“I… I love when you make me beg,” he choked out.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” Andrew said in a voice that made Ford shiver, the speed and depth of his fingers increasing.
“Fuck me,” Ford rasped. “Need your cock… so deep in me, I’ll see stars when I come.”
“If I let you come again.” Andrew leaned over him, lips almost brushing his.
“Please…”
Finally, Andrew pulled his fingers free and lined up to press inside, the heat and tightness intense when he couldn’t remember the last time he’d done this bare. He added more spit to his length to ease the way, but he slid in so smoothly, he hardly felt the absence of lube, especially when he started rocking.
Ford’s head lolled back as Andrew leaned into him, gripped his hips, and tugged him to the edge of the table to connect deeper. He could admit, standing in Ford’s conference room with his dick out, sliding slowly into Ford, wasn’t about any power play. There was trust here. Respect. Affection…
“Show me who’s boss,” Ford said with an ending whimper, taking everything Andrew had to give. “Teach me a lesson… Tell me how this is your city.”
“Ourcity… because I’m just nice enough to let you play in it too, as long as you behave. Can you do that?” Andrew steadied himself with a hand at Ford’s hip, the one on his neck moving to his face, palming the side of his jaw as his thumb drifted lazily over damp, reddened lips. “Can you be good for me?”
“I can be so good for you,” Ford said and licked Andrew’s thumb when it brushed his lips again, taking it into his mouth.
It was obscene how good he looked, and Andrew was so close, already on the edge from earlier with the hot clamp of Ford’s mouth on his cock. Now, to be in him, with nothing between them but skin and Ford tonguing his thumb while he fucked him—
Andrew pulled out just in time to come on Ford’s chest, some splashing his bobbing cock and almost staining his nicely pressed shirt. Immediately, Andrew pumped his hand through the mess and Ford’s own precum to get him there too, jerking harder and moving his other hand back to Ford’s neck tosqueeze—and then Ford came too.
The door opened, Andrew’s eyes shooting to the entrance, mortified, even though he knew it didn’t matter when all of Isaac’s team already knew about them.
But he wasn’t prepared for who actually came through the door.
“Steve!”
Chapter 12
ISAAC
Isaacfeltthestingof cold as Andrew jerked away from him, scrambling to tuck himself away, mess on his skin and clothes be damned.
Slower, given how sore he was, Isaac did the same. “Kathleen let you through?” he asked in annoyance over the horror clear on Andrew and Steven’s faces.
“She was on the phone.” Steven stared at his brother, and then at Isaac like he was going through shock. “Chambers waved me through when I said I was here to see you.”
Isaac finished dressing, but it wasn’t comfortable, given the stickiness left behind. He kept waiting for Steven to start yelling,but as his cheeks cooled, just as easily made red as his brother’s it turned out, he maintained a chilling calmness.
“I can explain,” Andrew tried, but Steven ignored him.
“I only have three questions for you, Ford. How you answer determines my response.”
“So black and white, Detective?” Isaac asked, wondering if one response might be to pull his gun. He was still out of breath, huffing as he and Andrew stood off the side of the table, while Steven kept his distance. “I tend to be a few varied shades of grey these days. What if I’m not in the mood to answer nicely?”
“Then I guess Andy’s going to have to find a new fuck buddy.”
“Hey.” Andrew got between them with clenched fists.
Isaac smiled, trying to hide the softness of it behind Andrew’s back—ever the white knight, so quick to defend him. “It’s all right. Let him ask his questions.”
Andrew hesitated but shifted to the side.
“How long?”
Isaac glanced at Andrew.
