Game on
Dante
“Shhh, a few moments of pleasure won’t undo the evidence you’re trying to get, Detective Rex,” I whispered into his ear, my hand moving slowly down his chest.
His whole body went stiff against me. I could feel his heart hammering like crazy, and damn, it was doing things to me. The bathroom was small, barely enough space for both of us, and I had him trapped between the sink and my body.
“Boss, I don’t know what you’re talking about—” He tried to turn around to face me, but I pressed him against the bathroom wall. He didn’t need to see me.
“Do you actually think I’m a fucking fool?” I breathed out a chuckle, moving my hand lower. “It’s obvious you’re a cop, and attempting to deceive me is quite insulting. The way you walk, the way you talk, even the way you breathe screams cop.”
He continued to struggle against me, but I was stronger, keeping him still. “You’re drunk, you don’t know what you’re saying—”
“Am I?” I chuckled and pressed my lips to his neck, my heavy breath caressing his skin. I felt him tense up. “I wasn’t drunk, baby. I was testing you.”
“What?” His voice was barely a whisper.
“Did you really think I’d get wasted around someone I just met? I’m not some shitty lightweight, Detective.” I bit his earlobe gently, sucking gently. “I wanted to see what you’d do.”
“Please, I—” His voice cracked, he was relentless. Despite being held down, I felt him trying to push my hand away, which was already wrapped around his hard dick.
“Look at you, so fucking hard for me,” I whispered, and he whimpered. The sound went straight to my dick. This rush of pleasure was unprecedented.
“Stop, please stop—” But his body was saying something else entirely. His hips pushed forward into my hand, and I chuckled darkly.
“Tell me to stop and mean it, Rex.” I paused my movements. “Tell me you don’t want to feel this release.” I licked from his ear down to his shoulder. “Tell me my rough hands aren’t what you need right now.”
He was quiet for a long moment, his breathing heavy. He was at war with himself. The fight between being rational and indulging in something so immoral was taking a toll on him to the extent sweat beads formed on his neck.
He gritted his teeth. “I… I can’t—”
“Can’t what? Can’t tell me to stop or can’t admit you want this?”
“Just shut up!” Though harsh, it was clear as day that he was trying to be smarter. That he was not a slave to his desires.
“Your mouth says no, but your cock says yes, Detective.” I worked his zipper down with my other hand still gripping his thick, hard dick. “So fucking big.” I sucked on his earlobe again.
A moan tore out from him. “Dante, don’t—” He was breathing so hard now, his hands flat against the wall.
“Say my name again.” I wrapped my hand around him, and he moaned louder than before. “That’s it, baby.”
“This is not right, this is so fucking wrong—” But he was already moving in my hand, his head thrown back, biting on his lower lip as if seeking to draw blood.
“Wrong feels good though, doesn’t it?” I stroked him slowly, torturously. “I bet this wasn’t what you expected. This wasn’t how you imagined getting caught would feel like.” I chuckled. “Does it feel good?”
“It does—”
“Yes, it does.” I squeezed him, and he gasped. “Your body doesn’t lie, Rex. Look at yourself.”
I grabbed his chin and forced him to look at our reflection. His face was flushed, lips parted, eyes dark with lust. He looked like the painting of lust itself.
“Look how pretty you are like this,” I whispered. “Look how good you look falling apart for me.”
“I can’t, I can’t do this—” But he was already moving in my hand, his head thrown back, resting on my shoulder, biting his lip to stifle his moans.
“You can and you will.” I stroked him faster. “You’re gonna cum for me, Detective. You’re gonna cum for the man who you’re supposed to be after.”
“Don’t say that, please don’t—”
“But it’s true, isn’t it? You’re melting in my arms, tearing yourself apart for my entertainment.” I twisted my wrist, and he cried out.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” His whole body was trembling now, I could feel him close.
“That’s it, give it to me.” I worked him harder, faster. “Come on, baby. Let go.”
“Dante, I’m—” He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood.
“I know, I can feel it. You’re so close.” I whispered filthy things in his ear until he was shaking. “Cum for me, Detective. Cum for Daddy.”
That did it. He cried out and spilled all over my hand, his knees buckling. I held him up against the wall as he came down from his high.
His cum was thick and white on my fingers, sticky but not disgusting. It smelled healthy. I quickly dropped my hands, taking the tempting sight out of mind.
He was breathing like he’d run a marathon, his face flushed and eyes wild. The way his jaw tightened and the look in his eyes—it was palpable the guilt was tearing him apart.
“This is just the beginning, Rex.” I brought my hand to my mouth and licked it clean. His eyes went wide with shock. “Sweet dreams, Detective.”
He pushed past me and ran out like the devil was chasing him. I laughed as I heard the door slam. He was too embarrassed to face me. It was quite funny to watch.
I walked back to my bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. My own cock was hard as hell, but I ignored it. This wasn’t about getting off. This was about control.
I pulled out my phone and scrolled through Rex’s file. His real file, not the fake one he thought we had.
“Game on, baby.”