Page 23 of Outside the Lines
Bastard knew exactly what he was doing, I was certain. That was all it took. I locked my fingers into his hair, fucked his throat deep, and emptied my nuts into him. I tried to keep quiet—the cop was closer now—but I must have gasped or grunted or something—because the light flashed up into my eyes.
“Hey!” A cop voice—deep, gravelly, and intimidating.
Simon yanked my shirt down over my unzipped jeans, then wiped semen off his mouth with the back of his hand. “Help me find my keys.” He was grinning like he’d won the jackpot. The bulge he sported in his jeans told me everything.Someoneliked getting caught. Or maybe being watched.
I knelt down out of the flashlight glare and zipped myself up and struggled to catch my breath. “Think you dropped them over there.” My voice sounded louder than normal, and way more broken than it should have.
Shit.
“Hey!” The cop yelled this time, and the light shone on both of us.
“It’s okay, Phil. I dropped my keys.” Simon lifted the bundle, and shook them in the beam of the flashlight. They jangled and clanked and glittered with water from a puddle.
I wondered if Phil noticed the ridge of Simon’s dick, so prominent in his jeans, especially with the way he knelt. Or that Simon’s lips were plump and bruised and glistened like the wet pavement, or that his jeans were far too damp to have been kneeling for only an instant.
“Simon Derry.” The cop sounded exasperated. “I’ve told you not to slink around your own shop. Give me a heart attack.”
Simon stood and rattled his keys again. The flashlight swung to me. I rose slowly on shaky legs, holding up my hand to shield against the light. I didn’t like cops much—mostly because they always pegged me for a gay guy and gave methatfrown—like the queer would get on them if I got too close. I knew they weren’t all like that, but still. Trust wasn’t exactly there.
“Who’s this?” There was suspicion in Officer Merrick’s voice. Bingo. He didn’t like me either.
“This is Ian. I’m helping him with a project.” I had no idea how Simon sounded so normal after swallowing me to the pubes repeatedly, but he did. He also had this incredible grin, like this was a picnic, and not the aftermath of a blowjob in an alley. “Doing a little work after hours.”
A grunt from the cop. “Your wife know?”
Oh fuck. My cheeks went hot. I hoped that didn’t show in the cop’s flashlight, because I never could keep up the innocent act.
“Of course!” Now Simon sounded offended. “Who do you think locked us in?”
The light swung between us and then down to the ground. The cop sighed. “This place is way more trouble than Red Hot Bluewater.” With that, he stomped away.
I exhaled, and Simon chuckled. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”
Didn’t have to tell me twice. “Jesus, that was . . . something.” My voice shook. “Fucking hell.” Maybe Officer Merrick was an okay guy, but I was happy to see the back of him.
We walked around to Main to where I’d parked. I unlocked the Mini, then paused. “So, you wanna come over?”
Guess I spoke gruffly or sounded angry or upset, because he tilted his head, and for the first time since I’d met him, worry marred his features. His keys rattled. “If you don’t want me to, I can . . .” He looked away, his voice dropping off. “I thought you’d like that, but . . .” A glance, and there was anguish there. He backed away from the car. “I’ll get my bike.”
Oh God. He thought I was rejecting him. “Si!” Maybe I said it too sharply because he jumped a little and his eyes went wide. If there hadn’t been a car between us, I’d have taken his hand. “I want to spend the night with you.” Peel those clothes off him and take him as high as he’d brought me. Maybe higher. I wanted to bury myself in him. Feel him squirm under me. A litany of steamy fantasies we couldn’t possibly accomplish in one night ran through my head.
“Oh.” Sheepish and slightly mortified was cute on Simon. “Um. So, I should get in the car?”
“Yes, Simon. You should absolutely get in the car.” I was getting hard again. Maybe voyeurism got Simon off. Taking charge? That was my kink. And Simon had the expression of a man who needed someone to tell him what to do right now. “Get in and buckle up. I’m taking you for a ride.”
Simon did as told, belt and everything. In the dome light of the Mini, he appeared distinctly relieved. With the doors shut, no one could overhear us. “That was some goddamned magic you did back there. I hope you like being fucked, because I intend to return the favor . . . in spades.”
“Yeah, I, whatever you want to do,” he said.
Music to my ears. “As long as I don’t break you.”
“I’m very,veryhard to break.” That sly smile had returned.
When the dome light faded, I pressed the ignition button and slipped the car into reverse. “We’ll see about that.” I liked a challenge, after all.
We were heading out of town, vaguely toward whereWolf’s Landingfilmed. I tasted Ian with every swallow. Yeah, the blowjob in the alley had been risky, but damn, I’d wanted him. Wanted him to want me. After two days of sexual frustration, I needed him to use me for whatever he desired.
I still couldn’t read Ian, though. Sometimes he seemed hot for me—then he didn’t at all. The salt in my mouth and ache in my throat told me he had enjoyed the blowjob. But the budding relationship? Who knew.
