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He slowly laid his spoon down on the table and folded his arms in front of him. Anyone else watching would think he was concerned about the little girl. They’d be right. But they wouldn’t see what I did, what he hid so well. The rage that roiled like a stormy sea behind those mossy green eyes. A sea that would drag its victim down into the depths of the ocean and drown them until they were no longer alive.
“Did she press charges?” His words were forced out from behind clenched teeth.
I sighed and leaned back in my chair. “No.”
He looked away and stared at the window covered in a plain blue curtain. “Goddammit.”
I grunted out my agreement.
“Do you have his information?” His eyes burned into me with the question I knew to expect. I pulled a slip of paper out of my pocket and slid it over to Brent. It had a name, address, place of business, phone number, and any other pertinent information he would need.
Brent grunted and picked his spoon back up. We both went back to our dinner. Once we were done, we stood at the sink together, with him rinsing the dishes as I placed them neatly in the dishwasher the way I knew he preferred. The kitchen was his domain, and I had no problem following the rules he had set in place. Once the kitchen was tidy again, he turned to me and grabbed my tie.
“Shower time,” he growled before slamming his mouth to mine with a brutal kiss. I knew telling him about the little girl would get him in a mood, but I also knew that it was necessary. I may have been a detective, but there was only so much I could do. The police’s hands were often tied with bureaucratic bullshit. People didn’t like to tell on their abusers, fearing that they would be in even more shit if they did. Sometimes, justice wasn’t served because of some idiot fucking up and mishandling evidence.
When the innocent suffered, people like Brent were the real heroes.
I followed my life partner into our bedroom and began to strip off my clothes. As I removed each piece, he took it from me and put it where it belonged. I never argued his need for tidiness and for everything to have a place. Brent needed things in his life to be orderly. He couldn’t live with chaos, or it would make his head spin. I understood it. I loved him enough to give in and let him keep the order in our home.
After he rolled my tie up and slid it into the drawer, he turned to me while pushing it closed. He eyed my half-hard cock. His grin was wicked, and he still had a hard glint in his eyes. Our night was going to wear me out in the best of ways.
“You aren’t naked,” I pointed out as I stepped into him.
“Give me two point three seconds, and I will be.”
“Not soon enough.” I backed away from him as he started reaching for me and headed into the bathroom. By the time I had the shower heads blasting hot water, he was behind me, running his hands over my abs before sliding them down to firmly grasp my cock. He rubbed his erection against the small of my back, and feeling it there, hot and hard, was enough to have my own cock ready.
“In,” he whispered, and bit my ear roughly.
We stepped in together, our bodies staying in sync, never losing touch with each other. I placed my hands against the wall and let the hot water rush over me, relaxing my tense muscles even as they tightened for a different reason. Brent jacked off my cock with one hand as he grabbed the body wash with the other. Then, without releasing me, he popped the top on the body wash, and I hissed as I felt the cold liquid pour down my back.
“I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to be a good boy and take it.” He growled into my ear as he ran his hand through the soap and brought it down to my ass, and rubbed against my asshole with his slicked-up fingers.
Like fuck.
I spun around and slammed him against the wall as he laughed in my face.
“Call me a good boy again,” I challenged, grabbing his cock and jacking it roughly against mine. Our heads rubbed together, making us both let out guttural groans.
“Why,” he grunted and ground into my hold, “when you do such naughty things when I say it?”
“I’ll show you naughty.” I let go of his cock and shoved hard down on his shoulders. “Suck me.”
He looked up at me with a wicked smirk. Then, he opened those gorgeous, full lips and swallowed down my cock like it wasn’t as thick as a long-necked beer bottle and as long as one, too.
I dropped my head back and groaned long and loud into the steaming shower. “Fuuuck. That’s so fucking good, baby.” I slid my fingers through his thick hair and gripped it tightly. There was no telling when he’d decide that he wanted control again, and his mouth felt too good to lose. I spread my legs wider and prepared for the onslaught of pleasure that only he had ever been able to give me.
I glanced down at him. His mouth was open wide, stretched to the limit as he sucked me deep, before sliding up to my tip to swirl his tongue over my hole. Then he swallowed me down again, just to repeat the process. Seeing his hand gripping his own massive cock, gaining his own pleasure from giving, was enough to have my balls drawing up tight.
I gripped his head firmly and pressed my hips forward, making him take my entire length as my cock began pumping my come from my balls. He swallowed with every pulse, the suction of his mouth making my toes curl with pleasure. I staggered back once the last spurt left my cock and watched with half-lidded eyes as he rose from his kneeling position and licked his swollen lips.
“My turn,” he growled. I was far too sated to put up an argument, as he turned me back around to face the wall. Instead, I braced myself, relaxing as much as possible when a giant cock was about to enter my ass, and shuddered as he ran his fingertips over my hole. “I fucking like it when you get all loose and relaxed for me,” he murmured as he placed his tip at my entrance. “It makes it so sweet when I get to do this…”
He pressed in slowly. He never took me in a way that would hurt me, the same as I was always careful with him. When his chest was flush with my back, he reached around and ran his hands over my abs and up my chest to pinch at my hard nipples before running them back down my body again. I was still too sensitive to have my cock touched again so soon, but that didn’t stop him from running a hand over the length and then back up to my abs.
He pulled out slowly, then paused. I braced myself, planting my feet wide. He was careful entering me, but once inside, all bets were off. The air left me as he slammed back in. Gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises, he pummelled my ass. Both of our groans filled the shower as he took his pleasure with my body. I loved the way his cock head felt as it rubbed inside my ass. It was enough to have my cock stirring again.
He always knew what I needed as he grabbed my now hardening cock. He began to pump it in his tight fist as he continued his brutal pace. It didn’t take long before both of us were grunting out our releases.
