17. Ambrose #2
I’d imagined having a cock down my throat would make me feel helpless, but it was totally empowering.
I knew I could easily make Eric come like this.
I could make him lose control, make him beg, make him promise me anything just to get more.
I wanted to show him just how good it could be.
I pushed myself to take more of him, but it was too much. I gagged and sputtered around him.
Eric sat part way up, looking almost as distressed as I was. “Baby, it’s okay. You don’t have to take it all.”
When I pulled off, he slid his hands into my hair, but he wasn’t using them to control me, to make me take him in again. He was soothing me, assuring me I could take my time like I’d told him I would.
Those moments when he was tender and gentle with me did me in more than the feel of his ass clenching around me or his mouth taking me all the way in.
The pleasure he took and gave was intoxicating, but his concern for me stole my breath, and it could easily make me surrender completely to him.
I didn’t do that. I couldn’t, and yet, Eric calmed me like no one else could.
“I’m fine. I… Really.”
He nodded, and I took his cock in again, making him groan as I slid my lips up and down his shaft and hummed around him.
“So fucking good. I can’t believe you haven’t done this before.”
I gave him a firm lick and sat back. “I never wanted to before, but with you…” I froze. That was too much. I’d said way too much.
Eric smiled. “This isn’t like anything I’ve ever felt either.”
I nodded, not wanting to risk more raw words coming out if I opened my mouth. I moved off him and slid from the bed.
“Where are you?—”
“Shh.” I yanked off his shoes and socks, then pulled his pants and underwear off. “Where’s your lube?”
Eric tilted his head to the right. “In the drawer.”
I pulled open the drawer of his nightstand and retrieved what I needed. I saw condoms there, but I didn’t get one. I was too hungry for a repeat of what I’d experienced the night before as I watched my cum drip from his ass.
As I stripped off my pants, I caught sight of his duty belt where it lay on the floor. “I’ll still use those handcuffs if you don’t obey me.”
“I won’t make that easy.”
“I wouldn’t want you to. Now put your hands over your head again.”
His eyes widened. “You want me like this? On my back.”
I did. I wanted to watch his face as I fucked him.
I wanted to see his expression when he came.
I wanted to watch as his cock pulsed, releasing his cum.
I wanted to see him sticky and damp with sweat and spunk.
I also knew it might break me, but if I was going to do this, to let my walls down, then I was going all the way
“Yes. Just like that. Now hold your legs.” I pushed at his knees, and he bent his legs onto his chest and wrapped his arms around them. I bit my lip to keep from groaning as I stared at him, fully exposed for me.
I toyed with his balls, then ran a finger along his taint and brushed it over his hole, watching as his ass clenched.
“Are you ready to be fucked as you lie there in your uniform?”
He raised his brows. “Not in much of it.”
“Enough to count.” I glared at him with pretend menace. “Are you going to hold yourself open while I drive into you, the dirty criminal from the bayou taking the hot sheriff, showing him who’s really in charge?”
“God, I never would have guessed how kinky you are.”
I laughed. “This is nothing. I just don’t want to scare you too much.”
Eric wriggled against the bed. “I want to know what you think would scare me, but I’m also nervous to find out.”
“Later. Right now, I need to make this ass mine.” I slapped his firm ass cheek, and he growled.
“What if I decided I wasn’t going to give in to a dirty criminal?”
“Then I would have to make you understand you don’t have any choice. You’re mine. You’re never going back to your goody-goody ways. I’m going to corrupt you completely.”
I realized what I’d said. How the hell did he get me to open up like this? I was playing with him, but I also wasn’t. I could hardly date a cop long-term unless I reformed, and that would never happen. I had to convince Eric to join me or… No, I couldn’t think about that.
Silence stretched between us, then once again, Eric rescued me. “You wouldn’t just feed me to Gerard?”
I grinned. “That’s also an option, but I don’t think you’d like that one as much as you’d like being tied up in my cabin ready to serve me.”
“Damn. Why does that sound so hot?”
“Because you like being at my mercy.”
“I like being fucked by you. Speaking of, is that ever going to happen?”
I grabbed the lube, drizzled it on my cock, and began stroking myself. “Is this what you want?”
Eric nodded.
“Think you can take all of it in one stroke.”
“God, yes.”
I hoped he would have told me if that would hurt too much. I wanted to play with him, to tease him, and I truly did want to control him, but I didn’t want to bring him real pain.
As if he sensed my hesitation, he let go of one leg and reached for me. “I want it now. Do I have to show you how?”
I seized his wrist and pinned his arm to the bed as I used my other hand to guide my cock to his hole. I teased him a few times, making him writhe under me.
Finally, I surged forward, driving into him. He cried out as I kept going. His ass was so tight around me it almost hurt. I moved slowly, but I didn’t stop until I was as deep as I could go.