Hot as Heller (Aster Valley 3)

“Look at me,” he said through clenched teeth. “Sweetheart, open your eyes so I can see you’re okay.”

When I opened them, they were embarrassingly wet. I clenched my jaw in defiance, but I didn’t see any judgment or pity on his face.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he said softly. “Sexy and sweet, hot and responsive. So fucking tight. Christ.” He hissed the last part and squeezed his own eyes closed for a beat. “You’re gonna make me shoot off too fast.”

I reached out and cupped his cheeks, pulling his face in for more kissing. With every stroke in and out of my body, I felt more and more overwhelmed. This wasn’t like any of the hookups I’d had before. My heart felt like it was some kind of emotional expanding foam and it was going to grow right out of my chest and ruin everything.

When his dick hit at just the right angle, I cried out against his lips and arched back again. “Just like that, fuck. Dec, just… just like that.”

He thrust his thick dick into me, brushing that spot until the orgasm pulsed through me in a sudden rush. I grappled for my dick to get the most out of my release, and I vaguely noted the sounds of his own grunts and cries.

We ended up in a sweaty, jizz-covered heap, limbs tangled and hot breath skittering across each other’s skin.

A stupid joke popped into my head, and I couldn’t hold back a laugh.

“What?” he asked, smirking at me.

“You’ll think I’m crass.”

“I’m the one who had my fingers in your ass a few minutes ago,” he reminded me.

A low pulse of an aftershock tried spurting more cum out of me, but it was no use. My balls were empty.

“I can see why people are so keen to bribe the LAPD now.”

A beat of silence fell heavy between us, and I regretted the joke immediately. But then a second later, Declan grabbed my pillow and slammed it into my face before jamming his fingertips against my ribs and tickling the fuck out of me.

When we finally calmed back down, Declan padded out to the kitchen to get us some water. When he came back, I blurted out something that had been bothering me. “Who’s the pregnant woman?”

I regretted it instantly. It was none of my business. Besides, he’d assured me he was single. And gay. It wasn’t jealousy, exactly. Maybe it was simple curiosity.

Mm-hm.

“Remember I mentioned my ex-partner on the force? Tessa was Nick’s girlfriend. Unfortunately for her, she wasn’t the only one. And when she found out, she broke things off. It wasn’t until after he was busted in the Internal Affairs investigation and arrested that she realized she was pregnant. At that point, she couldn’t really give him another chance, even if she’d wanted to. He pled out, but he’ll still serve a long stint.”

I thought of my own single mother and how desperate she’d been. How alone she’d been.

“I’m sorry, Declan. Is she doing okay?”

He nodded. “Nick signed away his rights. I’d told her I’d be there for her if she needed anything, so when the media tracked her down and made things difficult for her, she decided to get out of LA for a while.”

“That was nice of you, taking her in like that.” I tried not to feel even more soft toward him than I already did. He wasn’t a soft man. Just because he showed kindness to a friend, didn’t mean I needed to drool at his feet. I cleared my throat and prepared to start the awkward postcoital goodbye sequence. “Will you please stay?” I asked instead, startling myself as much as him.

“Are you sure?”

I bit my lip to keep from begging. “Mm-hm.”

His face relaxed into a smile. “I’d really like that. Let me text Tessa and let her know I’m staying out.”

I forced myself to get up and brush my teeth, if only to give him a little privacy. When he joined me at the sink, I nodded to the prepackaged toiletry kit that sat in a welcome basket on the vanity. “I think there’s a complimentary toothbrush in there if you want it.”

We brushed our teeth side by side. I couldn’t help but sneak glances of his muscular form in the mirror. A dark, furry trail led down his stomach to his groin, and his soft cock swung gently against his thigh as he shifted his weight from one foot to another. The muscles in his ass flexed as he turned to rinse his mouth in the sink. My eyes ate up the muscular curves of his back and shoulders and the dip of his spine. Two shallow divots marked the top of his ass, and I pictured myself pressing thumbs into those spots as I thrust into him. His ass would be tight and hot around my dick, and his grunts and groans would fill the room with—