22. Eric
ERIC
A mbrose wanted to run. I could sense it. He was scared I’d say no, and I couldn’t make my stupid mouth work. I gripped his shoulders. “Please stay.”
“Okay.”
He sat back down, and I took his hands in mine. “You would actually consider me living here with you?”
I nodded. “It would be…”
“You don’t have to answer now. You can wait until everything is done with Carlotti and see, but?—”
“I don’t need to do that.”
“You couldn’t live here and still work in Albertine Parish.”
“I know.”
“I don’t know what to do or how to make this work, but I know how I feel about you.
I also know that I got into police work to help people.
I’ve managed to do that at times, but it’s like I’m fighting against the system to be able to do the work I really want to do.
I thought that would be different if I came here. ”
“It’s not?”
“Well, it took a damn long time to get anyone to trust me enough to let me help them. I’ve definitely done some good for the parish, but then there’s the drug runners and plenty of other things going on that I can’t fight, not without help, and that help doesn’t seem to come from law enforcement or from the people who would benefit most from us driving that crime out. ”
“My family helps plenty of people.”
Did he want me to work for them? “They also kill their fair share.”
“True, but the ones we kill aren’t the ones you’d want to help.”
I closed my eyes for a moment and thought.
I’d worked damn hard to become a detective, and I’d been damn good at my job.
Too good. I saw more than I was supposed to.
The corruption shouldn’t have surprised me.
It was just that when I worked day-to-day with those people, when I knew their wives and their children, when I knew how much good they could do, it shocked me to realize how far into the dark they had sunk.
But if I left law enforcement and started working with or living off the Theriots, how could I think I was any better?
They did very dark things, things I’m sure Ambrose would never tell me about, but he was right that they also did good, and I loved him.
“Talk to me,” Ambrose said. “I need to know what you’re thinking.”
“I’m thinking this is one of the hardest decisions I’ve ever made in my life, but also the easiest.”
Ambrose frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I mean that I love you. I want to be with you. I want to see where this takes us, and I can find a way to help people, but I do want enough time to set someone up for my position who’s going to do right by Albertine Parish.”
“I can arrange that.”
“You’re not killing off my deputies.”
“I don’t need to kill them. I just need to find their secrets and make sure they could never win an election.”
“Is there anything you can’t do?”
“I thought so, but you’re proving me wrong.”
I kissed him then. I couldn’t resist. It was hard to keep my hands off him for more than a few minutes at a time.
He relaxed into the kiss, and I eased him back onto the sofa, giving him a chance to protest if he didn’t like the feel of my weight on top of him, but he circled his arms around my neck, and his hips rose to meet mine.
Our movements quickly grew more frantic.
Our hard cocks rubbed against each other, making me wild.
I wanted to push his legs apart, pull his pants down, and see how good it felt to bury myself inside him, but I wasn’t sure he was ready for that.
And if he were never ready for it, that would be okay because he was mine, and we’d figure this out together.
“I want to taste you again.” Ambrose slid his hands down to tug on the waistband of my pants.
I pushed up onto my hands and looked down at him. “Like this? You want me to straddle your shoulders and feed you my cock?”
Ambrose’s eyes went wide. “Fuck yes.”
He watched hungrily as I undid my pants and pulled out my cock. His mouth was hanging open before I could get into position. I braced myself on the arm of the couch and lowered my dick toward his mouth, teasing him by holding myself just out of reach.
He growled and tried to reach for me, but I pinned his arms to his sides with my legs. He could get free himself if he really wanted to, but instead he cursed me and writhed, fighting me but not hard enough to actually release himself from my hold.
I brushed his lips with the tip of my cock, then slipped into his hot wet mouth. He groaned and the vibrations of his voice had me thrusting deeper, unable to control myself.
He took what I gave him, swallowing around me and looking up, holding my gaze, his eyes filled with need.
I worked myself in and out, trying not to push too hard, desperately wanting to drive all the way in and let him choke around me.
I knew he would take it. He wanted this, he wanted me on top of him, he wanted to pleasure me, and that made me hotter than anything ever had before.
This man, this incredibly skilled, generous, dangerous man wanted me when he’d never even wanted a man before. I felt fucking powerful.
Would he let me come in his mouth? Would he swallow it down?
Would I keep going and take away that choice, watching him struggle beneath me?
Jesus, that would be hot, but I’d only do that if I was sure it was what he truly wanted.
I liked the games we’d played, and today I wanted to be the one in control. I thought he wanted that too.
I raised up, pulling my cock from his delicious mouth.
“Do you want more? Do you want me to come down your throat?”
“Yes. I want to know what it feels like. I want to try… Fuck, I want to try everything with you.”
“We’ll do anything you want, anytime.”
But if he was going to get to experience that, then I also wanted him to know what it was like to give me his own load. I set one foot on the ground and swung the other over his body.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he asked.
“Wait and see.”
“You know I’m not good at that.”
“Maybe that’s why I’m doing this. It’s for your own good. You need to learn a little patience.”
“Fuck you.”
“Be patient.”
He flipped me off as I stripped, but he also watched me, looking like he might come and get what he was salivating for.
When I pulled off his boots and started working on his pants, his expression changed to a questioning one.
“Trust me.”
I watched his Adam’s apple move up and down as he swallowed before nodding. I divested him of his pants, leaving his shirt on because I wanted to keep him there on his back. He was too lovely like that, laid out for me, his hard cock standing up from his body like it was asking for my mouth.
I took hold of his hips and tugged him farther down the couch. He had to bend his legs to fit. When I’d positioned him where I wanted him, I straddled him again, but this time, I was facing his cock.
He groaned. “Oh shit.”
“You think you can concentrate when my mouth is working you.”
“I… I don’t know.”
The fact that I’d made him uncertain made my cock jump. I was apparently as much of a kinky bastard as he was. “I hope you can because I’m going to stop if you don’t.”
“God, Eric.”
I lowered my hips until my cock touched his lips. “Open up and keep doing just what you were doing before. I want to feel the back of your throat.”
He swirled his tongue around me as I lowered myself, and I almost came right then.
I wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and swiped my mouth over his head. He gasped, swallowed too much of me, and pulled off sputtering.
“Show me you can do this,” I ordered. He took me in again, and I swallowed him down deeper.
He worked his hips, making small thrusts into me. I pushed him down into the couch cushion, holding him there while I licked and sucked and teased.
He writhed, trying his best to get more.
I gave into his need, taking every inch of his cock and using my tongue to drive him crazy.
He pushed at my hips, and I pulled out of his mouth, knowing he couldn’t concentrate now.
“Please don’t stop. I… Anything… Just… need to…”
I kept going, sliding my lips along his shaft and sucking until he drove his hips up, and his cum flooded my throat. I swallowed again and again, wanting to suck him dry.
When I finally released him, he grabbed my hips and pulled my cock back to his mouth. He wasn’t slow or careful, and I would’ve never known he had no experience. He took me deep and worked my cock until I thought I might lose my mind from the pleasure.
I wanted it to go on forever, but I couldn’t hold back. He held onto my hips as my release crashed over me, and I came in his mouth. He struggled to swallow it all, but when I finished, he licked his lips and cleaned my softening cock.
I pulled free of his searching tongue and turned around so I could see him. His eyes fluttered open, and he looked up at me. I didn’t think I’d ever seen anything sexier than Ambrose smiling, his swollen lips slick with my cum.
“That was incredible,” he murmured.
“Yeah, it was.”
“I can’t believe I never thought I’d enjoy that until you.”
“Really? Never?”
“I know every straight guy says that, but it’s not that I thought it was repulsive or anything. I’ve had a long time to get used to having a gay twin, but the thought of a cock in my mouth just never turned me on. I was never tempted to try it.”
“I’m honored you’d try it with me. That you’d trust me.”
“I can’t explain what it is about you or why I just…”
“You were looking at me that day you used Travis to trap me.”
Ambrose scowled. “Travis was very much a willing participant. He knew how important it was to put a stop to what LePlatt was doing.”
“You are not letting him take part in this mission against Carlotti, are you?”
“Even if I thought that was appropriate, there’s no way in hell Dax would allow it.”
“And you understand how he feels because you’d prefer I stayed away too. You want to lock me up somewhere safe and take care of this problem for me.”
“You know I do.”
“I don’t expect you to slay all my dragons. I just want you there with me. I know you understand how Carlotti thinks and what he might do better than I do.”
“Yeah? You admit that?”
“I’m far from helpless, and I could make a hell of a lot of progress on this without your help, but I’m not going to bring Carlotti and his whole crew down without using all my resources.”
Ambrose fluttered his eyelashes. “Is that all I am to you, a resource?”
“Don’t even start. You’re insufferable.”
“And you want to punish me.”
I raised my brows. “Exactly what are you asking for?”
“Probably more than I’m ready for right now.”
“Then we’ll revisit it later.”
“See? I knew you liked things kinky.”
“It seems I like just about everything with you.”
Ambrose stretched, displaying his body for me. “I know.”
I rolled my eyes. “Tell me there’s some food here. Tell me there’s a real refrigerator.”
He laughed. “The kitchen is nearly finished, and you know I’m not going to let you starve.”
“From what Dax said, it would be dangerous for me to stay here with you if you got hungry.”
He scowled. “We’ll be fine. I put together some food for us while you were packing, and tomorrow morning we’ll go get some groceries.”
“There’s a grocery store near here?”
He grinned. “Of a sort.”