He spread Ken’s cheeks wide and lowered his head, licking the seam of his lover’s ass before stiffening his tongue to push inside. Yes. Oh, yeah. He’d wanted to do this for days.
“Oh God.” Ken’s moan was muffled by Brady’s racing heart. “Your tongue… Fuck it’s good. Fuck…”
So good. He was tongue-fucking Ken’s ass like a man possessed. Starved. He’d bent his lover over against his car in a public place and he couldn’t stop. Couldn’t care. Anyone could see them. Anyone watching might think that Brady actually was a dirty, kinky cop who pulled sexy men over to have his way with them. To shove his tongue deep inside their tight asses and make them want more. Make them beg for his cock.
God, he was twisted, but the fantasy was too good. And Ken was loving it. All of it. And there was nothing he could imagine that wouldn’t turn him on as long as he was doing it with Tanaka.
Brady lifted his mouth and gasped for air. “I’ve got the right man, don’t I? I know you have what I’m looking for. What I want.”
Ken put his shaking hands behind his back, his fingers clasped together. “I won’t make it easy. I won’t tell you where it is. You can just keep looking until you find it. You’ll never take me in.”
Brady smiled with a clenched jaw as he reached for the lube. “The only place I’m taking you now is on the hood of this car. I’m going to go so deep I’ll know all your secrets. And there is nothing you can do about it.”
“Yes, Officer. You’re in charge. I can’t do anything to stop you.” Ken sounded desperate. Aroused. Jesus, he was so fucking sexy.
“Damn right I’m in charge.” He undid his jeans and coated his cock with lube, dripping some between Ken’s cheeks. “And you have the right to scream your beautiful head off as I use this against you.”
Ken’s laugh turned into a howl of pleasure when Brady pushed the head of his shaft into that tight fucking hole. Oh hell yes. It had only been a few hours and it might as well have been weeks. He couldn’t live without it. Couldn’t last a day without that painful squeeze around his cock.
He felt sweat drip down his back and could have sworn it steamed off his skin in reaction to the charge building at the base of his spine. He rocked slowly, filling Ken one inch at a time. Showing him he was in control. He would set the pace, no matter how much it killed him.
“Please,” Ken whimpered, letting go of his other hand and reaching back to touch Brady’s hip. “So good. Need it… Please.”
Brady inhaled sharply as he caught sight of the belt halfway hidden by Ken’s body. Dragging it out from beneath damp flesh, he wrapped it around Ken’s wrists. “I think you need help following orders.”
Ken stilled beneath him, looking back over his shoulder while Brady made sure his wrists were secure and then held both ends of the belt in one hand. Brady was too turned on to decipher the expression in those wide golden eyes.
“Is that good?” he growled, only half in character.
Ken nodded swiftly, biting his lip.
“Good.” Brady bent his knees and slung his hips forcefully, filling Ken’s ass in one stroke. “So. Fucking. Good.”
He gripped Ken’s hip with his free hand, holding him steady for each powerful thrust. Take it, baby. Take all of me. Right here. Anywhere I want. Anytime. Tell me it’s mine. Your ass…your mouth. God, it’s so good I can’t stop. I never will. Never letting go.
Ken was crying out, muttering his name like a prayer, but Brady couldn’t stop. He looked down at his white-knuckled grip on the belt that held Ken’s wrists together, and when he saw his thick shaft impaling that greedy ass, he felt like a conqueror. Like a barbarian enjoying his spoils. It was heady, dangerously addictive, and he didn’t care.
Mine.
He lost track of time. They were both moaning and drenched in sweat and still he refused to go faster, not wanting it to end. Ken struggled against the belt, but Brady wouldn’t give in.
Don’t want to stop. So tight. Don’t want it to end.
“Brady,” Ken shouted. “Let me come.”
“Beg me,” he rasped.
“Please, Brady. I’m begging you to fuck me harder. Faster. I need that thick cock. I need to come. Please. I’ll do anything.”
This time it got through, a panicked thread in Ken’s voice that he understood. “You need it that bad? Then come for me, baby. Come with me.”
His hips picked up a swift, hard rhythm that had Ken shouting in relief and arousal. “Oh yeah. Harder. Don’t hold back. Fuck, I’m so close. Brady it’s too—”
Brady didn’t hold back. He couldn’t. His own needs had taken the wheel, racing toward the one destination he knew he needed. When the crash came it exploded around him and he shook with it, his whole body reeling as it spun him into oblivion.