Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73989 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73989 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
I pressed it to his head and held the front of his t-shirt in my other hand. He didn’t even flinch. We stared at each other. My cock had softened during the chase. Now it swelled again. I’d found some real danger. This man hadn’t just been watching me for fun. I was sure of that now as he held my gaze with his cool blue eyes.
He was a few inches shorter than me and leaner but still fucking strong. I’d had to work to subdue him. It was hard to tell the color of his hair in the low light, but I’d guess dark brown. It was thick and sticking up at the front after our struggle. He had a scruffy beard that I wouldn’t mind feeling against my ass as he rimmed me. I licked my lips and watched as his eyes darkened.
We were both breathing hard from exerting ourselves, but it was easy to imagine our ragged breaths were for another reason. The adrenaline rushing through me had my body primed and ready. I wanted to turn the man around and drive into his ass. I bet he’d fight me, but I was sure he wanted it too. His lips parted, and I stared at them. How would he taste? The thought made me shiver. “Why were you watching me?”
“I was watching everyone.”
I shook my head. “No, you weren’t. Not the way you were watching me. I know I’m hot, but—”
The man snorted.
I tightened my grip on him. “You’re a cop. I don’t like cops.”
“Then walk away.” The bastard was challenging me when I had a gun to his head and had just shown him I wasn’t exactly stable. It was like we were made for each other.
“Maybe I’d rather shoot you.”
He continued to hold my gaze as he shook his head. “That would be a very bad idea.”
When I caressed the side of his face with the barrel of my gun, heat flared in his eyes. He held himself still, and nothing about him betrayed the fear any sane man would feel. I pushed against him, pinning him more tightly to the wall, and realized he was as hard as I was.
“You don’t want me to walk away, do you?” I ran the tip of my gun along his jaw then over his lips, wishing it was my cock touching him. He shuddered, and I reached down and palmed his erection.
He didn’t press into my touch, but he didn’t struggle to get away either. “How long have you been following me? Did no one teach you better foreplay tactics?”
“When did you first notice me?”
“At Rick’s.” That had been my third bar of the night.
“I found you at The Sentry.”
“Did you follow me out back? Did you watch me fuck the woman I took out there?”
He smiled. “It was a nice show.”
“Nice? It was way better than nice.”
He chuckled, but the sound did nothing to relieve the pressure in my jeans. My cock was done being confined.
“You get off on watching?”
“I get off on a lot of things.”
“Obviously,” I said as I skimmed the tip of my gun down the side of his neck. “Take your cock out.”
“So we’re done with the questions?” he asked.
We shouldn’t be. I needed to know who this man was and why he’d followed me. “We don’t have to be. Are you admitting to following me?”
He shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe not.”
That was a clear yes, and I’d known the answer anyway. Questions weren’t going to get me anywhere with this asshole. “Are you going to do what I said, or do I have to do it for you?”
The man glared at me as he popped his button and lowered his zipper. When he’d freed his cock, I reached behind me and pulled out my phone.
He struggled against my hold, but I pressed the tip of my gun to his temple. “Easy. Remember who’s in charge here.”
“What the fuck are you doing?”
The click of the phone’s camera was loud in the darkness as I snapped a picture. “I like mementos.”
“Son of a bitch.”
I laughed as I pocketed my phone. “You won’t be saying that in a second.”
I pulled out my own cock then wrapped my hand around both our shafts. My palm was rough and calloused, and the friction was harsh without lube, but I didn’t care, and I could tell he didn’t either.
I looked up then, meeting his gaze. There was enough light filtering into the alley from the street that I could see icy rage in his eyes. He wanted a fight. If he weren’t afraid I’d pull the trigger, he would be on me in a second. I felt the aggression in him. He wanted to hurt me, and that just turned me on more.
I rubbed my thumb over his slit, gathering precum, mixing it with my own, then smearing it over the heads of our dicks. He sucked in a breath when I tightened my grip, but he didn’t say anything. I began stroking us again as I slid my gun along the side of his face, teasing his neck with the barrel. He stared at me wide-eyed, his breaths coming fast and harsh.