18. Chapter 18

Ishouldn't be turned on right now, but fuck if Ash didn't look like some goddamn warrior queen returning from battle, naked. She has one of the most beautiful bodies I have ever seen. And the artwork covering most of her just makes me want to trace every inch of her skin with my hands or mouth, I don't care which. I want to worship her.

Surprise and concern flashed through me when Beck steered her past the bathroom and toward the room he is using, but it disappeared a moment later when I saw her smile softly.

Rick moves to lean against the back of the couch and I can see dirt covering his clothes and blond hair also. When he briefly stopped in and told us it was ‘Rabbit season and they were going hunting', I didn't understand. But desire is like fire in my veins because I understand now, and I really wish I could have joined in.

But I suppose it will take more time to feel like I'm truly part of this unit they have together.

"I see you caught the rabbit," Nix says, his lip twitching in amusement.

Rick chuckles in response. "It was delicious, too," he responds with a grin.

I can"t stop myself from frowning at Rick. "She could have been hurt. Do you really think now was the best time?" I ask, my voice tinged with irritation.

Rick looks at me, searching my expression, and I"m not sure what he sees there, but a mischievous smile slowly spreads across his lips. "Aww, what"s wrong, detective? Are you sad you weren"t invited? If you want to taste her, you should come over here and suck my cock," he taunts.

I feel my cheeks flush as my jaw tightens. I want to turn his ass red, I want to make it glow and burn so brightly right now. Nix makes a soft sound between a cough and a snort before he slowly stands from the couch, looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

"I"ll leave you to deal with that," he says with a flick of his finger in Rick"s direction before he walks into the room he shared with Ash this morning and closes the door behind himself. Leaving me to contend with the brat in question.

He already has his shirt off and is in the process of undoing his pants and shoving them down his legs. Narrowing my eyes I stand from the couch and move around it until I'm standing in front of him. His body is just as hot as Ash's and he knows it, even streaked in dirt, just the smirk on his face does things to me.

I don't think he expects me to wrap my hand around his throat though, my eyes boring into his as his breath catches.

"I"m sorry, what was that? I"m not sure I heard you correctly," I say, my voice low and dangerous, tightening my grip on his throat slightly. His eyes widen, and a soft moan escapes him as I exert pressure.

"It can"t possibly have been you telling me what to do, right? Because if anyone is going to get their cock sucked right now, it would be me," I continue in the calmest, most controlled voice I can muster. He whimpers, the sound sending a jolt straight to my cock.

"On your knees," I growl finally, letting my grip on his throat go, and he drops instantly, I can see the heat and arousal clear in his eyes. It"s a sight that fuels my desire even further.

With controlled movements, I open the front of my pants, pushing them and my underwear down, my hard cock springing free. Rick groans and starts to reach for it, but I quickly take a handful of his blond hair, yanking his head back. "No, hands on your knees," I demand, and he obeys, his desire-filled eyes trained on mine as he awaits further instruction. His lips part as he starts panting, his anticipation palpable.

Wrapping a hand around my own length, I step closer to him. "Do you want this? Do you want my cock?" I ask, and he tries to nod, but my grip in his hair tightens.

"Please," he whispers, and I use the grip I have on my cock to slap his lips with it.

"Please what?" I growl, and he whimpers again before saying, "Please, sir." I hum happily. "Open," I instruct, and he does as he's told.

Using the grip on his hair and my hand on my cock, I feed my hard length into his mouth slowly. The sensation of his warm, wet mouth enveloping me sends a shiver down my spine, and I groan softly.

His mouth glides down the length of me until I hit the back of his throat, and then he takes me deeper, swallowing around me. I'm assuming I have Beck to thank for him having this skill and it makes me weak at the knees almost instantly. His tongue swirls around me, flicking and licking as he keeps moving his head up and down my cock like such a good boy.

But even now, with his hands resting against his knees he seems to think he has some control here. Gently sucking and moving at his own pace, while I let him.

I thrust into his mouth and he gags, not prepared for me to take my control back. His wide eyes return to mine, and my smirk is the only warning I give him before I thrust into his throat. My hand tightens on his hair and his moans vibrate around me, intensifying the sensation.

Saliva is smeared around his mouth, dripping down his chin as I continue to dominate his mouth.

"That's it, be a good boy and get it wet," I groan, thrusting into his mouth. Pleasure is coiling inside me, tightening as his mouth propels me toward the edge. But I have other plans.

I force myself to step back, my cock slipping from Rick's lips. He looks up at me with flushed cheeks and hungry eyes and I can't help but feel a surge of satisfaction at the mess I have already made of his pretty face.

"Hands against the glass wall and spread your legs." Heat flares in his eyes at the order, and a smirk tugs at his lips as he rises to his feet. I pull my shirt off and kick my pants away as he swaggers toward the glass wall. The city lights twinkle through it, the city spread as far as the eyes can see. He throws me a grin over his shoulder, and I know I"m about to get some sort of sass.

"Is this where you strip search me, detective? I"ve made it easy for you, but don"t you need to be wearing a badge for that?" he teases as he places his hands flat against the glass, widening his stance. Not realizing how close I am, he yelps when my hand lands a solid blow against his ass cheek.

A smirk dances across my lips as I watch his reaction. Despite his playful banter, there"s a fire in his eyes that tells me he"s enjoying this just as much as I am. And as he settles into position against the glass, I can"t help but feel a surge of desire coursing through me.

With Rick"s hands pressed against the cool surface of the glass wall, I take a moment to admire the view. The sight of him, framed against the backdrop of the city lights, is utterly captivating.

Stepping closer to him, I run my hands over his exposed skin, reveling in the warmth of his body against mine. His muscles tense beneath my touch, his anticipation palpable as he waits for my next move.

"Do you want this?" I whisper, my breath hot against his ear. He shudders at the sensation, his desire evident in the way his body responds to my touch. "Do you want me to take you?"

His response is a low, needy groan and a soft "Yessss", and I can feel my own arousal building in response. Without another word, I press myself against him, my hardness pressing against his backside as I trail kisses along his neck.

He moans softly, his body arching into mine as I continue to tease him. But I know he wants more, craves more, and I"m more than happy to oblige.

With a firm grip on his hips, I step backward, forcing him to bend at the waist. His hands slide down the glass with the movement, and I spread his legs wider. Letting go of one cheek, I wet my fingers before leaning close to him, spitting directly on his ass. Using my wet fingers, I rub the saliva across his opening before gently pressing a finger into him. He groans low and needy, shifting his hips back toward me as he whispers out a plea.

I take my time, moving one finger and then two inside him, scissoring my fingers and stretching him. "Please, just fuck me," he groans, and I use my free hand to land another blow to his already red skin. He whimpers, his ass clenching around my fingers, but it"s only because I want to feel that around my cock that I give in to him.

I spread more saliva across the head of my aching cock before stepping up behind him. Gripping his hips firmly, I press myself to his entrance, pushing into him slowly. His moans and whimpers get louder, and I take it as slowly as I can, afraid of hurting him too much. But he just pleads for more, trying to press back onto me.

"Please, I can take it, I enjoy the pain," he groans out, and I hum, my jaw tightening. "Fuck, just—" he starts again, but before he can finish, I"m buried to the hilt inside him, and he groans deeply.

"Is this what you wanted?" I grit out as I pull back and thrust deep again. I slap a hand against his ass again, and he clenches around me with a cry. I groan, the feeling of being buried inside of him is so much better than I expected. "Don"t top from the bottom or next time I won"t let you cum," I growl before grabbing a handful of his hair again, pulling his head back before setting a brutal and punishing rhythm.

His moans, whimpers, and gasps are like a beautiful soundtrack and I love dragging every sound from him. I"m not going to last long with him already tightening around me. I keep thrusting into him, my hips slapping sharply against his red ass each time. Releasing the hand on his hip, I lean over and wrap my hand around his cock. He curses, and his groans take on a different tone now that he is riding the edge.

"Do you want to cum? Do you want my cum?" I snarl, and he moans, "Yes, please, yes." My hand tightens, and he whimpers, "Yes, sir, please."

I pull on his cock, twisting my hand, and with a shout, he clamps down around me, the tingling in my spine almost taking hold like an electric shock, but I push it back for a moment as I stroke out his orgasm. My own hips slow to prolong his pleasure, and I swipe my hand against his sensitive tip, eliciting another whimper.

Pulling my cock out of his ass, I wrap my hand around my own length and squeeze and stroke until the tingle of my orgasm takes hold again, and my own release is painting the floor alongside his. I sigh as I milk the last of it from my sensitive cock.

Dragging him upright using the handful of hair I still have held tightly in my fingers, I point down. "Clean up your mess," I command, and his eyes flare on mine, but he slowly lowers himself to his hands and knees on the ground. Bending down, he starts to lick and lap up the cum, and fuck if that isn"t the hottest sight.

My cock almost thinks about waking back up in the fastest recovery time in the world at the sight of this man on his hands and knees licking up our cum from the floor. Once he is done, he sits back on his haunches, his eyes showing a hint of vulnerability for the first time.

"Now what do you say? You begged for my cum, and I gave it to you, so what do you say now?" I prompt and I almost chuckle at the look of defiance that flashes across his face, the vulnerability disappearing.

"Thank you," he says softly.

I tilt my head with a raised eyebrow. "Thank you, sir," he finally corrects himself, but a grin is tugging at his lips, and an answering one is tugging at mine. Leaning down to him, I brush my lips against his, and his eyes widen slightly. I"ve surprised him, but I just hold my hands out to help him up again.

"Let"s go get you cleaned up," I say with a smile as I wrap an arm around his waist and direct him toward the bathroom.

"Hmmmm, promise to dirty me up again soon?" he asks, and I can"t stop the laughter from escaping.