by J. D. Walker
Once we settled on the couch, I started the Luke Cage episode over again. I really liked the lead character, and he reminded me a little of Simms, who quickly finished his dessert before settling on the cushions with my head in his lap. It was comfortable, the two of us there, Rapunzel finding her own spot to be petted and spoiled.
We ended up watching two episodes, and when they were done, the cat had disappeared, and Simms was sitting up, with me straddling his lap. “I’m not too heavy for you, am I?”
“Nope. You’re just right, so stop worrying about it.” He kissed my nose. “I had a nice time this evening.”
Smiling, I said, “Thanks for coming over and bringing dinner.” I ran my fingers over his moustache and beard, loving the sensation from the texture.
Simms ran a hand through my hair and played with a few strands. “It was my pleasure. I wanted a chance to spend some time together before our date. I needed to see you and didn’t want to wait a week.”
“I’m glad you did,” I replied, and kissed him softly before laying my head on his shoulder. “This is nice. We should do this again, and sex is optional, though not unwelcome.”
I felt Simms’s hand rubbing my back as he lay his head on top of mine. “As much as I want to fuck you into oblivion, it’s also nice to just cuddle.” We remained like that for a little while, breathing together until I realized how late it was from the clock on the small table next to the couch.
Reluctantly, I moved off his lap and stood, knees popping. “I’ve got to get some shut eye, and you probably need sleep, too, hmm?” He took my hand and I helped him up before escorting him to the door and opening it.
“I do. My place is a good hour from here, though. I’ll be exhausted by the time I get home.” He rubbed a hand down his face and sighed. “I’ll call or text you during the week when I can.” He reached out and yanked me closer before taking my mouth hostage in the best way possible. When my cock was impossibly hard and I was ready to pound him into the floor, he stepped back.
“Don’t forget me, now, okay?” He winked at me and I swatted his firm, toned butt before he walked down the hall to the elevator, leaving me trying to catch my breath as I leaned against the doorjamb. This week couldn’t go by fast enough.
Chapter 5
The next day was brutal, as expected, and by the time the week had ended and Saturday came around, I was more than ready for a break. In fact, I was pretty close to calling it quits. I was so tired of the drama. When Simms called me after midnight, however, I knew something was up.
We’d been texting back and forth throughout the week, quick missives to say hello or send something dirty which just left me hot and bothered. I was so ready to see him on Sunday, it wasn’t funny. Somehow, though, I didn’t think it was going to happen.
“Fitz, you’re going to hate me,” he began over the phone, and I could almost see him rubbing his head in frustration.
“Not possible. You have to work, don’t you?” I tried not to sigh, because I knew to expect this, but I’d been so looking forward to seeing him.
“Yup. And it’s grizzly. People are out for blood and they want results fast. I’m going to have to cancel our date, sweetness, but is it okay if I stop by sometime, even if it’s late, just to see you? Would that be okay?” Aww.
“Hell yeah. In fact, I’ll leave a spare key at the precinct so you can come by whenever you want. You need a place to crash that’s not an hour away in the middle of a volatile investigation.”
Silence. And then, “You would do that? You trust me that much? I mean, I know we haven’t known each other long, but—”
“You’re still an arrogant know-it-all, but yes, I do trust you, as short as it’s been. It’s actually refreshing to have someone be as up front and bold, if brash, as you are, though it’s sometimes hard to take. You’re not perfect, and neither am I, okay? And I want you to feel comfortable with whatever it is we have going on. Whatever you need, I’ll be here.”
“I could kiss you.”
“Save it for the next time you see me. Go on, I know you’re busy.”
“Thank you. I’ll look for that key. Bye for now.” And he was gone. I was disappointed, but I felt good about my decision to give him access to my place.
* * * *
I dropped off the key at the precinct on my way home from grocery shopping the next day. Simms wasn’t there, but I kind of expected that. I didn’t have to work on Monday or Tuesday, having taken two personal days. I wasn’t sure what I would do with the time off. I’d had a vague plan of snuggling with Simms whenever possible, but with his schedule, who knew?
I ended up sleeping in on Monday, and by Tuesday afternoon, I was resigned to not hearing from Simms at all. I could understand why his previous partners had gotten upset about his schedule, but with my own work habits, and the irregular hours I’d kept caring for my dad, I knew what he was going through, and I could live with it.
I was lying in bed on Tuesday night when I heard the door to my apartment open. I sat up in bed and turned on the lamp next to me. “Simms?” I called out, receiving a grunt in response. Pretty soon, I heard heavy footsteps coming toward me, and there he was, exhausted, eyes drooping, and gun belt in one hand.
“Hey, did I wake you?” he asked, coming over to sit on the edge of the mattress near me.
“I was awake,” I replied. “You can put the gun in one of the drawers over there.” I pointed to the piece of furniture against the wall. “You want to clean up? Can you stay long?”
He leaned over and rested his forehead against mine. “I’m so tired I can’t see straight. Can I stay until you leave for work in the morning?”
I ran a hand over his jaw. “Stay as long as you like. You have a key, remember?”
He blinked at me, then smiled. “Right.” I watched him stand slowly and stash his gun before stripping down to his underwear and socks. “You have a spare toothbrush?”
“In the cabinet above the sink.”
“Cool. Be right back.”
As Simms took care of business in the bathroom, I got up and went to the kitchen to grab him a beer. He looked like he needed it. When I returned, he was sitting on the other side of the bed, rubbing his eyes.
“Here,” I said, handing him the bottle before scooting under the blanket. Rapunzel was now curled up on the edge of the bed, ignoring us.
“Thanks,” he replied before guzzling it down. He set the bottle on the floor, then fetched his cell phone to place it nearby. “Let’s hope and pray the damn thing doesn’t go off before I get at least three hours of sleep.” I silently wished for the same.
I turned off the lamp and we snuggled together under the covers. His warm, mildly sweaty scent wrapped around me, along with his legs and arms. I felt secure, and soon, I was fast asleep.
* * * *
I awoke with a groan, my hips pumping slowly as my dick was wrapped in moist heat. Eyes barely open, I watched Simms’s mouth as my cock disappeared inside it, over and over again. God, the sight of him mastering my rigid length, licking, sucking, pulling on my balls made me writhe and beg to come, which happened mere minutes later.
While I was still catching my breath, Simms pushed my legs up and back, and spit cum into my hole, working his finger in and out, adding another gradually until I was humping his hand like a greedy slut. I soon felt his cock against my hole, nudging against me. I looked down and saw he was already wrapped.
Fuck, I wanted him deep within me, and I wanted it yesterday. I grabbed his face and pulled him down to kiss messily, pushing back against his cock until it popped inside. Slowly, we worked it, back and forth, until he was fully seated. Christ, how he felt. I squeezed his dick, causing him to jerk, and then he fucked me raw, no ceremony necessary. I would have screamed had his mouth not been busy with mine. The moans and grunts and snarls we exchanged pushed us so far over the edge, the fall into oblivion was bliss.
When he pulled out and tossed the condom aside a while later, my alarm beeped.
I turned it off and just lay there, panting. “Good morning to you, too,” I said, and Simms turned and hugged me close, his leg over my hip as he nuzzled my neck and squeezed my ass.
“Best morning yet,” he replied, and I didn’t care about morning breath or how sticky we were, because he was here, with me, in my bed, and I’d just had the best sex of my life.
I nibbled on his bottom lip. “Did you sleep okay?”
He played with a strand of my hair, which he seemed to like to do. “I slept pretty solid. Probably get some more after you leave. Can I make you breakfast, or something?”
How sweet was this man? And so unexpected. “Thanks, no. I don’t eat anything until later in the day. I subsist on coffee until break time.”
“Well, I guess you need to get ready, huh?” The kiss and grope he gave me didn’t encourage me to move, and in fact, it was half an hour before I finally rolled out of bed and ran around getting ready, ass sore and still begging for more. But later.
“Damn, you look fine in that uniform,” Simms said, whistling as I walked over to where he lay in the bed fifteen minutes later, my white sheets stark against his dark skin. God, he was fine.
I snorted. “You’re not getting a blowjob, no matter how nicely you compliment me.” I leaned down to kiss him softly. “Eat whatever you want. Fridge is full. Text me later, okay?”
“Will do.” I gave him a little wave and then hurried out the door to get to work, hoping I wouldn’t be late, and not caring that much either way.
* * * *
When Randy saw me at lunch time, he gave me the once-over as I moved gingerly on my chair. “My, my, don’t you look like you got laid recently.”
I grinned proudly. “Who wants to know?”
“As if the beard burn wasn’t enough.” He narrowed his eyes. “Wait. It wasn’t that fucker Jerry, was it? He’s out of the picture, right?” This was why Randy was my best friend.
“Right. No, this is Simms, the pain-in-the-ass detective.”
“I bet he was, too,” Randy said, smirking when I whacked him on the shoulder. “Hey, truth hurts, in more ways than one, doesn’t it?” He laughed at my glare. “Need a pillow for your tender butt?”
“I’m never going to hear the end of this, am I?”
“Did you ever find the end of it?” I threw a French fry at him and he threw it back. Randy tried to behave, eventually. “And it’s only fair. I’ve been torturing you with my pregnancy news, now you get to torture me with the new man in your life. So, when do we get to meet him?”
“What? Come on, it’s not like that.” I stared him, wide-eyed.
Randy looked at me seriously. “In all the years I’ve known you, Fitz, you’ve never looked this happy about anything. This job sucks, and I know you could do better, but you stick it out anyway. At least you’re doing something for you, for a change. That’s all I’m saying. Keep it up.”
Maybe I would.
* * * *
It was another two weeks and just after Halloween when Simms and I finally had our date. He’d been told to take a couple days off since he’d been working a case for three days straight and it had just broken the night before. This wasn’t to say that we hadn’t been having sex in the meantime. But we’d also tried to find a few minutes a day just to check in and see how the other was doing. It was so different from what I’d had with Jerry—with anyone, really. Simms and I were forging a connection, trying to have an adult relationship where, yes, the sex was smoking, but we did other things, too.
After a meal spent teasing each other with forks and suggestive licks, we went to see a play that was hilarious. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had so much fun, and in the company of a person I admired. When it was over, we decided to hang out at a bar I used to frequent when I’d been single and desperate. Now I had a boyfriend of sorts, it was nice to walk hand-in-hand with the hottest guy in the room, no contest. I had to swat the roaming fingers of other patrons away from Simms—and me, too, surprisingly—though he thought my actions were funny, and arousing. Whenever I glowered at someone, it made him hot. Such a crazy person.
“That glare of death makes me want to strip you naked and fuck. I don’t know why,” he murmured in my ear as we danced to a slow song, arms around each other, surrounded by other couples in various stages of seduction. I could just hear Simms above the noise around us.
“They’re taking too many liberties. Someone has to teach them some manners.”
His hand squeezed my ass and stayed there. I liked his manners just fine. “Is that what you were like as a professor?” Simms asked before biting my left earlobe.
My breath hitched before I said, “Stern, unyielding? Sure. But I think the students respected me, and they learned their lessons, which was all I could ever ask for.”
“Why don’t you go back to that?” He was nibbling on my chin, which made it hard to think. What was he saying?
“Teaching?” I replied after a moment. “I haven’t thought about it in a while. And I don’t know if I could still do that.” He ground our hips together in a slow circle, and my thoughts were in danger yet again.
“Of course, you can. But in the spirit of practice, take me to school, Mr. Professor.”
I laughed and rolled my eyes. “What is wrong with you?” Though I was not so secretly turned on by this. By him. My brain was turning to mush and I didn’t care.
He grinned while dancing us through the crowd over to a surprisingly empty, secluded dark corner and pushed me against a wall, pressing close. “It’s you, just you. I want to be with you all the time. Smell you. Taste you. Talk to you.” He licked my ear. “You’re what I think about at a crime scene when I need something good to ward off the really bad stuff.” He sucked on my neck above the collar. “You drive me crazy.”
When we finally kissed, the rest of the world faded away.
* * * *
His taste was addictive. I’d gotten to know a lot about Simms over the past few weeks, but I really loved it when we kissed. It was like nothing else mattered. I held his face in my hands, the slide of our tongues sensuous as we humped each other, just a little bit. He made me feel like a teenager, unable to help the lust coursing through me when it came to him.
Simms slid his hands down to grab my butt, one of his favorite things to do. He held on tight, rotating our hips so I was aware of how hard we both were. I was ready to blow already, uncaring of whether or not we had an audience. He kissed down my chin, and I tilted my head back against the wall so he could suck on my Adam’s apple and leave his mark wherever he wanted. He owned me, body and soul. I moaned softly at that thought.
I barely heard him say, “So sexy,” against my throat with all the noise around us. He should talk.
I grabbed his head and pulled him back up to attack his lips, open-mouthed and needy as we continued frotting, heading for the finish line, clothing and all. My hips stuttered as I shot in my underwear, groaning into his mouth even as I sucked on his tongue, causing Simms’s grip on my ass to become bruising just as he came.
Fuck, that was hot. We kissed languidly then, lips sore and coming down from our high, and I was aware of the world around us once more, though we were still in our own little bubble.
After one last kiss and nibble, he rested his head on my shoulder and I hugged him tight, not wanting to ever let go.
Chapter 6
Walking to my truck was an uncomfortable affair, but at least I wasn’t the only one. Simms kept his hand possessively on my butt the whole time, and I couldn’t find it in myself to complain. I liked that he wanted to proclaim that we belonged together to the world.
Thankfully, the shirt I wore covered my crotch, and Simms was dressed in leather, so our recent activities weren’t visible. I hadn’t had enough, though. Not by a long shot. I needed more.
When we were back in my apartment, I was ready to blow once again since Simms had been massaging my wet crotch and talking dirty for the entire fifteen-minute trip. Two could pl
ay this game, though. Time for some payback.
Rapunzel was fed and had slunk off somewhere. When Simms reached out to grab me, I dodged his hand and moved to the kitchen. “Coffee?” I asked as I filled the pot with water. My cock tented my pants, but it could wait, just a little bit.
My lover came up behind me and trapped me against the stove, hard dick poking my butt. “You really want coffee right now, Fitz?” he asked, biting my neck and placing a firm arm around my middle to pull me closer to his chest, and his cock. My hole clenched reflexively.
My breath hitched but I kept going. “I’m positive. Coffee, then sex. Deal?”
“You sure, baby?” His breath hot on my neck, Simms used both hands to unbutton my shirt and rub my stomach and love handles, something he loved to do, almost more than grabbing my butt. “I need you, baby, and I know you’re hard as a rock, too.” He proved his point by grasping my rigid cock through my jeans, wet spot be damned.
I wanted to break my resolve, but it would be good to wait. Hotter. “I’m sure, and I think you can wait, Detective.” I turned my head and gave him my stern professor look. Then, I licked my lips. “But you can kiss me until the water boils.”
His eyes dilated as he grabbed my hair in his fists and latched onto my mouth with a mission. It would seem he had a kink. The only reason we stopped making out was because the kettle started whistling. By that time, my lips were bruised in the best way possible and I’d added more wetness to my underwear. Licking my lips, I moved away and found coffee cups in one of the cabinets.
I could feel Simms’s eyes on me, but I did my best to ignore him. He waited until I’d poured the hot water on the instant coffee grounds before taking the cups to the small round kitchen table and sitting next to me. He ignored his coffee to pinch my nipples instead. No fair.
I tried. I really did. But when he leaned over to suck, lick and blow on each one, that was it. My half-finished coffee was hastily set on the table, liquid sloshing and Simms’s untouched as I dragged him behind me to my bedroom.
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