and car rides.
The way I saw it, it has been a long time coming.
Fact number three. Jordan felt the same. I was fairly sure of it, because no one would put up with me for so long if one didn’t, in fact, love me. Or was masochistic, which, in my opinion, wasn’t Jordan’s kink.
I was mulling it over ever since I woke up at dawn with a warm body sprawled over mine and a grin on my face that just wouldn’t leave.
“Adam Markland smiles,” Jordan mumbled against my chest. “Alert the media.”
“Funny,” I said, trying hard not to laugh. “Good morning.”
Jordan raised his head, and sleepy amber eyes met mine. “And thank God for that. If this were only a dream, I would shoot myself.”
I wasn’t sure who kissed whom first, but our lips found each other in a gentle, spontaneous kiss that felt just right. In fact, it felt so right that I flipped him onto his back and pressed my hips against his to demonstrate exactly how I felt this morning.
“Hoo,” Jordan let out a surprised sound, his eyes lowering to my crotch. “Someone’s up.”
“And it’s our day off,” I reminded him. “What are your plans?”
His gaze filled with wariness. “So… are we still good?”
He was clearly clueless about how he made me feel.
“We’re better than good,” I replied, brushing a strand of hair off his forehead.
“What about work?”
“Is this your way of asking if we are going to tell the others about us?”
“I guess.”
“They’re detectives, Jordan. Not too competent, but they’ll probably figure it out, and besides, I don’t want to hide anything. I’m too old for that, and I don’t give a fuck. Why? Do you feel differently?”
He lowered his gaze. “No, but I would like to talk to you about something before we make it official.”
“You think too much,” I said, only to grunt when I felt something poking me in the ribs. When I looked down and spotted lube lying under me, I grinned.
“Oh, looky here,” I murmured, unscrewing the cap. “A divine intervention.”
“I’m sleepy,” Jordan mumbled, rolling over onto his stomach. “Later.”
The way he presented his ass to me told me he was a liar and a tease. Since I was hard from the moment I woke up, I didn’t appreciate the teasing.
I expressed it by pushing a lubed finger into his hole. “Wakey-wakey.”
“Fuck!” Jordan gasped, clenching his fists. “Oh, fuck.”
“That’s the idea,” I murmured, squirting more lube onto his crack. “Yeah, that’s it… relax your muscles.”
I shifted to my knees, adding more fingers.
His hole was tight and hot, his ass a picture of muscular perfection.
The way his cheeks clenched almost made me lose track of what I was doing.
When he started humping the bed, I got back on track.
I quickly lubed my dick, groaning every time my hand moved over the turgid length.
I was in pain, but Jordan’s recently deflowered ass needed some gentle loving.
I breached him slowly, fighting myself every step of the way because I wanted to fuck him into the mattress.
When I finally bottomed out, Jordan was clawing at the sheets, and I was seeing stars.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” I gasped, admiring the view of my dick buried deep inside him. “Your ass is heaven, baby.”
“Mmm,” Jordan hummed, swallowing audibly. “Give me a moment… I can’t breathe.”
“What’s wrong? Too stuffed?” I teased him, but it was more to stop myself from blowing on the very first stroke. “How does it feel?”
“You’ll find out soon enough,” Jordan said through his teeth. “Okay... I’m ready now.”
I grinned and kissed his shoulder, and then, just for fun, I left a nasty hickey on his neck. Try hiding that, I thought, grinning diabolically.
“Adam, stop messing around and start fucking me,” Jordan growled. “Jesus Christ… in this century, please.”
“Oh, well, when you say it like that…”
So, yeah, I kind of made him regret saying that. I pulled him to his knees, slapped his ass, and gave him a quick, rough fuck he asked for. I drove myself crazy while doing it, but I made him beg. By the time I felt he’d gotten enough, I was on the verge of climax, and his teeth were chattering.
“Don’t you dare come until I tell you to,” I threatened. “You’re taking my load first.”
“Fuck, you have a dirty mouth,” Jordan said, whimpering when my dick grazed his prostate. “Oh, my God!”
That was the end of the road for me, because my dick was a throbbing, aching mess, and my balls were on fire.
I came with a shout, pulling my cock out of him and squirting milky white cum all over his heavy sack.
The sight of it drove me crazy, so I pushed my dick back inside him and deposited the rest of my load into his ass, where it rightfully belonged.
As I kept fucking my cum into him, I could see tiny drops spurting out of his hole because he was milking me like a champ.
When I abruptly pulled out of him, he gasped, muttering something unintelligible.
“Now you can fucking come,” I growled, slapping his ass. “Get on your knees.”
He did what I said, visibly shivering, and already stroking his cock.
“Don’t you dare spill a drop,” I threatened before opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue.
The first drop of his seed hit my cheek, but the rest…
straight to my throat. He was a cop, so his aim was on point, but he was too loud.
He was shouting it out as he filled my mouth with cum, but I was too greedy to warn him.
“Aaaaaaaahhhh…. fuuuuuuuckk…. nnnghhhhhhh…”
His moans and gasps were music to my ears, his hand less steady as he kept going. I kept my eyes open, tracking down every precious drop until Jordan collapsed onto the bed, panting.
“Fucking hell, Adam!”
I smiled and kissed my way up his thigh, licking off drops of semen I found there.
“Maybe there’s more left,” I murmured, wrapping my lips around his still hard length. When I started to suck, Jordan hissed and grabbed me by the hair.
“Jesus, stop,” he begged as I sucked on the swollen tip, smiling when I felt another drop of seed on my tongue.
“Mmm, I was right,” I murmured, kissing his dick. “Good boy.”
“Fucking hell,” Jordan said, sounding hoarse. “What the hell just happened?”
“I think we’re sexually compatible,” I said, climbing on top of him and kissing his lips.
He gave me an incredulous look. “You think?”
“Mmm… how’s your ass?”
“I’ll tell you when I try walking, perv.”
When my dick stumbled upon his sticky, ready hole, it took every ounce of my self-control to stop myself from slipping back inside.
Knock-knock.
No. Your cum is still dripping out of him, dummy.
Pure and simple, he turned me into a sex addict. The funny thing was, I never cared about sex that much before, but now I couldn’t have enough of it. Still, I knew he had to be sore, and it gave me an idea, which was a logical solution to my problem.
“Fuck me?” I said, nipping his lip.
His amber eyes widened comically. “Now?”
“No, not now, you sex addict. After breakfast.”
“And then what? Please don’t tell me you’re kicking me out. You still owe me that one-minute cuddle.”
I flicked his forehead. “Are you insane? I want you to stay here. Today. And tonight. This entire week, if possible.”
“Really,” Jordan said, wide-eyed. “Then let’s take two days off instead of one. Maybe no one in the LD notices that we’re missing.”
I chuckled. “I think Chief Bibb wouldn’t mind not having to listen to us argue for one more day.”
When we finally left the bed, it was past noon.
We showered together, which was a mistake.
Keeping my hands off Jordan was a growing problem, so I shampooed my hair three times to stop myself from touching him.
Another growing problem was under our waistlines, and we addressed it by blowing each other.
Fuck restraint. At least I wasn’t hungry anymore because my stomach was full of his cum, and I could breathe a little easier.
After I realized I was possibly gay, definitely addicted to Jordan’s ass, and potentially a sex addict, I made us breakfast. Nothing fancy, just eggs, bacon, and toast, but it prevented us from fucking each other for the next half an hour.
Jordan was eating as if he hadn’t had a meal in days, when in fact, he had one in the shower, and it made me smile.
“Do you like going to the cinema?” Jordan mumbled with his mouth full. “Because I have another idea.”
“I think so,” I mused. “I haven’t been in ages.”
“How about we go this afternoon? After that, we can grab some dinner. What do you say?”
“Sounds perfect. Incidentally, I have never been to the cinema with anyone else. That’s another first for you.”
Jordan grinned. “I told you. This…” He pointed at the space between us. “This is destiny.”
I was still smiling when my phone rang, and it made my smile drop.
“Who is it?” Jordan said, sounding as anxious as I felt.
“Biancchi.”