Bleed Blue 69: Twenty-Five Authors…One Sexy Police Station Page 23

  Max grabbed the lapels of my coat with both hands, and pulled me in closer. His tongue demanded entrance to my mouth, and I was more than happy to oblige. He tasted like chocolate and mint from the candy he had at the movie. Our tongues swirled together, but he quickly broke the kiss to look at me.

  “Without sounding totally cliché, I normally wouldn’t move this fast, considering this is our first date,” a shyness in his tone.

  “It totally is cliché, but you don’t see me arguing the point, do you? And if it makes you feel any better, I normally don’t move this fast either. But fuck, I’ve been thinking of several very dirty things to do to you.”

  “I’d love to hear the list,” the cabbie called back.

  We laughed and held hands for the rest of the ride. We occasionally looked at each other and I lifted my hand to touch Max’s cheek and drew my thumb across his lower lip. He kissed my thumb before I took it away.

  “Okay, lovebirds, outta my car before I have to have it professionally cleaned.”

  I paid the fare and grabbed Max’s hand, pulling him out of the car. Snow started to fall, flakes gently landing on top of us. I made quick work of pulling my keys out of my pocket and opening the door to my apartment. I opened the door to find Diesel laying on the sofa and something that used to resemble my sofa pillows thrown all around the room.

  “He ripped the damn pillows apart!”

  He lifted his head, looked straight at me, clearly saying, “You fucking asshole, you left me behind when you went to see my favorite person.”

  Max turned to me. “I know I should really use this time to teach you something about how to handle improper behavior, but I can’t stop thinking about getting your dick out of those tight as fuck jeans and sucking it.”

  My eyes widened, and I lost all ability to speak. Once again, I grabbed Max’s hand and pulled him toward my bedroom. I swiftly turned on the light, because honestly, I wanted to see every inch of this man, with and without clothes.

  I pulled him close, letting my lips fall onto his. His hands came around to my neck and then my hair. He gave it a small tug, and I swear, that made my dick so hard I thought it was going to break off.

  Our hands were moving at rapid speed, shedding each other of all our clothes, until we were each standing in our underwear. Max had white boxer briefs, his erection perfectly outlined against the cotton. I looked down to see my dick tenting my boxers.

  “Apparently, I’m going camping, and pitched a tent. Would you like to come inside?”

  Max’s eyebrow shot up and a smirk adorned his lips. “There are many places I would like to come inside.”

  My jaw dropped, and I tried to come up with some witty comeback, but I didn’t have time before Max started to once again consume my mouth. My hands wrapped around his back, and I loved feeling the strong muscles under my palms. Slowly, I made my way down until I reached his ass, and took one perfect cheek in each hand. I gave a hard squeeze, and added a slap for good measure.

  Max broke our kiss. “You think you’re in charge? You must have forgotten that I train animals for a living. Get on the bed, on your back.”

  I should have been slightly insulted that he compared our sexathon to training dogs, but fuck that; I was all for him taking control. That didn’t mean I wouldn’t do it my own special way.

  Looking straight into Max’s eyes, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my boxers and pulled them down, letting them fall to the floor. My dick sprang free, pointing straight toward his desired target. I grabbed it with my hand and gave it a few pumps as I slowly made it onto the bed. I crawled on all fours, making sure Max got an eyeful of my ass. Because I was playing extra dirty, I reached my hand back to stretch one of my ass cheeks, letting Max eye my hole.

  “Fuuuuuck.” The word came out low.

  I looked over my shoulder to give Max a saucy grin, but instead was horrified to see Diesel, running at full speed, toward me on the bed. He jumped up and flattened me to the mattress. Bristled fur covered me like a full length parka, and I felt Diesel’s chest rumble as he let out a low growl towards Max.

  “Diesel, you fucking cockblocker!” I yelled into the mattress.

  Max’s hearty laughter filled the room, and he threw out the command for Diesel to stand down. It took Diesel a minute to decide if he should listen to his trainer, or protect his partner from the big, bad, scary cock that was coming directly toward him. But he finally retreated, jumping off me and sitting at full attention next to the bed.

  I lifted my head off the mattress and gave my partner a look that I hope implied I would starve him of his kibble for the next thirty days. He let out a small whine and a huff to suggest that he was sorry he ruined the fun.

  “Good to know that he does exactly what I trained him to do,” Max said, rubbing the top of Diesel’s head. The furry bastard soaked up all of Max’s affection.

  “And while I’m forever grateful for a perfect partner in the field, he does not get to be a voyeur in my bedroom. That’s just all kinds of weird and fucked up. We need to set some kind of boundaries. I wouldn’t get in his way if he found some fancy poodle to get his action on.”

  I rolled over and stood up from the bed, my erection deflated due to my dog busting in and flattening me like a pancake. I looked at Max, whose eyes were lit in humor, and saw his hand was trying to hide his smile.

  “You.” I pointed to Diesel. “Out of the room.”

  He cocked his head and released another whine.

  “If you plan on keeping your doggie testicles, I highly advise you make the right choice here.”

  Max broke the standoff between me and Diesel, calling out a command for Diesel to make his way to his crate. As if he were being dragged by his collar, Diesel slowly sauntered to the door. I followed him, shutting the door with a little more force than it really needed.

  I turned back around and let my hand run down my face. I didn’t know what to do, now that the heated spell was broken. I removed my hand and looked at Max, who had moved from standing to spread out on my bed. My cock took instant notice, and the past few minutes seeped slowly out of my brain.

  He was beautiful against my gray sheets, his head resting on my pillow; his eyes were fastened directly on me. My vision traveled his ripped torso, down to where he was stroking his hard-on.

  Looked like the spell hadn’t been broken. Thank fuck.

  Max lifted his finger and crooked it forward, signaling me to come towards him.

  “Are you giving me a command? You are the trainer, after all.” I couldn’t help a smirk as I walked towards him.

  “I give out treats for those who follow all my commands.”

  “Is that so?” I crawled onto the bed and over Max’s body, but I kept my arms propped up, not allowing complete skin to skin contact. “And what do these treats entail?”

  “I have a reward system. For every command followed, a new reward is given.”

  My eyebrow quirked up. “You have my attention. What is your first command?”

  “Kiss me,” Max said softly.

  I bent my arms, allowing my body to lower so my nose touched Max’s. I gently grazed my lips over his, not giving in completely. I wanted to tease him, to drive him crazy with lust. His mouth parted slightly, and I felt the heat of his breath on my lips. His tongue snuck out and brushed my lips, a move that sent a shockwave straight to my dick. I was a goner.

  My lips crushed his, and instantly our mouths were in a tussle. Our tongues intertwined, and I soaked in the taste of him. Max lurched up, holding onto me, and rolled us over until he pinned me down with his body. His body draped on top of mine and it felt like I was being covered in heaven.

  “Let’s remember who’s top dog here,” Max said with a brilliant smile.

  “I listened to your command. Where’s my reward?”

  “So impatient,” he chuckled.

  Max pushed himself up on his arms and used one leg to part my own. When he had space, he lifted himself to kneel in
-between them. I instantly missed the heat of his skin on mine, but was curious where he was about to take this.

  “I was going to draw this out, but I just need you too badly.”

  He grabbed each one of my legs, drawing them up and then bending them until they were flush with my chest. He then pushed down on the back of my thighs until my ass was lifted from the mattress, making me open and vulnerable.

  “This is actually my reward,” he said, eyes fixed to my ass. “That little stunt that you pulled when you showed me your hole; all I can think of is putting my tongue inside of it.”

  “Fuck, yes.” The words rushed out of my mouth.

  Max’s eyes moved to look at me. “Beg for it.”

  My dick pulsed at his command. He was such the alpha, and was certainly staking his claim.

  “Please,” I mewed. “Fuck me with your tongue.”

  “Good boy,” he said.

  He bent his head down and swiped his flattened tongue across my hole. I sucked in a rushed breath and fisted the sheets. “Again.” Another beg from my lips.

  And he did, over and over, worshiping my ass like it was his first and last meal. One of my hands let go of the sheets, and I grabbed my dick to stroke it in time with Max’s tongue. My eyes rolled into my head and my lids closed. I was delirious with pleasure. One of Max’s hands left my leg and I had no doubt that he was stroking himself while he ate me.

  I opened my eyes and words that I didn’t even know I knew escaped my mouth. “Max, I need you to fuck me. Now.”

  Max stopped and sat back on his haunches. He gave my ass a nice smack, followed by a caress.

  “I would like nothing more than to own this ass. It’s been invading every thought I’ve had for weeks.”

  The idea that I had been in Max’s thoughts made my gut twist in happiness. I was glad to know that I wasn’t the only fucker that was tied up in this.

  I reached over to the night stand, opened the top drawer, and grabbed the bottle of lube and a string of condoms from the box.

  “Feeling optimistic?” Max laughed.

  “I feel that this is going to be a long night of no sleep and a lot of fucking.” I winked.

  “I’m down with that plan,” Max said, leaning down to kiss me.

  He sat back on his knees and took the lube I threw on the bed, popped the top open and squeezed a small amount onto his fingers.

  “I need to prep you because I have no plans of moving slow once I get myself inside you.”

  One finger entered me, and he slowly drew it in and out. I couldn’t help but rock my ass back and forth while he fucked me with his finger. He added a second, and finally a third.

  “You have two seconds to get your fingers out of me, fill me with your dick, and fuck me into the mattress. If you don’t, I’m getting my handcuffs and chaining you down so I can blow you.”

  “And how is that a threat?”

  “I have no fucking idea, because I can’t think straight. Just fuck me already.”

  “We need to work on your patience,” he chuckled, removing his fingers.

  I felt empty until he lined his dick up against my hole and started to push into me. I relaxed myself, and allowed the crown of his dick to pass the ring of tight muscles.

  “Fuck me,” he breathed out.

  “No, fuck me,” I said, smiling up at a dazzling Max.

  Slowly, he pushed further in, filling me with everything he had. His body became flush with mine and he was seated to the hilt.

  “This isn’t going to last long. I promise to make it up to you with the dozen of condoms you pulled out. But you are too tight and too sweet for me to take my time.”

  “Deal,” I said, as I had already started to rock my hips.

  Max pushed in and out with a few long strokes, but quickly picked up his pace. He grabbed my legs, which were still bent at my chest, and wrapped them around his waist. He fell forward, his arms on both sides of my head, his mouth crushed mine as he pistoned himself into me.

  “Grab your dick and jerk off for me.” His words were rushed and scattered.

  Following orders, I took myself in my hands, and started to stroke in rhythm to his thrusts.

  Max fastened his lips onto my neck, alternating between sucking and kissing.

  “Fuck, I’m going to come,” he breathed into my ear.

  His words shot to my balls and they drew close to my body. I felt my own orgasm building in my spine.

  “I’m going to come too,” I said through pants. “Now, fucking now!”

  Max shot back up, and pulled himself out of me, feverishly taking the condom off and started jerking himself. “Come for me, I want to see you spray yourself. Then I’m going to top it with mine.”

  Fuck. With those words my toes curled, thighs tensed, and I roared as jets of come sprayed up onto my chest. As promised, Max followed with his own orgasm, mixing it with my own.

  I thought Max dropped to lie next to me, but I wasn’t sure because all I could see were stars floating across my vision, followed by what I thought was banging in my head. I thought I was just blissed out from having one of the best orgasms of my life, until the banging got louder and louder.

  “Oh, no.” I heard Max say and looked up just in time to see my bedroom door come down, followed by a determined German Shepard racing toward me.

  “No Diesel, no!” I yelled, but it was too late, as the mammoth animal crashed into me, flattening me on the floor with his body.

  “What the fuck!” I tried calling past the fur that was making its way into my mouth.

  “He heard you yelling, and he thought I was attacking you.”

  “This is not okay!” I said, trying to push Diesel away from me. “Now I have to give my fucking partner a bath because he’s covered in jizz. This is wrong on so many levels. I am seriously contemplating going back to being a regular cop, and you can take the dog back with you.”

  Max threw his arm over Diesel’s back and bumped my head with his. “I hate to tell you this, but you’re going to be stuck with us for a long time. At least through Diesel’s lifetime, because I will always be his trainer, and you will always need backup.”

  Diesel stuck out this long tongue and gave me a long, drawn-out lick on my face.

  “Fine, I can certainly handle that plan. As long as you teach this asshole the ‘no cockblocking’ command.”

  Diesel barked in agreement, and Max’s laughter filled the room.

  “It’s a deal.”

  My Beating Heart

  By Lisa Edward

  Barney sat obediently as I packed away the bite suit that we’d used during training, and grabbed my backpack from the steel blue locker.

  We had accumulated two days’ vacation, which as luck would have it coincided with Christmas. Of course that meant I’d be working New Year’s Eve, most likely in Times Square, and that was fine with me. It was one thing to be eating Christmas dinner with your best friend, who just happened to be a five-year-old German Shepherd who was part of the police K9 unit, but to bring in the new year with a dog as your only companion was pathetic. I’d worked New Year’s Eve before, and it was always a fun time. We policemen still needed our wits about us, but everyone was out to have a good time, so apart from a handful of troublemakers it was usually a good night. Barney was always popular with people, who would go from apprehensive at first about approaching a trained attack dog, to wanting to smother him with kisses and take him home. I wished I had that much luck with the fairer sex.

  I was doing up the last buckle on Barney’s doggie coat when Jake came in with his dog, Ami, to grab his gear.

  “Hey, Liam,” he said with a nod, before he scruffed Barney on the back of the head. “Good session today. Barney picked up the obstacle course like he’d been running it for years.”

  “He sure did.” I gave my partner a pat too. He was fast becoming the strongest member of the K9 team with his instincts and knowledge of simple hand gestures. “We’ve got a couple of days off but we�
�ll be working New Year’s.” I stretched out my hand and Jake took it in a firm handshake. “Have a great Christmas man.”

  Jake slapped my shoulder. “You too. Take care.”

  Jake was a good guy, and Ami and Barney worked well together. We were a tight unit, and the guys had welcomed me without reservation when I’d transferred a year ago. They were like my family now – the only family I saw on a regular basis at least, since moving halfway across the States to work in New York City.

  We said our goodbyes to the other guys and wished them a merry Christmas. Some had families and young kids, and talked about having to sneak a tricycle under the tree, or the anticipation of being woken up at five in the morning to unwrap presents. I just smiled and gave Barney a scruff on the head. There would be no waking at five for us; Christmas would be just like any other day in my house.

  The icy air bit at my ears as soon as I stepped outside, letting me know in no uncertain terms that there would be snow falling later that night. Barney hesitated at the door, looking up at me with his big brown eyes for confirmation that he had to go out into this inclement weather. He never disobeyed a command, especially in the ‘on-duty’ language of German, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have a mind and will of his own, and a personality that had me forgetting at times that he was a dog.

  Barney’s ears pricked up, his tail wagging excitedly as we pulled into the driveway of my little house in Bayside, Queens, forty-five minutes later. There was only one person who could elicit such a reaction from him—my neighbor’s five-year-old son, Rafferty. Raff had special needs, having been born with Down syndrome. It was something that his deadbeat dad apparently couldn’t come to terms with and as a result, the kid’s old man had gone out for the cliché packet of cigarettes one day and never returned. It was no great loss, in my books; anyone who couldn’t see what an amazing little guy Raff was didn’t deserve to be a part of his life.