Handcuffs and Lace: By the Balls

by Mia Watts

  Nathan’s eyes darted back to the road, and he shook his head roughly. His fingers itched to do what he’d been told, yet he managed to resist.

  “What are your hands like?” Trick demanded to know. “Gun calloused, or smooth?”

  “Stop what you’re doing,” Nathan pleaded. God, he sounded so pathetic and weak.

  “I will when I’m done. When we’re both done.”

  “What? No! There’s nothing to finish here. Nothing. No hands. No touching.” Nathan squirmed in his seat wishing he didn’t feel the man’s heavy gaze boring into his lap.

  “That’s not what I see,” Trick teased. “You’re hard. And you’re wearing boxers. Your cock escaped them and is pressing your head against your pants.”

  “Stop looking!”

  “You’re cut. Circumcised. Even if I didn’t already know that, I can see the rim of your cockhead, Nathan. There’s a wet spot forming too. You can lie, but I know you like it.”

  “Shut up. Shut the fuck up.” Nathan swerved slightly, distracted enough to have drifted out of his lane. His heart raced. One yell at the sleeping agent would rouse him. Yet no matter how he insisted he didn’t want Trick to touch himself, Nathan couldn’t make himself wake up diNossi.

  A breathy laugh escaped Trick’s lips, followed by another long groan. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Trick’s hips lift to his fist rhythmically.

  “Oh, God,” Trick gasped. “This one’s for you, Agent Rohn.”

  The half-swallowed guttural shudder greeted the flash of white in Nathan’s peripheral. The man’s chest rose and fell rapidly and his hand came to a stop.

  “I bet you’re more amazing in bed than against a wall,” Trick murmured.

  “You make a lot of bets,” Nathan replied lamely. He needed another subject. Any subject. Fast. His balls were tight and uncomfortable. “I had a pet rabbit when I was nine.” Okay, that would work.

  “What?” Trick asked, confusion evident in his voice.

  “Hopper. His name was Hopper. Until he got pregnant and then we realized he was a she.”

  Trick started laughing. The man was far too jovial for his situation, Nathan decided.

  “I make you nervous.” Trick’s voice lowered and he leaned toward the center. “Maybe I make you horny.”

  “Hopper had five bunnies. We didn’t change her name even though we knew she was a girl rabbit. We figured Hopper sounded just as much like a girl name as a boy name.”

  “You’re babbling.”

  “So my brothers and I had to give two of the bunnies to the neighbor girls, and we each got one of our own.”

  “It’s cute,” Trick told him. He hadn’t tucked himself away yet, but he’d found tissues in the center console to clean himself.

  “And then,” Nathan said, determined to keep talking. A hand fumbled with his fly. Nathan jerked the wheel, hit the rumble strips and corrected.

  “And then?”

  He should make Trick stop. He should say something about the fact that his zipper had just been lowered and his button clasp released. Somehow talking seemed like the best course of action.

  “I knew it was pretty,” Trick murmured appreciatively when Nathan’s cock leaped out on its own.

  Nathan glanced down. Seeing his freed penis rising from his open zipper had a surreal quality to it. His foot left the accelerator as Trick’s large thick-fingered and scarred hand wrapped blessedly around Nathan’s shaft.

  “The bunnies—” Nathan’s story drifted off pointlessly.

  “Weren’t nearly as smooth and warm as your dick,” Trick finished for him. “Like a butter-leather driveshaft. Hot, hard and in gear. You might want to watch the road.”

  He didn’t know where to look. The road would be the smart choice, but the contrast of battered hand on his pale shaft and the alternate choice of Trick’s flaccid horse-cock still exposed, addled his brain.

  “Bet they didn’t teach you about this dilemma in FBI summer camp,” Trick mused.

  Nathan’s foot was completely off the accelerator now and the car crept along at five miles per hour. Still, the challenge of staying on the two lane road without weaving proved to be a too much for his driving skills.

  Trick’s thumb coasted over Nathan’s wet tip. He spread the moisture over the entire crown, then rubbed the tip of his thumb at the sweet spot just underneath Nathan’s shaft at the base of the flared rim.

  “Wish I had both hands free to do this right,” Trick told him. “I’m not askin’, I’m just telling you that I’d like to get both my hands on your package.”

  His hand swept down the length, into Nathan’s pants and cupped his balls for a gentle massage. In the back of his mind, Nathan became aware that if the man wanted to do some damage to demand his freedom, Nathan had just given him the opportunity. But then logic wasn’t Nathan’s primary operating procedure at the moment. If it had ever been, where Trick was concerned.

  “I’d open your thighs and lick your hole,” Trick said huskily. “I’d play with your nipples, tonguing them until you begged me to bite.”

  Nathan’s foot found the break as he eased to the side of the road. He’d lost this battle. It was mortifying and would cost him his job if diNossi woke up. It should cost him his job. He was a moron. A blissfully erect moron who currently couldn’t see passed his own pleasure and kind of liked the excitement added by the dangerous possibility of getting caught. He didn’t deserve the goddamned badge. And right now, he didn’t care.

  “You’re close. Your balls are already drawn up tight. It won’t take much.”

  Trick took hold of Nathan’s cock again, sliding upward to the tip and giving it a twist. Nathan tried to bite back his moan unsuccessfully. His head fell back, but he couldn’t resist looking at Trick’s penis. With the man up on one hip to reach him better, it draped over his upper thigh, hairy balls and all. He wanted to see the rest of him. He wanted to see Trick’s chest, his naked legs. But an eyeful of languid cock wasn’t discouraging either.

  “I’d cuff you to the bed, then I’d kiss you. I’d own those pouty lips and tug them between my teeth until they turned puffy and pink. I’d taste you, Nathan. Inside your mouth, your flat little nipples, your thighs, and I’d swallow your cock. You’d have to let me. You’d be naked and helpless to stop me from having every part of you.”

  It was coming. The rise of pleasure lifted with each tidal pump of Trick’s fist on Nathan’s cock. Trick taken to rolling the cockhead over Nathan’s tip. Nathan looked down to watch, keeping his hands on the wheel as though by doing so, he wasn’t actively participating.

  The head disappeared and reappeared between Trick’s thumb and fingers. The web of flesh joining them rolled and worked the ridge. Pearly drops squeezed from the hole at the top, and Nathan stared at them, lost to the coaxing of Trick’s slightly painful grip bringing him off.

  It hit him sharply. The swell shook him and he bit down on his lip as orgasm stole his breath and ripped cum from his cock. It spurted over Trick’s hand and onto the steering wheel. He arched into it, letting it take over. Letting Trick take him over until he’d been emptied.

  When he finally opened his eyes again, he saw Trick lift his hand and swipe his tongue along one cum-wet finger. His eyes held Nathan’s. The sinking sensation to the pit of his stomach was unnecessary. He’d just made a huge mistake. Trick had his number. No mistaking it. He’d just been seduced by the roughest mob informant he’d ever laid eyes on. Worse, he wanted to let the man do everything he said he wanted to.

  Pathetic didn’t begin to describe him. He was fucked.

  DiNossi snortled in the back seat. Nathan hurriedly put himself away under the amused gaze of his suspect. Trick wasn’t quite as speedy, taking his time to right his clothing as Nathan pulled back onto the road.

  “At least tell me you’ll call me in the morning,” Trick teased.

  Nathan didn’t answer. There wasn’t an excuse for what he’d just allowed to happen. The car hit the rumble strips as Nathan to
ok the lane out. DiNossi sat up. The silence felt strangely oppressive and he glanced into the rearview mirror. DiNossi stared back at him unflinchingly.

  Dear God. He knew.

  Chapter Five

  Trick hummed as diNossi ushered him into the motel room. He stood outside the bathroom door while Trick took care of business and washed his hands, and he escorted him in equal silence to the bed when he cuffed Trick to the headboard.

  There were volumes of information in that silence. DiNossi knew what had happened in the car. He’d been snoring, but he knew. Nathan looked nervous as hell and pale.

  “Can we at least change which hand is cuffed. My wrist is chafing,” Trick told diNossi.

  “That’s not all you’ve chafed is it?” diNossi muttered under his breath.

  Trick’s gaze followed Nathan’s back as he disappeared from the room on the premise that he’d be back with food.

  “You could get that kid fired,” diNossi commented.

  “So could you,” Trick said, just as conversationally.

  DiNossi smiled knowingly. “He’s going to be pissed when he finds out who you are.”

  “Who I am doesn’t affect the course of his carrier.”

  “It could. Especially after what you pulled in the car. Or should I say who you pulled in the car.”

  Trick sat against the headboard. “You could uncuff me while he’s gone.”

  “And risk the chance that he’d come back and see you freed? The jig would be up.”

  “I like him. He’s a decent kid,” Trick countered. “I won’t say anything to anyone about that. Neither will you.”

  “Are you ordering me, Detective Montgomery?”

  “Now what would be the point in that? I have no authority over you. But off the record, you won’t rat him out.”

  DiNossi studied him for several moments. “His mistake occurred on company time with someone he believes is a suspect on a federal mob case. How do we know he wouldn’t have been equally unprofessional on an actual case? We don’t,” diNossi answered for him. “He’s a liability as an agent. I’m here to report my findings and offer a recommendation for his promotion. Right now, I can’t recommend him.”

  “I met him a week before the case at a bar. We had a thing,” Trick explained, hoping the agent understood. “He’s a kid with a career ahead of him. I worked every angle I could to get that man to trip up, in the car. That was my job. To trip him up.”

  “You succeeded,” diNossi noted.

  “Wasn’t easy.”

  “He looked easy.”

  “He wasn’t,” Trick said again.

  “You enjoyed it a little too much, wouldn’t you say?”

  Trick grinned. “He’s exactly my type. Of course I enjoyed it. After this thing is over, I plan on enjoying him a lot more. Just like I did before you two fake-arrested me.”

  “Good luck with that. You’re a complete lie for him.”

  “Not completely. It’s not like I was ordered to jack him off or jack off for him. I was ordered to distract him from his duty. The way I see it, I’m still on the road to Quantico. Therefore, I haven’t distracted him irreparably. He’s still doing his job and that should count for something.”

  “I suppose you’ll also rationalize that you do have information to give to the Feds about the mob when you get there, so that’s not actual lying either.”

  “Now you’re up to speed,” Trick agreed.

  “Does this mean you’re going to leave him alone now?”

  Trick chuckled. “Not sure I can, diNossi. Not sure I can.”

  “At least until after we have you delivered?”

  “And how would that work? I get dropped off and he leaves. I can hardly see how far the chemistry would take us. I wouldn’t be performing my role either.”

  “You role isn’t to seduce him.”

  “No,” Trick agreed. “But it is to distract him. Can I help it if the best way I’ve found to do that is to get into the kid’s pants?”

  “Ethics, man.”

  “I thought we agreed that I don’t have any.”

  “As evidenced by this afternoon.”

  Trick lifted a shoulder. “Then as fair warning, wear earplugs tonight. I want to make Agent Rohn forget his name and ease the perpetual hard-on he’s given me in the process.”

  “Why couldn’t you have been assigned to a woman?” diNossi muttered. “I should report both of you for this. It would never be acceptable.”

  “You won’t. I know too much about your walk on the wild side.”

  “You see this?” diNossi asked gesturing between them. “This is why Feds and cops don’t get along.”

  “Hey, you suits asked for my help. In fact, you broke the cover I cultivated for over three years to help you with your investigation of Jerome Linder and his questionable businesses. The fact that I’m enjoying this deviation from my long-term plan should be compensation.”

  “You’re a dick. Are you actually saying that Agent Rohn’s cock is payment for a change of plans?”

  “If that’s what you need to hear to let it go, then yeah I’ll say it.”

  DiNossi snorted. “But the truth would be?”

  Trick relaxed a little, smiled when he thought of the look of ecstasy on Nathan’s face that afternoon. “I like him. I’d like him if he weren’t taking me to Quantico, and if I weren’t asked to distract him to test his dedication to getting his job done. I’d still want to see just how far a little heat and chemistry could take us. Unfortunately for you, it’s happening on the job because that’s the only way I have access to him.”

  “You don’t know anything about him.”

  “Sure, I do. I got the bullet point verbal file on him before I was drafted to this little side trip. I know his entire FBI career details and a cursory review of his life history pertinent to finding his weak spots.” Trick’s grin widened. “And the bunnies. I know he had bunnies when he was nine.”

  “Yeah, don’t remind me. I now have a permanent mental picture of you petting his bunny.”

  “Wear earplugs tonight. Or headphones. Whatever it takes, you have to tune out. I want that man under me, and it’s going to happen.”

  DiNossi’s cheeks reddened. The seasoned FBI agent actually blushed. Trick laughed loudly. God, he couldn’t wait to get his hands on Agent Rohn.

  “Put the key to the cuffs within my reach. I’m going to need them,” he told diNossi as he began to formulate a plan.

  * * * *

  It was weirdly quiet when Nathan entered the motel room. Peaceful. It struck him as odd that there’d be any ease to the atmosphere between the two men. After all, diNossi seemed absolutely aware that Trick had jacked Nathan off on the side of the road. And that Nathan had let him.

  God, how humiliating.

  What made it worse was knowing he’d have to find a time to talk to diNossi about it. Find out where his mind was when it came to reporting what he knew to Nathan’s superiors.

  He handed out hamburgers and fries. Trick’s burger looked like a child’s snack in those huge hands of his. Just looking at those rough fingers made Nathan’s cock harden again. He took a seat at the in-room table. He dragged his gaze away to pay attention to his own food, but the raspy promises of what Trick would do to him seemed to linger in his mind.

  It made swallowing difficult. Especially when he sensed Trick watching him eat.

  “We should be at Quantico in another five hundred miles or so,” Nathan said to fill the silence. “We should have kept driving.”

  “My ass was sore,” diNossi answered succinctly. “They know when we’ll be there. We’ve called it in.”

  “Why didn’t they send another chopper?” Nathan asked.

  DiNossi shrugged. “Budget cuts?”

  “Seems strange. Seems equally strange that the chopper would be expected to fly that distance,” Nathan added.

  “That’s where you’re wrong. The plan was to airlift you out to a waiting plane. What happened is you got the
pilot shot. Who was supposed to fly you to the next point, get into a plane and fly you to Virginia?”

  “Oh.”

  “Good job,” diNossi said condescendingly.

  “Wasn’t the kid’s fault. He wasn’t aiming the gun,” Trick jumped in.

  Nathan glared at him. He didn’t need a suspect standing up for him in front of a more experienced agent. “It was my fault. There was too much commotion getting you outside and to the car. I should have been faster.”

  Trick cocked an eyebrow at him. “Okay, then. It’s your fault.” Humor twinkled in the dark blue depths.

  DiNossi sighed, wadded up his wrappers and threw them at the pint-sized garbage can by the television set. He missed. Sprawling onto his back on the second bed, he tucked his hands behind his head. “You take first watch.”

  “What? You slept in the backseat all day. You take first watch,” Nathan argued.

  “Was I? Was I asleep, Agent Bunny-boy?”

  Nathan’s cheeks heated.

  “I’ll take the first watch,” diNossi agreed, seemingly satisfied with Nathan’s embarrassment.

  “We’re leaving at oh-six-hundred,” Nathan grumbled. “You’re driving.”

  “Nice use of military time, Agent Rohn,” Trick replied cheerfully.

  “Fuck you.”

  “Sure, but you’ll have to help me with these pants. I have only one hand free,” Trick answered.

  “I don’t know, Montgomery. You had one hand proverbially tied behind your back last time, and you seemed to function just fine. I say we allow the handicap to stand or that poor boy won’t know what hit him,” diNossi mused. Trick chuckled. His eyes danced. Nathan forced himself to look away. Great, now they were both laughing at him. His face burned with the humiliation. He couldn’t even count on his FBI counterpart to shut the man up. This day couldn’t get any worse.

  “I’m going to keep watch from the car out front. You two keep your hands to yourselves.” DiNossi clicked the remote to a news channel and turned the volume down low. “In case you boys get loud, I want to keep my ears virginal.”