Ambrose (The Theriot Family 5)

“Where are you—”

“Shh.” I yanked off his shoes and socks, then pulled his pants and underwear off. “Where’s your lube?”

Eric tilted his head to the right. “In the drawer.”

I pulled open the drawer of his nightstand and retrieved what I needed. I saw condoms there, but I didn’t get one. I was too hungry for a repeat of what I’d experienced the night before as I watched my cum drip from his ass.

As I stripped off my pants, I caught sight of his duty belt where it lay on the floor. “I’ll still use those handcuffs if you don’t obey me.”

“I won’t make that easy.”

“I wouldn’t want you to. Now put your hands over your head again.”

His eyes widened. “You want me like this? On my back.”

I did. I wanted to watch his face as I fucked him. I wanted to see his expression when he came. I wanted to watch as his cock pulsed, releasing his cum. I wanted to see him sticky and damp with sweat and spunk. I also knew it might break me, but if I was going to do this, to let my walls down, then I was going all the way

“Yes. Just like that. Now hold your legs.” I pushed at his knees, and he bent his legs onto his chest and wrapped his arms around them. I bit my lip to keep from groaning as I stared at him, fully exposed for me.

I toyed with his balls, then ran a finger along his taint and brushed it over his hole, watching as his ass clenched.

“Are you ready to be fucked as you lie there in your uniform?”

He raised his brows. “Not in much of it.”

“Enough to count.” I glared at him with pretend menace. “Are you going to hold yourself open while I drive into you, the dirty criminal from the bayou taking the hot sheriff, showing him who’s really in charge?”

“God, I never would have guessed how kinky you are.”

I laughed. “This is nothing. I just don’t want to scare you too much.”

Eric wriggled against the bed. “I want to know what you think would scare me, but I’m also nervous to find out.”

“Later. Right now, I need to make this ass mine.” I slapped his firm ass cheek, and he growled.

“What if I decided I wasn’t going to give in to a dirty criminal?”

“Then I would have to make you understand you don’t have any choice. You’re mine. You’re never going back to your goody-goody ways. I’m going to corrupt you completely.”

I realized what I’d said. How the hell did he get me to open up like this? I was playing with him, but I also wasn’t. I could hardly date a cop long-term unless I reformed, and that would never happen. I had to convince Eric to join me or… No, I couldn’t think about that.

Silence stretched between us, then once again, Eric rescued me. “You wouldn’t just feed me to Gerard?”

I grinned. “That’s also an option, but I don’t think you’d like that one as much as you’d like being tied up in my cabin ready to serve me.”

“Damn. Why does that sound so hot?”

“Because you like being at my mercy.”

“I like being fucked by you. Speaking of, is that ever going to happen?”

I grabbed the lube, drizzled it on my cock, and began stroking myself. “Is this what you want?”

Eric nodded.

“Think you can take all of it in one stroke.”

“God, yes.”

I hoped he would have told me if that would hurt too much. I wanted to play with him, to tease him, and I truly did want to control him, but I didn’t want to bring him real pain.

As if he sensed my hesitation, he let go of one leg and reached for me. “I want it now. Do I have to show you how?”

I seized his wrist and pinned his arm to the bed as I used my other hand to guide my cock to his hole. I teased him a few times, making him writhe under me.

Finally, I surged forward, driving into him. He cried out as I kept going. His ass was so tight around me it almost hurt. I moved slowly, but I didn’t stop until I was as deep as I could go.

18

Eric

I was sure Ambrose was going to split me in two. I didn’t think I’d ever felt as full. I knew it was partly because he hadn’t prepped me or given me a chance to adjust until he was all the way in. I could barely draw in breath. My instincts yelled at me to push him off, to get away, but my cock wanted more. And my heart… Damn it, I’d let this man do anything to me if it made him smile the way he was right then.

He stroked the inside of my wrist, which he still kept pinned to the bed. “You’re doing so good. I can feel you squeezing my dick.”