Page 32 of Bent, Not Broken

“Oh yeah? What did you do?” He slanted his mouth over mine, and I held him close, sucking on his bottom lip until I was satisfied it would be plump and red with my teeth marks.

“I had to deal with this pest of a lawyer.” I smirked at him and slipped my hand into the waistband of his pants so that when I grabbed his cheek again, I touched his heated skin. The flesh jiggled under my fingers, nice and firm, and my cock jerked as I thought about what I was going to do to him.

“Sounds terrible,” he whispered against my mouth, tongue darting out to lick my upper lip. “What did you do with him?”

“I showed him who’s in charge.” I grabbed the hair at the back of his head and tugged. He hissed, and the sound went straight to my already stiff cock.

Polunin snorted and flashed me his teeth in a wry smile. “I doubt that, Officer.”

I slapped him on the ass even harder, grabbing a good handful and squeezing, and he gasped. “You ruined the roleplay, Polunin. Don’t you know how this works?”

He pouted, or he did as much as someone like him could, and held out his hands to me. “I’ve been bad, Officer. You’ll have to arrest me.”

I snorted. “I don’t have my handcuffs, or I would.”

His eyebrows jumped high and he grinned in excitement. It was strange how quickly I’d come to know the faces he made and what they meant. “That’s something I want to try one day.”

“You’ve never had sex with handcuffs before?” I sounded more surprised than I’d meant to.

“Nope. I’ve never fucked a cop before you, either. You’re my first.” He leered at me and I felt the look right to the base of my balls. I opened my mouth and closed it again, effectively shutting myself up from saying something pathetic. I’ll be your last. That was fucking stupid, and I still hated Polunin’s guts. Well, maybe hate was too strong of a word, but I didn’t like him.

“Enough chitchat, Polunin. Fuck yourself on me.”

He chuckled and slid off my lap, his tanned skin glowing under the soft lights of the room. He was all slim lines and hard muscles, unlike a woman in every way, and yet I craved him more than I had anyone else. I’d never even touched another man’s cock before, but as I stared at the obvious outline that stretched to the right side in his pants, I found my mouth watering. Unease at the new emotions twisted in my stomach and I shoved the curiosity away.

He dipped his thumbs into his waistband and tugged, and little by little his pajamas skated down his hips and thighs. His cock bounced free, the half-mast erection curling to the right but also toward me, almost like it was begging to be touched. My fingers twitched and I balled them into fists at my side so I didn’t reach out and grab him. His ass was allowed, his cock was a whole different story. Touching him there meant I was gay, and I couldn’t be gay because I liked women, right? Well, fuck. I definitely didn’t want to think about that right now.

He wiggled his hips and his cock swung with the movement. My gaze zeroed in on the meaty piece of flesh and I took a moment to just stare. His dick was shorter than mine in length, but the mushroom head was bigger and wider.

“Like what you see?” The teasing cadence of his voice made me tense.

I glared at him and stood, working the buttons of my shirt open. Anything to keep myself busy so I didn’t stare between his legs or answer any stupid questions. “You’re moving too slow.”

He chuckled and stepped out of his pants, taking his dick in his hand and stroking it. Watching me with a hungry look, he grinned mischievously. “Now who’s getting a show?”

I rolled my eyes and tugged my shirt up out of my pants and over my head, letting it fall to the floor. My belt and pants dropped next, but I left my boxers on as I fell back on the couch. My cock rested against my thigh, making a sizeable bump in my silky underwear. I grabbed it and squeezed, the pressure making me sigh.

“How about you close that trap of yours, Polunin.” I reached in and pulled my cock out of the slit of my boxers and waved it at him. “I could make that mouth of yours busy.”

“Yes, please.” He stepped forward and fell to his knees between my legs, his fingers digging into the skin on my thighs just below my boxers. Staring at me from underneath long eyelashes, he tilted his head, asking for permission. All I did was nod and he took me into the wet heat of his mouth.

He traced the length and tongued at my slit, his gaze latched on to mine and not moving, almost like he wanted to see every reaction he could drag out of me. He made an erotic sight there on his knees, servicing my cock as though it was made of gold. Wrapping a hand around the base, he licked up and then down again, before taking the head into his mouth. He sucked eagerly, his spare hand cupping my balls and squeezing them through my boxers. Pleasure pooled in the pit of my belly, and I knew at this rate, with the kind of desperation for him that I had, I wasn’t going to last long.

I seized a clump of his short hair and tugged, and my cock popped out of his mouth. He followed me as I dragged him up, and he moved to sit on my lap, his knees digging into the couch on either side of my thighs. Our flushed and sensitive dicks touched, rubbing up against each other, and we both hissed at the contact.

He wrapped a hand around both our lengths and stroked. His head fell back, and he let out a long, gravelly moan that had my pulse racing. I dug my fingers into his hips as he rocked against me, and while I was definitely not a cock man—me fucking Polunin didn’t count—right now I didn’t care that I had another one pressed against mine. The friction felt fantastic and a tremor of need shot down my spine to my already heavy balls.

He smashed his lips against mine again, and we sat there kissing lazily while he stroked our cocks until I felt like fireworks ready to explode. If he kept this up, it would be all over before it really began.

“How about you get the lube and we can start the party?” I slammed my mouth against his again, eating at his swollen, sweet lips.

“I thought we were already dancing, Slater,” he chuckled, but stood anyway. Moving through the apartment, he headed toward a door behind us. I got rid of my underwear and took the chance to squeeze the base of my erection and close my eyes, thinking of anything that wasn’t sexy, but the moment he returned with the bottle in his hands, I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

He cocked his head, grin smug as he unscrewed the lid of the lube. Dumping some in his palm, he fisted it onto my dick, his hand giving the right amount of pressure that had me lifting my ass off the couch and pumping forward. Pleasure and need pooled hot in my stomach and my heart raced. I knew this was going to be fast and hard.

Seizing his wrist, I dragged him forward until he sat in my lap again. He carded his fingers through my hair, his nails scraping over my scalp, and I groaned when he reached behind himself, lining my dick up with his asshole.

I expected him to say something smart, but he sat on my dick without a word. My mushroom head speared into his mind-blowing heat and my width stretched him open until I was balls deep and we were both moaning. Polunin’s hips were firm under my hands and my fingernails bit into his skin as I held him tight. He leaned his forehead against mine, and I felt the shiver that ran through his body, along with how he tensed so fucking tight around my cock.