Chapter 4 #2
“For some.” His finger brushed against knuckles. He might as well have pointed at me as he spoke. I appreciated his faith, and I wanted to return the favor. The impulse started in my hand and, like an electric pulse, I moved like a man on a mission.
I spun Nick, pressed him against the window.
He didn’t resist. I wanted him to resist. Not me, but whatever dread had gotten its hooks in him. I didn’t need to see my forearm to know the hair had been covered in frost. Pressed against his chest, he didn’t flinch from the cold.
If he could believe I had a future—
It was an impulsive kiss. I let my emotions override my training. When he didn’t kiss back, I pulled away. If he reported me to Alvarez, I’d be retiring a day early. In decades of doing the job, I had never gotten involved, but nobody had ever forced me to confront an uncertain future.
“I’m—I—”
His hands moved faster than I thought possible.
Holding the sides of my face, he returned the kiss.
Filled with fervor and fire, he moved as if I were his last chance for survival.
As my lips parted, he tasted of peppermint and cocoa, and I wanted more.
I removed my arm from his chest, fingers moving along the side of his neck.
I could be fired, and if this were why, I’d accept it. Since I arrived, Nick had occupied space, barely existing. He had all but accepted his fate. This was the first time I witnessed him rallying, fighting back. This kiss was him screaming into the void that he hadn’t given up.
He needed this. I needed this.
Consumed by the kiss, I didn’t notice his hands moved until they tugged at my belt. I leaned back to study his face. Whatever Nick needed, it wouldn’t end with a kiss. In the soft firelight, his eyes turned downward, focused on my pants.
I shouldn’t. He unhooked my belt, leaving it open as he reached for the button.
I had already crossed a line with a kiss.
Nick opened my jeans, sliding the zipper down.
As my cock pressed against my briefs, I rationalized.
If this is what Nick needed and I could help protect him against himself, wasn’t that my job?
Nick cupped my package. I stopped being an officer.
When he looked up, I could see the question in his eyes. Did he want consent? Or was this a deeper question that could only be found in a sexual act? When my cock jumped, I put aside my common sense. I slid my pants off my hips, letting my underwear follow suit.
His hand returned as he pressed his lips into the crook of my neck.
His free hand moved to the middle of my back, holding me in place as his fingers studied my cock.
I gasped as he gripped the shaft, giving it a firm squeeze.
I couldn’t remember how long it had been.
It didn’t matter. The only hand I cared about was the one gently jerking me.
I pulled my shirt over my head, leaving me in nothing but a pile of crumpled clothes on the floor.
His hand drifted to my ass. Pulling me tight against him, he lifted me off my feet, turning us about until my back pressed against the glass.
Anybody else would have yelped at the cold, but I hardly noticed.
Nick kissed down my neck until he reached my chest. He wasn’t rough, but his eagerness showed as he licked one nipple and then moved to the other.
They hardly slowed him as he continued downward, reaching the spot where the hair covered my belly.
He let go of my cock long enough to crouch down and grip my love handles.
His cheek brushed against my stomach, and for a moment he paused, as if he were lost in a memory.
I held the side of his head, giving him permission to linger. His skin should have felt warm against my stomach, but I swore he was as cold-blooded as me. After a minute, he returned to kissing. When he reached my navel, he dropped to his knees, eyes level with my cock.
This shouldn’t be happening with a client.
I breached every rule in the handbook, and yet when his eyes looked up, need replaced duty.
For even a second, I wanted to forget about what lay ahead.
The questions. The worry. While I bit back my lip, everything I had avoided thinking about stopped existing.
Nick swallowed my cock.
Bare skin pressed against the cold window, but all I could focus on was the heat of his mouth as he pushed toward the base.
The roughness of his tongue slid along my shaft.
Hips bucked involuntarily, wanting the last inch to vanish inside him.
When his lips reached my pelvis, he held still, letting his tongue slide back and forth.
In the cabin's silence, even my gasps came out like a roar.
His hands moved up my thighs, fingers drifting across the skin, each one electrifying.
When Nick gripped my ass, pulling me forward, I could feel the bend of his throat.
I wanted to exist in this moment and only focus on the pleasure with this beautiful man.
When he came up for air, he gasped quickly and returned to bobbing up and down on my cock.
Each time an intruding thought about the future came to mind, his lips swatted it away. He moved with speed, swallowing, then pulling back. It could have been minutes, or it could have been hours. I only knew I didn’t want him to stop.
Switching speeds, he would move all the way down, fingers digging into my ass. He’d hold position for a moment before coming back and repeating it. Even with my back against the glass, his hands were colder, the opposite of his mouth.
With the head of my cock resting on his bottom lip, he looked up.
I recognized the need on his face. He wanted to know how this would end.
I gave him the slightest of nods, giving him permission to continue.
Without hesitation, he continued, pace quickened as the fingers of one hand dug deeper into my ass.
The other moved to my balls, cupping them.
My panting turned to a growl as my toes curled in my boots. Legs tensed as the hair stood on end. The tingles traveled along my skin as my balls tightened. With me on the brink of orgasm, he sped up, making it clear how he wanted this to end.
I came. Nick froze as he made an audible gulp.
I didn’t wait for the sensation to fade. Reaching down, I hooked my hands under his armpits and hoisted him to his feet. Snatching around his waist, I lifted this bear of a man off his feet as if he weighed nothing. We weren’t done. Not by a long shot.
I shuffled to the couch, dropping him. Before he could say a word, I dropped to my knees, eager to return the favor.
I reached for the waistband of his flannel pants.
With a tug, I pulled them down his thighs.
With the speed of a madman, I pulled off his boots and then the pants, dropping them in a pile to the side.
Even his boxers were festive, covered in pine trees and reindeer. They had to go as well.
Nick already stood at attention, and I had to take a moment to appreciate the girth of his cock.
Average length, but thick enough when I wrapped my hand around it, my pointer didn’t touch my thumb.
As my hand bunched the foreskin over the head, I glanced up to see his head tilted back, eyes closed.
I wanted to return the favor, to give him a moment where nothing outside these walls mattered.
I wanted him to feel alive… or just feel.
A hefty set of freshly shaved balls surprised me.
I held his cock against his belly as I ran my tongue over the smooth skin.
They retreated as I licked his cock, jerking, demanding attention.
Pulling back the foreskin, the tip glistened, and I couldn’t resist tasting Nick. Sweet. I wanted it to turn salty.
Lips wrapped around his cock, Nick reached for the back of my head, urging me forward.
The thought of this bear guiding me down his cock had mine half-hard.
With gentle pressure, he pushed until my lips reached the base, my jaw slack to take his girth.
Any thicker, and I’d scrape my teeth. I wanted to handle him with care, to give him a memory that brought a genuine smile to his face.
When I pulled back, he made it clear he wanted his cock buried in my throat.
I let him control the pace, using my mouth for his pleasure.
He set the tempo, a steady up and down. I watched his face as I continued bobbing.
When he lifted his head, locking eyes, I could swear the gray in his eyes had transformed into violent winter storms.
He didn’t blink as he fed me his cock. His hand chilled as he picked up the pace.
I ignored the biting cold, wanting nothing more than to hear growl as he filled my mouth.
The corner of his lip turned up, and in the light of the fire, I knew where we were going.
I doubled my efforts, diving to the base each time.
His hand stopped guiding me as he leaned back, thumbs grazing his nipples. As his legs stiffened, I knew it was only seconds before he—
Nick’s body shook as a growl broke the silence.
I pulled back as he came. With every shot across my tongue, I greedily swallowed, savoring the salty sweetness.
By the third gulp, I marveled at the copious amount of cum.
The shaking turned to tremors, and I didn’t let go of his cock.
It was only when it softened that I pushed back on my haunches, admiring the beautiful man in front of me.
I collapsed on the couch, while Nick continued to pant. That had been a bad idea. My personal issues clouded my judgment. I had gotten involved, and that made me less objective, less effective. I couldn’t do my job while I battled my personal demons.
Somewhere, a clock chimed nine. There were only a few hours until Christmas, and only a few more until I turned in my badge. The guilt came rushing in. Had I just used Nick for the endorphins to avoid dealing with my baggage? Wanting to apologize after sex seemed in poor taste.
He gripped my leg tight enough to leave a handprint.
Without saying a word, he let out an exhale and got up.
I wanted to stare at the light dusting of hair on his ass, but I focused on his shoulders.
Did he stand taller? Had the burdened lessened?
If not, I hoped it had given him a break from whatever weighed on him.
Bending down, he picked up his pants and boots. He flashed me a smile that never reached his eyes. With the dancing of light across his cheeks, I had to admit Nick was a rather handsome man. He turned and walked down the hallway.
The training manual didn’t cover this.
I let my head fall back on the couch. Outside, the wind howled, blowing hard enough to shake the cabin’s old logs. The fire had dwindled, leaving a warm glow in the living room. Shadows danced in the corners of the room, leaving far too many blind spots.
The room was still again. I’d done my job. Even if it got me fired.