Heated Conspiracies

by Aiden Bates

  “It’s been a while, huh?” I smirked, letting my gaze slide over the perfect lines of his chest. His muscles cut down his body like they’d been sculpted onto him. His arms looked strong—perfectly capable of pinning me down or holding me up. And his lips… “If you don’t want to, you can just say so, Detective. I’m just, ah…aching for it this morning, you could say.”

  “Aching for it, huh?” Kaleb raised an eyebrow, his tongue slipping out across his lips. “Well…wouldn’t want you to go on achin’ all day, I suppose…”

  Smiling, I moved for the door and locked it.

  We were awkward, bumbling, and bad at the verbal foreplay, obviously. But no worse than one another. And as I climbed onto Kaleb’s mattress, carefully straddling his hips, his hands slid up my thighs in a way that told me he was probably much better at…

  Foreplay of other kinds.

  “Christ, you’re gorgeous,” Kaleb breathed, running his hands up my sides like I was something holy. As I dipped my lips down to his, hovering my mouth just half an inch away from a kiss, he closed his eyes and inhaled. “God—and your smell.”

  I turned my head abruptly, sniffing beneath my arm. “I need a shower first, you think?”

  Kaleb let out a laugh, then grabbed the back of my head by a fistful of my hair and pulled me back down. “You smell incredible, idiot,” he assured me, yanking me down into a lip-searing kiss.

  If I smelled incredible, he tasted just as good. The light warmth of his tongue as it flicked against mine tasted the way a fresh rain smelled, clean and fresh and invigorating. I reached up to hold his face in my hands as our kiss deepened, teeth nipping at each other’s lips and tongues tangling like we were trying to fight for dominance, almost clumsy until we finally found our beat. I bucked my hips against him, letting out a little sigh of relief as I finally gave in to the urges that my entire body had been begging me to fulfill ever since my heat had set in.

  “Want you,” I breathed, breaking the kiss to stare down at him with unbridled desperation. “Want you so fucking bad.”

  But as I reached down to peel the blankets away from Kaleb’s hips, feeling his hard, thick cock throbbing beneath me, pinned against my own, Kaleb grabbed my hand.

  “Hate to disappoint you, sunshine, but I didn’t exactly come prepared for that. No condoms. No lube.”

  I paused, raising an eyebrow and wondering if I dared. I hadn’t been exaggerating—every cell of my body was ringing with need. Not just to fuck and be fucked. It was something beyond that, something deep and dark and primal. A whole slew of bad ideas were racing through my head, and every single one of them ended the same way: Kaleb’s cock in my ass to the hilt, unwrapped and swelling with cum as he emptied his balls inside me while I rode him.

  I pushed those thoughts down with a low growl of acceptance. “Okay. No condoms, no anal.” Grinning down with him, I shrugged and stole another kiss. “I can live with that. But as for lube…”

  I slipped my pants off, helped along by Kaleb’s eager, practiced fingers. The tip of my cock caught beneath my waistband, springing up to meet him as I tossed the pants across the room. Kaleb reached for it immediately, a dark need of his own pulsing through his gaze. As his fingers wrapped around me, I eased my head back and hissed with pleasure, taking his other hand in mine and rising up to guide it between my legs.

  Kaleb’s fingers knew where to go after that. He reached behind me first, pumping my cock with one hand and squeezing my ass greedily with the other. But as his fingers slipped between my ass cheeks, dipping inward against the tight, soaked hole that my heat had suddenly made into the epicenter of my entire world, the intensity in his eyes shifted, pupils widening, eyebrows raising in surprise.

  “Jesus, Derek. You’re fucking swimming in it, aren’t you?”

  I smiled. “Guess I like you.”

  “Guess so.” He squeezed my cock harder, stroking it so perfectly that my knees gave out all of a sudden and my body folded down over his once again. “By the time I’m done with you, you’re gonna like me a hell of a lot more.”

  This time, when his lips captured mine, the kiss was energetic, bubbling with vibrant enthusiasm. The taste of him on my tongue left me panting, head reeling as a cocktail of hormones and wanting whirlpooled around in my brain. His grip on my cock was nothing short of divine.

  Staying quiet was suddenly the most difficult thing in the world. A moan curled in my throat, pressing out through my lips. I pulled my head back to release it, but Kaleb only tugged me back down into a harder kiss to muffle the sound.

  “Don’t want to be like Harper and Nick, do we?” he teased.

  I panted. “No—but you’re making it incredibly hard.”

  He smirked, teasing his fingers up along the ridge of my tip and coating them with my precum before stroking back down again. The sensation made my cock throb like I’d never felt it throb before.

  “I can see that,” he said, twisting his fist up and down my shaft.

  “Oh, that’s funny. You’re a funny man, Kaleb K—oh, fuck.”

  He doubled his efforts around my cock, pumping me like he was trying to milk the cum straight up from my balls until it exploded onto his chest. From the way my balls were clenching, that wasn’t just a possibility either. He’d damn near ensured it.

  My lips moved against his in raw desperation, claiming frantic kisses in between gasps. No longer did he have to force my mouth down against his—it was all I could do to remind myself to pull away just to breathe. Pleasure was flooding through me, making my bones ache and my muscles tense with every flick of his wrist. Kaleb’s own cock, still hard and covered by the blankets, teased me as he edged me toward orgasm, twitching with the promise of something my entire body wanted—something that we both knew it was too dangerous for him to give. I was ovulating. So deep in my own heat that I could hardly resist the temptation of the thickness pressing up beneath me. If he gave me what I wanted in that moment, I would’ve been pregnant before breakfast, I had no doubt.

  “Poor thing,” Kaleb whispered, seeing the pangs of need in my eyes and feeling every hitch of my breath as I bucked my hips against his in time with every motion of his fist around my dick. “You want it bad, don’t you?”

  “You…have…no…idea,” I grunted through gritted teeth.

  “Some idea,” Kaleb promised, smiling like a bastard as he reached around my ass once again. This time, when his fingers brushed against the tightness of my hole, they were firm. More forceful. Teasing me at my entrance just as much as his cock was driving me wild, throbbing beneath the heaviness of my cum-filled balls.

  As his fingers pushed into me—first just the index, then a second—I let out a gasp so loud, it wasn’t just Harper and Nick I was worried about hearing. The way he was working my body, twisting my desires to meet his own devilish needs, we’d be lucky if the neighbors didn’t hear.

  “Christ, Kaleb…you’re gonna make me…”

  “Come?” Kaleb suggested, flashing me his perfectly straight white teeth. “Oh, sweetheart—I’m not even close to done with you yet.”

  His fingers twitched inside me, stretching my hole just slightly to accommodate them. They worked in time with the grip he had on my cock, wracking my body with the sensation of fucking and being fucked all at once. My chest was tight. My breath was short. I was so fucking close, and then—

  “I could take you if I wanted to, you know,” Kaleb growled against my ear. “Press my big, thick cock so deep in your ass, you’d be spasming around me half-conscious by the time I finally pumped your perfect little hole full of my seed.”

  Fuck. I lost it, teeth sinking into my lip as my hips took over, fucking hard into his hand as my balls tensed up insanely tight, then released and released and released. My hot, slick cum shot up over Kaleb’s fingers, blasting rope after rope across his chest so hard, the last spurt of it hit him in the chin. My own hands reached for anything I could even come close to gripping. Kaleb’s hair. His shoulder. The pillow beneath h
is head. The blankets over his hips.

  My chest heaved as I felt my balls tighten once more—but this time, the chambers were empty. I was firing blank. Kaleb had squeezed every last drop of my cum out of me, but the force of the orgasm was still rocking through my chest, threatening to tear my muscles apart with the sheer pleasure of it all.

  And all the while, Kaleb was smiling up at me from below, looking as smug as I’d ever seen him.

  “Good, huh?” he asked, a laugh on his lips that I had to stifle by clapping my hand over his mouth.

  “Whatever happened to being…quiet?” I panted, eyes sparkling as I took him in. If he’d been gorgeous asleep, he looked even better now. His chest shone with the slickness of my cum sprayed across it. His pulse was racing—and his cock was still so hard beneath me, it was a wonder he hadn’t made good on his dirty talk and fucked me then and there.

  “Thought you’d given up on that,” he teased, voice muffled by my hand. He flicked his tongue against my fingers, working it into the spaces between in a way that made my ass and clench around his own fingers all over again.

  Oh…I was going to make him pay for that.

  “If that’s how you’re going to play, I’ll have to find some other way to keep you quiet,” I warned him, eyes narrowing in dark delight.

  “Are you now?” Kaleb asked—but I was already on the move, spinning around and positioning my knees against his shoulders. My cock still half hard, rubbed along the length of his neck as I threw the blankets back, revealing a pair of navy blue boxers that were straining to contain the long, thick cock just underneath the fabric.

  “Oh,” Kaleb moaned, staring up at the way my spread cheeks were positioned just over his mouth. “Fuck me—mmm.”

  I pressed my ass down against his lips, feeling him curling his fingers to spread me even wider so he could tongue at me even deeper. My whole body shuddered at the sensation. His tongue was hot and slippery, moving slow as he licked from my balls all the way to the pucker of my hole. Just as he began to lap at my rim, I pulled his boxers down, relishing the way his cock sprang up to greet me.

  “Fuck…you’re gorgeous,” I gasped, taking him in.

  Kaleb’s cock was thick enough, I wasn’t sure my fingers would even be able to meet if I wrapped them around it. But it wasn’t my fingers I was aching to use on Kaleb. My mouth was watering just looking at the swollen, dark pink glans of his tip and the way his pubic hair formed in thick, perfect curls over his balls. I was clean-shaven—I’d never grown that much hair down there to begin with—but Kaleb, he was all Alpha. Manly to the highest degree.

  A little glow of pride throbbed through me as I lowered my lips to his tip, pressing kiss after kiss all up and down his shaft and feeling my own sticky cum cling between our chests. When I finally wrapped my lips around the tip of his dick, Kaleb moaned deeply into my ass, forcing his tongue inside and making me moan just as loud.

  So much for staying quiet, I guessed.

  I took him into my mouth inch by inch, jaw aching from the sheer size of him. I had to be careful not to nick him with my teeth, curling my lips inward and letting all the wetness of my tongue massage him until I could come up fast and hard, then plunge back down without resistance. Kaleb’s moans turned deeper still with every inch of his cock that I took, his hips thrusting up to meet my lips. Soon, I wasn’t just tonguing his cock—I was swallowing him down my throat.

  Thank god for my lack of gag reflex—if I’d had one, I would have been choking on him in an instant. Instead, my throat massaged his shaft, pulling him down as I sank my lips against his pelvis and buried my nose in the hair of his balls. He smelled incredible—almost too good, really. Every time I came up, his scent lingered on me, driving me back down all over again.

  I’d always liked sucking cock. It hit me sometimes like a craving, the same way some people craved spicy food or sweets. But as I wrapped my throat around Kaleb once more, I realized I’d never enjoyed it quite this much. The incredible mix of his thickness, his length, the slight salt of his precum and the scent of him in my nose had me going down on him harder and faster than I’d ever gone before. His tongue in my ass made it almost hard to focus on the task before me. I could have happily just rode his face to orgasm all over again—but I knew that wouldn’t satisfy me completely.

  No, I wanted Kaleb’s cum. Hot, salty, sweet and sticky, shooting out over my tongue and all the way down my throat.

  Before long, I got my wish. Kaleb’s fingers curled around my hips, forcing me down on his tongue as his body spasmed beneath me. His balls tensed up beneath my nose, shooting the first rope of his cum down my throat so hard, I didn’t even get to taste him. I made up for it by pulling off him by half, replacing my lips with my fist at his base so I could take the next shots of his cum onto my tongue.

  I swallowed and swallowed—had no other choice, if I wanted all of him. His load was so huge, it felt almost infinite. He coated every inch of my mouth with his thick, creamy seed while he tongue-fucked my ass, swirling it around my rim as his hips bucked up to take my mouth deeper and deeper with every thrust.

  When we were finally both spent, I collapsed onto him, sucking the final drops from his tip and squeezing his shaft to make sure I hadn’t missed a single one.

  “Fuck,” Kaleb swore, blinking and staring up at me like I was some kind of god when I finally pulled myself off of him. He pulled me against his chest at once, half laughing, half panting from the thrill of it all.

  “Not bad, huh?” I said, wiggling a little as I settled my cheek against his shoulder.

  “Not bad? Jesus, Derek—you suck cock like a fucking dream.” His breathing slowed, each breath carefully measured out like if he wasn’t careful, he’d start hyperventilating. “That was…fuck. Easily the best blowjob I’ve ever had.”

  “Mm. Glad to hear it.” I dipped my lips to his, the taste of his cum still lingering on my tongue as he slipped his into my mouth. When I pulled away, I felt like my entire body was burning with a cool fire. Hot and cold all at once. “And my heat’s a little better too now. Suppose I should thank you.”

  “S’pose you should,” Kaleb said with a chuckle, pressing his lips to my temple. “And I’ll return that thanks too, for that matter. Christ…how much longer does your heat last?”

  “A few days still,” I said. “Think you’ll be able to handle yourself through all of it?”

  “Handling myself is the last thing on my mind right now. Handling you, on the other hand…”

  I laughed. “You handle me just fine, Detective.”

  “Glad to be of service, sunshine.” Kaleb squeezed me tight. “That’s what I’m here for. I mean…not exclusively, but…mm. Protect and serve is my job, after all. Always happy to help.”

  10

  Kaleb

  It took a long, hot shower before I could start thinking about anything beyond how hot Derek’s cum had felt as he shot it across my chest. Judging by the time Derek spent in the shower after I was done, he was feeling the same.

  We didn’t manage to make it out into the kitchen to meet back up with Harper and Nick until lunchtime—and as soon as Derek entered the room, the expression on Harper’s face changed.

  “So…your new boyfriend is in heat, then.” Harper nudged me with his elbow as Derek jumped in to help Nick with the grilled cheeses frying up on the stove. “Are you two…?”

  “He’s not my new boyfriend,” I grumbled, quietly enough that only Harper could hear. Technically, that was true. Derek and I had agreed to keep things casual—and if I was smart, I wouldn’t push for anything more. But as for Harper’s other question… “Not that it’s any of your business.”

  “Risky business either way,” Harper said, shaking his head and slumping into a seat at the kitchen table.

  Over at the stovetop, Nick and Derek were plating up the sandwiches with a bowl of tomato soup for each. For a second, I considered going over and seeing if there was anything I could do to help, but then I caught a line
of their conversation and immediately thought better of it.

  “I have some heat suppressants in the bathroom cabinet, if you want,” Nick said quietly, obviously not realizing that Harper and I could hear. “They’re older. Safe. And I’m not using them, obviously.”

  Heat suppressants. As much as I’d enjoyed it, after the morning that Derek and I had shared, I had to admit that they wouldn’t have been the worst idea.

  But Derek seemed to be of a different opinion. “No, it’s okay. I’d rather not, if it’s not bothering you or Harper too much? This whole Bicroft thing…it’s made me wary of putting anything in my system right now.”

  Nick ran a hand over his belly as he nodded in agreement. “Don’t I know it. How do you think I got pregnant in the first place?”

  “Really?” Derek frowned. “I thought you and Harper must have wanted…”

  Harper met Derek’s gaze as Derek and Nick carried the plates over to the table.

  “Nick and I got together after the pregnancy, ah…came into being,” Harper explained. Gently, he wrapped an arm around Nick, looking up at him like he was a winning lottery ticket. “Not that I’m any less excited about being a dad for it.”

  “That’s sweet,” Derek said, smiling softly. “You two do seem to be really good together.”

  Nick laughed. “We’ll be even better once there’s a lid on this conspiracy thing. Harper’s been grumpy ever since his injuries took him off the case.”

  “Have not,” Harper grumbled.

  “We’ve noticed,” I said simultaneously.

  That made Harper scowl, but at least it made Derek laugh. As our eyes met across the table just before we dug into lunch, I felt my heart skip a beat at the sound.

  No heat suppressors. Sleeping in the same room. And now, Derek Stillwell had butterflies in my stomach just because I’d been able to make him laugh.

  Harper might’ve been grumpy, but for the first time since I’d gotten involved in this whole investigation, I was beginning to feel like maybe it wasn’t such a bad life choice after all.