“One of us had to confront this, and I decided it was going to be me. Come on. I’m ready for you to do your worst.”
Instead of taking my hand and heading for the fire escape, he pulled me to him and kissed me again. I lost myself in the heat of his mouth and the taste of whiskey on his tongue. When he pulled away, his eyes were filled with heat. “What if I fucked you up here instead? You like heights. You like danger. I know you’d like me to take you right here on this rooftop.”
“Jesus, if I’d thought you’d go for that, I would’ve suggested it.”
“You brought me off in an alley with a gun to my head, and you thought I wouldn’t go for fucking on a roof?”
Devil laughed. “When you put it that way… I suppose it’s practically tame compared to what we’ve done.”
I let Joe manhandle me over to the wall by the door that led into the building.
“What if someone sees us?” I asked. “What if they report us?” I wanted this, but I knew the consequences of being caught were different for him.
“I’ll just tell them I was apprehending you.”
“With your dick?”
“According to porn it’s a popular technique.”
I burst out laughing, and Joe did too. Then he yanked my jacket from my shoulders and tossed it onto the ground. I imagined what Lucien would say about Joe treating a bespoke suit like that.
As if reading my thoughts, he said, “If you were worried about your expensive-ass clothes, you shouldn’t have worn them up here.”
“Do you think I’m the kind of man who hesitates to do things because his clothes might get dirty? I don’t give a fuck about this suit.”
“Good. Now shut up and put your hands on the wall.
“Yes, detective.”
25
Joe
I couldn’t believe I was doing this, but I also couldn’t ride across town wrapped around Devil on his motorcycle. I’d be hard the whole time, and it would be hell. Devil had always brought out my need for danger. The thought of taking him here where someone could see made me so fucking hot, and I wasn’t going to give up this opportunity, not when he’d just told me… Had that really happened? Had we really admitted we loved each other?
“Fuck,” Devil muttered as I began to unfasten my pants.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t have any lube.”
“Are you saying you can’t take my dick with a little spit?”
He growled. “I can take anything you give me.”
“Lucky for you I brought lube.”
“You did?”
“I grabbed some when I got my shoes. I know what you’re like. The chance of a mysterious outing ending in sex in a random place was at least eighty percent.”
“Jesus, I really love you.”
I undid his pants and shoved them and his briefs down to his knees before pulling the packet of lube from my pocket. I tore it open and squeezed some on my cock. As I pumped my dick, spreading it around, I pressed a finger against his hole.
“You’re going to keep your hands on the wall, and you’re not going to make any noise. If you do, I’ll stop.”
“The fuck you will. Once my ass is gripping your cock, you won’t be able to stop. You’ll be desperate to give me every drop of your cum.”
“Try me.”
I dug the fingers of one hand into his ass, pulling him open, then I pushed in just a little, barely opening him. “This ass is mine. No one else touches it. Do you understand?
“Yes, detective.”
I surged forward, and he cried out. I froze, tightening my grip on his hips.
“Keep your fucking mouth closed. I’ll gag you if you can’t.”
Devil fought my hold. “You’re not fucking gagging me unless it’s with that big cock of yours.”
I imagined him kneeling there on the gravel rooftop, lips stretched around my cock. Fuck, that would be hot. “Maybe another time. Tonight I want to pound your ass. I want to make it hurt. I want to fill you full of cum.”
“Fuck yes. Do it.”
“Not a fucking sound or I swear I’ll stop.”
“Bastard!” he growled.
“Think I can make you hate me again?”
“I never stopped hating you. I just started loving you too.”
“Same.”
I pulled out and drove back in, filling him completely. He must’ve nearly bit through his lip trying to hold in the sounds he wanted to make.
I stroked his side, pushing my hand under the silky fabric of his dress shirt. “You feel so fucking good, your skin against my hand, your ass squeezing my cock, knowing I have you trapped here, pinned under me, serving me where anyone could see.
“Fuck me, Joe. Now.” I wrapped a hand around his cock and squeezed until he reached for my arm trying to pull it away. “Fuck you.”
“I told you not to make a sound.”
“Jesus, you could make me come just talking to me like that.”