Chapter 7 Rafferty
RAFFERTY
I had well and truly lost my fucking mind.
This was the man who’d attacked me in court, who was working with the state to put his father away for life.
But the way he fucking teased me, stretching his foreskin like that, playing with his pretty cock, going back and forth with me like a fucking tennis match…
Maybe it was the vodka, but by the time I’d walked out of the bathroom to retrieve the sewing supplies, I’d already decided.
As long as he was down, I was going to fuck Jesse Travis till he was moaning my name.
Because fuck this year. And fuck Christmas.
Or something.
Yeah, maybe I was a little drunker than I’d thought.
I was pretty sure fraternizing with him in this way would get my ass fired, and it said something important that I didn’t give one shit about my law enforcement career.
I’d checked for Wi-Fi and cell service when I went for supplies, and both were still down, so there was no one I could call or confess to.
During my investigation I had recognized that he was a good-looking man but had refused to allow myself to fully acknowledge how attracted I was to him.
Now that he was naked and pushing his ass out at me, the allure was a little harder to deny.
I knelt behind him and spread his cheeks, rumbling at the sight.
In for a penny, in for a pound.
I ran my tongue from his sack to the top of his ass crack, then back down again. The shouts and curses spilling from his lips made everything go hazy. Gripping the base of his cock, I used my free hand to again pull his ass cheek to the side.
Jesus, what a pretty fucking hole.
I made a direct attack on it, licking, swirling my tongue around the bunched skin as this beautiful criminal shivered and moaned.
Using the tip, I started with gentle, direct pressure, coercing the reluctant muscle until it relaxed enough to let me inside, fucking him with my tongue while he banged on the windowsill and pushed his ass back against my face.
I squeezed his cock a little harder. A broken “yes” tumbled from his lips. I licked and speared him until he was practically sobbing, begging to come.
I stood and wrapped my arms around him, holding his trim body against mine.
“Do you want this cock inside of you?” I ground out, plucking his nipples.
“Uhn, please. Yes, please.”
“Good answer,” I said, then reached over for the Dopp kit, still squeezing a nipple as, one-handed, I removed a small bottle of lube and a strip of condoms.
I released him long enough to free a condom, roll it down my length, and slick myself up. I returned my hand to his body, this time to his throat, gently resting it there as I pressed my lube-slicked fingers into the crease of his ass, searching out his hole to prepare it for my pleasure.
“This okay?” I asked, flexing my hand around his neck.
“God yes.”
His gasping answer and obvious need stoked lust in the very root of my being, and I gave his throat a brief squeeze. Nothing to cut off the oxygen, just a tiny reminder of who the fuck was in charge. The answer to that was not me, of course. That honor belonged to libido, stress, and vodka.
“Good boy.”
He shuddered under the praise, and I pressed two fingers inside him.
He bucked, first pulling away, then pushing back toward me as he whimpered.
I fucked him carefully, slowly, letting the minutes slide by until he softened around my fingers.
Firmly crooking my fingers just so, I stroked that perfect spot inside of him until every muscle in his body tensed.
“So close,” he choked out. I dropped my hand from his throat and squeezed the base of his cock while adding a third finger.
He cursed up to the moon and stars, bucking against me, greedy for it in a way that made my ego sit up and beg.
He was so fucking responsive, his nerves firing under every touch, his skin pimpling at every invasion, and by the time I had him nice and open for me, he was panting in anticipation.
I released him and spread his cheeks, admiring my work before notching the head of my cock against the slightly stretched opening.
“Please,” he begged, the desperate edge to his voice a siren call.
I pushed inside, slow and insistent. He moaned, and for a moment, I zoomed out, as if I could see from the ceiling, looking at the way my body draped over his, the way I was dirty fucking him in the same bathroom where I’d learned to masturbate.
Yeah… nothing about this was right. I knew it and so did he.
And that made it hotter than anything else.
I bottomed out inside his perfect ass, soaking in his pleasured sounds. I wrapped one hand around his neck again, and with the other, gripped his cock as I pistoned into him.
“Fucking hell, you’ve got a tight ass.”
“That’s your fault,” he said, rolling his hips back. “Haven’t had sex in over a year because of you.”
I laughed and sucked deep kisses up and down his neck as I stroked him in time with each thrust.
“Coming,” he choked out as I twisted his foreskin over the crown of his cock.
His inarticulate sounds and the insane squeeze of his body had me right there with him.
He came on a ragged shout, his cum hitting the wall beneath the window.
I groaned, spilling into him, my body a shock of pleasure and wrongness.
Spurt after spurt, I came as though I was the one who hadn’t had sex in a year.
Given the problems in my marriage, that wasn’t too far off the mark.
All of it, the stress of the job, the divorce, the not knowing where I was going next in my life… It all went up in smoke. I came so hard that my knees weakened and my hand landed on the windowsill outside of his as I held us both up.
We were silent, save for the heavy breathing that seemed to fill the small space, and I blinked back to reality far too quickly.
Before I could spiral, however, he reached back and patted my shoulder. “Maybe it was the forced celibacy speaking, but this was even better than I’d imagined it would be,” he said, his grin visible in the dark mirror of the window. “And I imagined it a lot, Detective.”
I thrust inside him, reveling in the hot sticky mess of my cum. “You imagined this?”
“So many times.” He pulsed around my cock. “Almost as many times as I dreamed about gutting you like a fish.”
The idea of a prisoner jacking off to the thought of me, then wanting to kill me, should disturb me. At the very least, it should send up a flag of some kind. But that flag could be on fire, and I wouldn’t notice it for the pulsing clench trapping me inside him.
We stayed there for longer than seemed reasonable for our situation, but I couldn’t force myself to pull out of his body until I softened enough that I had to grab the condom.
Only then did I finally allow myself freedom from his heat.
I tied off the condom and tossed it into the tiny trash can next to the toilet.
Jesse leaned forward, resting his head on the windowsill, still breathing heavily.
“You all right?”
He chuckled. “You surprised me, Rafferty. You’re a hard ass, but… Would you shoot me if I said that you’re kind of a softy too?”
“There wasn’t anything soft about what we just did,” I grumped, grabbing a wad of tissue to clean up the mess on the wall. I tossed the tissues in the bowl, then grimaced when I noticed he’d started to shiver again. “Shit. We need to get you into some dry clothes.”
“Nope. Not a softy at all,” he teased.
I rolled my eyes at him, then stroked my beard. “You’re about the size of my grandfather, and I haven’t cleaned out his side of the closet yet.”
“Not to be picky, or whatever, but can I ask about the kind of fashion sense your grandfather brought to the table?”
“Think Rat Pack meets mall walker.”
“I can work with that.”
I put my sweats back on, then grabbed the Dopp kit and gestured to the hallway. “Let’s go shopping in my grandfather’s closet, shall we?”