“What are you talking about?” I am freaking out. He is right. When Cowboy finds out I am dating a cop, Iwillbe dead meat. But I need to play it off like I am clueless all while I’m shitting a brick in real life.
“I know that don’t ask, don’t tell was repealed, but are you really sleeping with Prez’s brother? Is that why he was here long after he said goodbye to everyone? Were you two hooking up? Oh, can I please tell Ellie? She would be so happy for you guys. Does that make him the Ol’ Man now? All this time, I thought he hated the club, but maybe it was because he was ashamed of being attracted to men—”
“NOPE! Stop right there. You are wrong, sir. Very, verywrong!I am not sticking my dick in that family. I will leave that to you and you alone! I saw what Prez did to you, and I donotwant to be a part of that. No, just look. I can’t tell you, but it is not R.J.. I’m almost certain that man would break me like I would break Turd.” I shudder, but then that makes me tingle thinking about the small plug Whitley tested out with me.
“Awe, it would have been nice to be brothers.” Copper shrugs at me. I give him a shove and start typing more.
“We are brothers. No matter what. Okay, we need to get back on this. We are so far off-topic. I wish you were still on the force sometimes. If you were giving this information to us, it would have some context, that’s for sure.” I start typing, looking at the emails again.
“I wish I could at least spy on the goon squad again. They were in everything. They were who to follow for the drugs.” Copper mumbles, flipping through the folders again.
“Do you know their first names? I’ll see if I can find anything on them.”
“Hmm. How about this? I’m positive that it’s Sarg, but as you said, this shit isn’t helpful. Let me reach out to him. I’ll give it a go under the ruse that I wanna see how he’s holding up and catch up. It’s not complete bullshit, given how I left the place. Let me play it from that front and see if anything comes to light. If not, you can attempt to get into their systems and track them.” Copper suggests.
“You know what? That works. I feel like every time I break into that system, we go further back in time. Nothing is kept in the computers. I don’t know how that fucking precinct functions. Okay, yeah. Let’s do that, and you keep me updated, yeah?”
We go back and forth attempting to crack the code of the emails, and when Copper gets a screaming text from his very hangry Ol’ Lady, we call it quits. I lock up after he leaves and plop my ass down on my bed and throw my body back. Scrubbing my hands down my face, I attempt to clear my mind. It’s not easy, though. Nothing about what’s going on in this town is. The only easy thing is Whitley.
Whitley.
My cock instantly perks up, and I think about the plug that he got me.
“Even if you didn’t want to bottom, I would tell you that you need one of these. I promise you, this pegging your prostate while you rail me will be life-changing.”
I get off the bed and grab it off my dresser. We hadn’t tried it out yet, but I’m ready to change that. I make my way to the bathroom, and after a little while, a Charley-horse, and a cramp in my arm, the plug is in my ass. I thought that it would be uncomfortable, but it’s anything but. Whitley wasn’t lying; when I move the right way, it hits where it’s supposed to.
“Whitley better hurry up and get home, or he’s going to miss this,” I say to no one as I grip my cock and start to stroke.
CHAPTER TEN
It’s been a few weeks since I had my first experience with the butt plug. Since then, we have been messing around more with the plug, and it has heightened everything about our sex life. So much so that he got me bigger ones to work up to, and I now use the largest size I have. The burn when he first put it in me was delicious, and I craved it all the time.
“You’re going to be a total cock slut once I slam deep inside of you. I wouldn’t be surprised if you become the power bottom of this relationship.” Whitley tells me as he plays with my hole.
For weeks he’s been eating me out and fingering me, along with keeping me plugged. He hasn’t slammed home yet. I want him inside of me—more than just his tongue. I knew that I loved eating ass, but being on the receiving end? Fucking incredible.
“So what if I am? Are you gonna have a problem with being on top? Are you telling me that you don’t want to rail me within an inch of my life? Do you not want to see your big, fat cock sink deep into my hole?” I ask, ending in a whisper.
He gripped my hair and yanked my head back, licking a stripe up my neck, stopping to suck on my Adam’s apple. When I let out a moan, he brought my face down and kissed me deeply. We ate each other’s moans as our hands traveled and traced erotic lines up and down the other’s bodies.
“Fuck, Sandy. Of course, I want to fuck you. I just don’t want to rush you. Plus, I happen to really, really like you fucking me. So goddamn much, actually. I’m always thinking about being impaled on your delicious cock—be it my mouth or my hole.”
I couldn’t stop the groan that came out even if I wanted to. Which I didn’t. “But?”
Whitley let out a sigh and gripped my ass, pulling my cheeks apart and causing tension on my hole. I moaned from the sensation.
“But yes. I want to fuck you. I want you spread out, ready for me to eat. I want you positioned, so your ass is front and center, and I have an unobstructed view of your tight hole. I want your balls and your cock hanging so your cock is facing down. This way, I can play with your cock while I eat your ass and suck on your balls. Then, once I’ve driven you mad with desire, made you go crazy with want, having you begging because you need me to fill you, only then will I slam my dick into your ass. Only then will I fuck you so hard that you feel me for days, and when I come, I’ll come so fucking deep you have to swallow it back down.”
A constant shrill of notifications brings me out of my flashback. I need to stop thinking about it, or I will end up coming in my pants like I’m twelve and have no control. I stop everything that I’m doing and take about ten deep breaths. But in the end, it only does so much.
I think about what Whitley told me, and I have to agree. The way the plug feels and moves in me while I drive deeper and deeper into him is euphoric. I feel my cock swell at the thought of it all. Sitting at my home computer, one screen that has the security footage from the hospital playing on a loop while I look at the influx of emails that came through. I need to focus on these. Copper met up with his Sarg, and nothing came of it. We aren’t sure if Sarg is being watched, and that’s why he isn’t saying much to Copper or if he isn’t the one trying to help. Copper is set on Sarg being our little helper, but I’m not. Plus, the files have stopped being dropped off. Now it’s just the emails that aren’t giving us anything!
“What the fuck do you want from me?” I yell at the screen, causing the cats to scatter. I’m losing my mind. There has to be something here that I am not seeing. Something in these notes, the looping security footage, there has to be a connection to the folders, but nothing is hitting me. “I even have more than my eyes looking at this. I don’t fucking get it!”
Launching my chair into the couch, I start stomping around the room. I am so frustrated and can’t turn to the one person I want to. The one Ineedto turn to. In a normal relationship, I’d go to my partner for help. I’d go to them when I needed to be grounded. But because of who my whole body, heart, and soul want, I have to suffer alone. I want Whitley more than my next breath, yet I have to suffer in silence. The worst part is I know why. I understand why, but I fucking hate it.
I don’t even want to be around him today because I know that I will take this bad mood out on him. He doesn’t deserve that as soon as he walks in the door. He hasn’t done anything wrong. Neither of us has. Yet when you look at it from the outside, we both fucked up. From the outside looking in, this relationship doesn’t make sense, and it’s pointless. What kind of life can we have?