by Alexa Land
Four clients in one day was really too much, but I had to make up for the time I’d taken off at Christmas. That was why I had four appointments again tomorrow. I’d recently wiped out most of my savings to pay this quarter’s tuition, and payment for next quarter was due in just a couple months.
When I’d worked the street, it wasn’t unusual to get fucked by as many as a dozen men a night. But each of those encounters would last only a matter of minutes. Clients who used escort services paid a lot of money for an hour of my time, and they most often made a point of using all of that hour (or even two or three hours, like that Dom). It was tough to endure such long sessions.
I went to bed and burrowed under the covers. It was only seven, I still had a little time to recuperate before Kieran came over. After a while, my phone buzzed on the nightstand, and I tilted it to face me. Kieran had texted, telling me he was running late because he’d gotten wrapped up with something at work. That was a good thing, actually. I didn’t want to be so out of sorts when he got here, and this would give me more time to rest and to get a grip.
It was almost nine thirty by the time he arrived, and when I opened the door, my jaw dropped. Kieran was dressed in full police uniform with a dark blue shirt and pants, badge, and a little engraved name tag that said K. Nolan, his hat in his hands. All that was missing was the holster and gun. I mumbled, “Please tell me you’re a stripper.”
He grinned at that. “God no. I would suck as a stripper, I have no moves whatsoever. I’d be up on stage doing the chicken dance from my cousin Maureen’s wedding.” But when he saw how stunned I was, he grew serious. “I know a lot of people hate cops, but please tell me you’re not one of them.”
“Oh. Um, no. This was just really unexpected. Come in,” I stammered, stepping back and trying to pull up a veneer of practiced calm. I didn’t hate the police exactly, but they did make me really uncomfortable. I’d had a bad experience with them a while back. And the fact that I did something illegal for a living only added to my unease around them.
Kieran came and stood right in front of me as I shut the door. “This makes you nervous, though,” he said, resting a fingertip on his badge. “I should have told you I was a cop, I didn’t know it would be a big deal. Actually, I thought you’d probably already have guessed it, since you know I’m Jamie’s cousin and most of our family is in law enforcement.”
I didn’t say anything for a long moment, trying to calm my nerves and put this in perspective. That was a little challenging, since I was already barely holding it together after the day I’d had. Normally, this might not have made me feel so rattled and vulnerable.
He continued, “I didn’t say anything about it during our weekend together because my job’s pretty stressful, and I was trying to go with that living-in-the-moment thing, instead of venting about work.” I nodded, but still remained silent.
Unexpectedly, Kieran got down on his knees and looked up at me, putting his hat on the floor beside him. “It’s still me, I’m the same person. Please try to look past the uniform, Christopher,” he said softly. Hesitantly, he put his hands on my waist and rested his cheek against my stomach.
Just as hesitantly, I reached up and stroked his silky hair. I took a deep breath, then another. And I realized this was my problem, not his. It wasn’t Kieran’s fault that I’d developed a criminal mentality, that I saw the police as a threat. And he had nothing to do with the incident that had turned me against the police in the first place. He was the same sweet guy he’d always been.
I bent down and tilted his chin up, my lips finding his. And as soon as I kissed him, my nervousness fell away. The electricity between us was as strong as ever, and I deepened the kiss as he parted his lips for me, tasting his mouth. His big hands slid up my thighs, and he unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, then pulled down my briefs and wrapped his hand around my hardening cock, stroking me as we kissed.
His cerulean eyes locked with mine as I straightened up, and he took my cock in his mouth. And, ok, maybe this is a little perverse, but there was something so incredibly hot about the fact that he was in full uniform while he sucked me. I had never found anything even remotely sexy about a man in uniform, until this moment. Now the juxtaposition of an authority figure on his knees made my cock throb.
I ran a hand around to the back of his head and thrust carefully, and Kieran moaned with pleasure, his eyes sliding shut. So I thrust just a little more, sliding a couple inches in and out of his warm, wet mouth. He pulled off me for just a moment and looked up at me as he whispered, “Harder. Please,” before taking my cock in his mouth again.
I knew he was really inexperienced, and I also knew it was all too easy for this to turn from pleasurable to miserable. So I kept my thrusts short, contained, the hand on the back of his head there to guide, not restrain. He grabbed my butt with one hand while he fumbled with his zipper, freeing his straining cock from his uniform, and stroked himself while he sucked me. After a couple minutes he pulled off me and begged, his voice rough, “Please Christopher, harder. Fuck my mouth.” He engulfed my cock again, sucking me with all he had, and I increased my thrusts incrementally, watching him closely for the first sign of distress.
Kieran looked up at me again as my cock slid between his wet lips. I loved it when he did that, locking eyes with me at the most intimate moments. And his eyes told me everything I needed to know – how much he wanted this, how much he trusted me, how connected we were to each other. I thrust just a little harder and he moaned around my cock.
My orgasm was building, and I said, “Do you want me to cum in your mouth, Kieran?” I knew I was clean, that wasn’t my concern. I just wasn’t sure if he was ready for something like this.
But he nodded as much as he could and murmured, “Mmhmm,” around my cock. I increased the tempo of my thrusts, still being careful not to take him too roughly, and in the next moment I was crying out and unloading down his throat as he sucked me, his sweet, wet, warm mouth drawing every drop of cum from my balls. He swallowed me down without hesitation, lost in the moment, and then cried out as his own orgasm sprayed across the floor, sucking me throughout it.
He eased off me carefully when we were both spent. I stepped out of my jeans and briefs and held my hand out to him, helping him to his feet. We were still right beside the front door to my apartment. I led him to the bedroom and pulled him onto the mattress with me, wrapping my arms around him, and Kieran held on to me tightly, his head on my chest as we caught our breath.
After a while he said quietly, “I think I’ve always known I was gay. But the fact that I’m so submissive is news to me. I never saw myself like that, it’s not who I am at work or in any other aspect of my life. I don’t really know what to make of it.”
I mulled that over before saying, “I’m curious why you never slept with any men before me.”
He shrugged and said, “Lots of reasons, I guess. For one thing, I grew up being told it was wrong to be gay. To say my father was homophobic is putting it mildly. I knew he was wrong and bigoted, but even so, his prejudice affected me. It made me think I had to hide what I was, or risk being rejected by everyone I cared about.”
He was quiet for a while before saying, “I told you my dad passed away a few months ago. Of course when he died, it’s not like my first thought was ‘hey, now I can come out of the closet!’ I had a lot to deal with. I still do. But then you came along, and I was just so attracted to you….” After a moment he added quietly, “You’ve been really good for me, Christopher. You’re patient and understanding, and I like how uncomplicated this is.”
Uncomplicated, little did he know. As if there was anything uncomplicated about a cop going to bed with a prostitute.
He kissed me gently. We made out for a long time, soft and tender slowly evolving into hot and heavy. “Please fuck me,” he whispered after a while.
“God yes,” I murmured as I cupped his ass with both hands, pushing my erection against his.
“Uniform on or off?” he asked.
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“On.”
He got on his knees and grinned at me over his shoulder. “It’s growing on you.” He slid his dark blue pants and his boxers down to just below his butt and fell forward onto his hands.
“You’ve single-handedly made the uniform hot,” I told him with a smile as I prepped his little hole with lube and first one, then two fingers. “I’d never have thought it possible.”
He chuckled at that. “Yeah, I’ve never seen the appeal, myself. But I’m glad you’ve gotten past your initial disgust and somehow turned it into a positive.”
“Not disgust, just surprise. I thought you were probably a college student, it never occurred to me that you’re a cop.”
“I graduated from U.C. Davis two years ago. I’m twenty-three, how old are you?”
“Twenty. I’ll be twenty-one at the end of this month.”
Kieran smiled and said, “I love that we’re comfortable enough with each other to have a normal conversation while your fingers are inside me.”
I smiled too. “It’s probably a little weird that we’re carrying on a conversation right now. I should make you stop talking.”
“Oh yeah? How are you going to do that?”
“Like this.” I crooked my fingers and began massaging his prostate.
He cried out and dropped from his hands to his elbows, thrusting his gorgeous ass up in the air. All he could manage was, “Mmmmm,” as I kept up the stimulation for another minute.
Finally I couldn’t wait any longer and rolled on a condom with one hand, my other still inside him. I withdrew my fingers and immediately replaced them with my cock, and began taking him hard and fast, grabbing his hips and pulling him back onto me.
“I love having you inside me,” he ground out, his voice gravelly as he bounced on my cock, meeting each thrust into him with a hard thrust back. I picked up my pace, the sound of my body slapping against his filling the room, and he begged, “Please Christopher, don’t hold back. Make me ache, make it so I feel you in me for the next few days, so no matter where I am, what I’m doing, I’m reminded of this.”
I got up into a crouch and gave him exactly what he asked for, driving myself into him almost brutally, and the harder I fucked him the louder his chant of, “Yes, yes, yes!” Kieran writhed under me and threw his head back, pure sex, wild and primal. His words degenerated into grunts and yells as he completely gave himself over to me. I came so hard that the room spun, but even after I came, I kept thrusting into him. I needed more. I needed this to not end yet. I needed…oh God, I knew what I needed.
I pulled out of him and asked, my voice rough, “Will you fuck me, Kieran?” He looked surprised but he nodded, and when I asked him to lay on his back he complied immediately. I yanked off my rubber and threw it on the floor, then rolled a new condom onto his cock and slicked it quickly. Straddling his body, I guided him into me as we both moaned with pleasure. I fell forward and held his gaze as I rode him, and when he said my name, it came out as a gasp.
I unbuttoned his uniform and ran my hands up his smooth, bare chest as I fucked myself onto him. When he came he arched up off the bed, holding onto my waist, crying out as wave after wave of his orgasm tore from his body. It was so intense that aftershocks rocked him for a long time afterward as he continued to thrust into me.
Finally when he was spent, I collapsed onto his chest and he held me securely and kissed my hair. When he caught his breath he whispered, “I assumed you didn’t like that. You avoided it during our weekend together.”
“I don’t always like it. But it’s different with you.” What an understatement.
“How so?”
I tucked my head into the space between his neck and shoulder and said softly, “Normally, when I bottom I feel helpless and out of control. But you don’t make me feel like that. You make me feel—” I almost said safe, but then realized how waifish that sounded. So instead I said, “You make me feel like I can trust you.”
He tightened his arms around me. “Same here.”
We were quiet for a while until I asked idly, still curled against his chest and running a finger along the edge of the badge pinned to his open shirt, “Do you like being a police officer?”
“Yeah. It’s the only thing I’ve ever wanted to do. Granted, some days the job sucks, because I deal with people at their absolute worst. But I like making a difference.”
I mulled that over, and he asked softly, “Is it ok if I spend the night here?”
“God yes. I want you to stay with me,” I murmured as I snuggled against him, his cock still inside me.
Chapter Nine
The next morning, I was awakened by gentle fingers brushing my hair from my face. I was on my stomach near the edge of the mattress, and raised my lids to find Kieran at eye level with me, a sweet smile on his lips.
“Hi baby,” he said softly. “I’m sorry to wake you, but I have to get going. I’m working a double today, it’s a big day down at the station. I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye.”
I sat up a little and pushed my hair back. He was kneeling beside the bed, fully dressed in his uniform, his hat again in his hand. I ran my fingertips over his cheek and traced the sexy curve of his lips, which made him smile, bringing out his lone dimple. “You’re even beautiful in the morning,” he told me.
I rolled my eyes at that as I fell back against the mattress. “You’re delusional,” I told him. “But very cute. You know, for a cop.” I gave him a big smile.
He grinned at me and leaned in and kissed me so incredibly tenderly. Then he told me, “I’m going to come over after work tonight, around ten p.m. if that’s ok. And not just so you can fuck me.” He brushed the hair from my eyes again and said, “Tonight, I want us to renegotiate.”
“Renegotiate what?”
“The terms of our agreement.”
“Kieran—”
“I know you said you don’t date, and you don’t want a relationship. I thought I was on the same page, and that this friends with benefits thing would be a good solution. We’d still get to be together, but without strings or complications.” He scooped up my hand and said, “But Christopher, I want more. I want you. Screw the complications! I want us to date. I want to introduce you to my friends. I want you to be a part of my life, and I want to be a part of yours.” He kissed the hand he was holding, and then he let go of me and got up. “Just think about it. I’ll see you in thirteen hours. At which point, let the negotiations begin.” He winked at me, and turned and left the bedroom. A moment later, I heard the front door open and close.
I stared at the ceiling for a while, mulling all of that over. The phone on my nightstand buzzed after a few minutes, and I glanced at the text. It was from Hunter, asking if we were still meeting at the studio on campus today.
Instead of answering his question, I texted: Kieran wants us to start dating.
He wrote back: Is that what you want?
It’s impossible with my job, was my reply.
The phone rang in my hand, and when I pushed the on button, Hunter said, “You can date. You’re not the first hooker in the history of the world to try to have a relationship. If he really wants to be with you, he’ll deal with it.”
“How do you envision that scenario? Every day, I’d gave him a cheerful wave and say, ‘bye honey, see you after work!’ and then I’d go out and get screwed by a bunch of guys? He’d have to have zero self-esteem to agree to that shit.”
Hunter said, “Well admittedly, it’s not ideal.”
“Also, guess what he does for a living?”
“With that bod, I’m going with male stripper.”
“I wish. No, I found out last night he’s a cop.”
“Oh shit.”
“Uh huh.”
“Does he know what you do for a living?”
“No. I’ve managed to avoid bringing it up, he just thinks I’m an art student. I’m sure he’ll be thrilled when he finds out the truth.”
“Well,” Hunter s
aid, “if you really want to date him, I guess you’re just going to have to quit your job.”
“Oh yeah, because it’s so easy to make the money I need doing anything else.”
Hunter paused for a moment, then said gently, “Maybe the job’s not the issue. Maybe you’re afraid of having a relationship, and are looking for excuses to avoid dating so you won’t get too close to anyone.”
“I know that’s part of it, actually,” I admitted.
Have you ever actually been in a relationship?”
“Just once, a long time ago. It…didn’t end well.”
“Let me ask you something,” he said. “Do you like Kieran? Do you want to be with him?”
“Yeah. God, I really do.”
“So you’ll figure out how to make this work. You’ll find another way to make a living if it comes to that.”
“I have to finish school,” I persisted. “I promised myself I’d see it through, no matter what. And that means I have to keep turning tricks, which in turn means I can’t date anyone.”
“Is there some reason you’re not just taking out student loans like everyone else?”
I sighed and said, “Yeah. There’s a reason.”
“Because everyone’s eligible, you know. You don’t even need good credit, or proof of income, or whatever.”
“I know.”
“The only reason you’d possibly be turned down is if, like, you were worth a million dollars or something. Every other person on the planet is eligible for financial aid. I think they’d probably even give student loans to murderers on death row, as long as they weren’t sentenced to be executed before they could repay the loan.”
“I know you mean well, Hunter, but I have actually looked into financial aid. I’m not an idiot. If I thought there was some alternative to selling my body, don’t you think I’d be doing it?”
“I don’t know,” he said, shifting the phone. “I mean, you’ve been turning tricks a long time, right?”
“Five years.”
“Christ, you started when you were fifteen?”
