Sin City Uniform 02 - Copping an Attitude (13 page)

“You’re beautiful, don’t ever think any different.”

Parker dragged him over until their skin touched from chest to knees. He held him tightly, kissing his temple and the top of his head repeatedly. The heat and the tiny heartbeat from Parker’s erection as it throbbed against Lonnie reassured him that what he’d said was the truth. Parker wanted him. But it still didn’t solve his other dilemma.

“My arm… It’s…”

“I can straddle you.”

Lonnie bit his bottom lip. He’d wanted to be upright—not on his back. He’d wanted to see Parker’s fine ass as he thrust into him.

“Yeah, okay. But let me direct you?”

He wasn’t sure how Parker felt about him being so bossy, but he knew it would take him a while before he’d exorcised all his demons. It just felt so good to be the one in control—the one who got what he wanted.

Parker leaned back to look into his eyes. “Whatever you say, honey. I’m yours however you want me.”

His body vibrated with need. Parker submitting to him was almost enough to make him shoot regardless of any other stimuli.

Lonnie’s words tumbled out. “Thank you, thank you. You have no idea, Parker. No idea how much this means.”

“Tell me then.”

“Let me scoot up first.” He cleared his throat. “Oh, and um, I assume you have stuff?”

Parker winked at him, a pleased smile on his face. “I do. I’ll grab that while you get in position.” Parker rolled to the other side of the bed where there was a second nightstand. “Do you want me to shut off the light?”

“No. I wanna see everything I do to you.”

Parker let out a moan that filled Lonnie with satisfaction. He would please himself, but he would also do everything he could to give Parker the ride of his life. Parker rolled back over then opened his hand. There was a ribbed condom and a tube of slick. Lonnie absent-mindedly wondered if Parker had ever had that particular type of rubber inside him before or if he’d only used it on other men. He pushed thoughts of Parker’s other encounters out of his mind. He only wanted it to be about them together in the moment.

“Okay, now?”

God, it had him so
hard
. The sensation of being in charge was a head rush. It filled his heart, how willing Parker was to give himself over to whatever Lonnie desired.

“Straddle me, but, um, with your back to me, and stay on your knees.”

Parker didn’t question, he merely did what Lonnie asked. As he positioned himself, he noticed that Parker’s thick shaft was full and scarlet tipped as it bobbed with his movements.

I think he’s getting off on this too.

As soon as Lonnie had Parker the way he wanted him, he had to take deep breaths to control himself—his dick and sac ached uncomfortably. Parker was just as amazing with his back to him as he was from the front. Lonnie really would’ve loved to have had the full use of both his hands. He’d need one to finger Parker and the other to squeeze the base of his own fucking cock before he unloaded everywhere.

“Lean forward, hands and knees, but stay over me with your ass as close to my face as you can get.”

Parker let out a small moan again and Lonnie joined him.

Jesus.

God, the man had amazing glutes. So round—so full and hard. As his gaze dropped, he noted how heavy and low Parker’s scrotum hung. His stiff length was partially visible, the tip of his shaft likely straining toward Parker’s body. A thin strand of pre-cum trailed down toward the sheets.

Allowing himself a moment to enjoy the view, Lonnie caressed the lightly furred skin of Parker’s backside then parted his crease. He held Parker open, his cheeks as far apart as he could get them in his less than agile state. Parker’s wrinkled entrance was framed with a sprinkling of fine hairs, graduating to darker ones along the edges of his seam. Lonnie’s breathing increased the same as Parker’s.

“Is the brace bothering your skin?”

“No, honey. God, don’t stop whatever it is you’re doing.”

In Lonnie’s mind, he hadn’t done much of anything, but Parker’s statement confirmed what Lonnie had guessed. Parker was turned on by Lonnie ordering him around. He leaned forward to slide his tongue up Parker’s exposed ass, licking him from taint to the top of his crack. He was rewarded with a rumbling groan. Lonnie repeated the move a few more times, watching in fascination as Parker’s hole twitched in response.

Lonnie wanted inside.

Poking at Parker’s entrance with his tongue, he nudged it, forcing the hardened tip past Parker’s resistant ring of muscle. He slid it in just enough to revel in the vise-like grip around him, to taste his musky flavor. Lonnie wriggled the small appendage inside Parker, ecstatic at Parker’s response as he fucked him with his tongue. Parker whimpered and cried, thrusting back as if he was begging with his hole.

Lonnie exited Parker’s backside, licking his lips. Parker let out a loud sigh.

“Jesus, Lonnie. Fuck. You’re making me dizzy from that amazing tongue of yours.”

“Mmm, you taste awesome. Plan on me making you dizzy a lot.” He kissed Parker’s butt cheek, giving it a soft bite before letting go. “Now I need to slick you up.”

He reluctantly let go of Parker to wrestle the lube open with his impaired hand. Once he’d coated the fingers of his good one thoroughly, he sought out Parker’s opening, smearing the liquid around his pucker, softening him even further than his oral attentions had. He pressed his digit gently against Parker’s entrance until it popped in. Parker’s hole grasped him, flexing around it. It was so fucking hot watching him, experiencing every nuance of his body as it reacted to everything Lonnie did.

He slid his finger farther in, sinking it to his first knuckle, then twisting gently.

“Oh, fucking hell. Yeah.”

Encouraged by Parker’s words, Lonnie slid in and out of his hole, poking him repeatedly. Parker rolled his hips, rocking forward and back, still begging. Lonnie removed his finger then breached Parker’s entrance again with two. He pushed in deeper, crooking his digits, seeking the fat gland that would rock Parker’s world.

“
Fuck
, Lonnie!”

Parker had jerked forward. Lonnie couldn’t hold Parker still with his injured arm, so he lifted his knees until he’d blocked Parker’s shoulders—effectively trapping him so that he’d have no choice but to take whatever Lonnie gave him. Lonnie gave him three fingers.

It was a marvel watching Parker gyrate and squirm as Lonnie played with his asshole, sinking his digits in over and over. He sped up, loving how soft and hot Parker was from the inside. He kept up his ministrations but leaned in to take another bite of Parker’s rear.

Lonnie was agonizingly close to shooting his load, Parker’s vulnerability to him so intoxicating. He needed Parker wrapped around his dick before he let go, so he eased his fingers out of him.

Parker had been nuzzling Lonnie’s thighs, his knees—Parker’s light stubble leaving a faint rash behind. Lonnie lowered his legs and Parker fell forward. It gave Lonnie the opportunity to tear open the condom then roll it down his length. He closed his eyes to slow his breathing, get himself in check. The sight of Parker so open and willing mere inches from Lonnie’s face would only send him over the edge that much quicker.

Ready to enter his new lover for the first time, Lonnie allowed himself a good look. There wasn’t the slightest chance he would miss out on seeing Parker’s stretched hole as it swallowed up his cock.

Lonnie guided Parker the best he could, but it was tough with only one hand. Parker seemed to sense his dilemma, reaching behind him to feel for the tip of Lonnie’s shaft. The brush of Parker’s fingers on his overly sensitized end did him in. He hissed and let go of Parker completely before grabbing himself at his base and squeezing hard.

“Wait, wait.”

It was disconcerting to be so turned on to someone. With his tricks it had taken what felt like feats of magic to either get it up at all or—God forbid—to come. Parker’s mere existence was all the aphrodisiac Lonnie would ever need.

He exhaled. “Okay, I’m okay. Lower yourself on me.”

God, I’m so pushy.

“Please.”

“No begging necessary, honey.” Parker spoke erratically, panting. “I can’t wait to feel you all the way inside me, giving it to me.”

Parker bore down on Lonnie’s stiff flesh and Lonnie stared in wonder as he breached Parker’s tight ring, the grip and heat unbelievably good. There was resistance at first, but then Parker’s snug passage gradually relaxed around Lonnie’s cock. Lonnie ran one hand up Parker’s flat belly, along his ribs then skimmed over his erect nipples. Playing with first one then the other, he teased them, keeping them pointed as Parker moaned and fucked himself on Lonnie’s dick.

But Lonnie had to move. Every time Parker seated himself, Lonnie met him with a strong thrust. He would’ve given almost anything to be able to grasp Parker’s cheeks with both hands and spread them wide as he pounded up into his slick channel. Parker leaned back, arching his spine and Lonnie pinched his taut nubs harder. He nibbled on Parker’s shoulder blades, licked his salty skin, their coupling increasing in its fervor.

Their motion was fluid and Lonnie was struck by how emotional it all was. They weren’t having sex—they were making love. He finally understood.

His balls tightened, but he kept his orgasm at arm’s length, hoping that Parker would be there with him at the same time. He slammed harder into Parker, his cockhead hitting Parker’s insides, skating over his gland with each plunge. Parker’s cries increased in volume as a fine sheen of sweat covered them both. Lonnie lowered his hand to wrap it around Parker’s shaft and that was when Lonnie felt the first glorious pulses of Parker coming around him. Warmth erupted over his fingers and he released, crying out, pumping his hips jerkily until he collapsed against the headboard. The waning spasms in Parker’s channel made him twitch a few times as the last drops of cum were milked out of him.

Parker lay back in his arms, panting heavily. Lonnie kept his one hand flat across Parker’s chest, a sensation of possessiveness washing over him.

He’s mine.

The intensity of the thought startled him. He’d never been compelled that way toward a lover. Of course, his only attempt at anything like a real relationship had been with Chad, and that hadn’t progressed very far. He didn’t want to get all weird and jealous, but he wanted Parker. Parker was
his
.

Chapter Nine

Bliss. Complete and utter bliss. Lying back in Lonnie’s embrace was perfect. Everything about him tripped Parker’s triggers. Even the ones he’d never known he’d had. It had never entered his mind that he would love having a guy order him around in bed. But giving himself over to Lonnie’s will had been exciting, and exposing himself so shamelessly under Lonnie’s guidance had been fucking hot.

He made a sound of protest as Lonnie’s shaft softened, slipping from his body. Lonnie wedged a hand between them, no doubt grabbing the condom. He worried that he might be squashing his lover, but Lonnie hadn’t loosened his hold. It was almost as if Lonnie was taking care of him when Parker had assumed that he’d be the one doing the caretaking.

“That was amazing Parker, thank you.”

Lonnie lightly stroked his chest and Parker smiled. It had meant a lot to Parker that their first time together be a positive experience for Lonnie since Parker didn’t completely know what sort of traumatic sexual history the young man might have.

“I should be the one thanking you. Wow. I might never top again.”

There was an immediate change in Lonnie’s body language, definite tension had crept in. Parker laid his hand over Lonnie’s, stilling his motions.

“Talk to me, honey.”

He felt Lonnie shift under him and decided he needed to move off Lonnie’s body before he hurt him. He settled on his side so he could see Lonnie’s sweet face. He traced a finger around the fading scar lining his eye socket.

“It’s still pretty ugly, huh.”

“No. It’s not ugly, but it pisses me off. I think if I weren’t a cop and I ran into those guys somewhere…”

“Don’t. Not on my account. I don’t want to be a bad influence on you.”

“What—? Is that what you think?”

Lonnie scooted down so that they faced one another. “I dunno. I don’t wanna come in here and turn your world upside down, change everything about you.”

Parker brushed Lonnie’s hair back from his eyes. He liked the way it fell through his fingers. “That’s not what’s happening here. If I change it would be because I decided I wanted to. That I decided that changing was a better thing for
me
to do.”

“So… Were you just kidding about not wanting to top anymore?”

Parker chuckled. He’d figured it had been something to do with that. “Sort of.” He locked eyes with Lonnie, anxious that he see the truth in them. “Except that bottoming has never been so good for me. I guess what I meant is that if it’s always that great, why would I ever want to top?”

“But you would if I asked you too, right?”

“That’s important to you, isn’t it?”

Lonnie appeared confused as he drew his eyebrows together. “Whaddya mean?”

“You like being in control, being in charge of me in bed.”

A fierce blush crawled up Lonnie neck and into his cheeks. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

Parker cut him off with a kiss. He threw himself into reassuring Lonnie with his tongue, his lips. He claimed Lonnie’s mouth over and over until they were both breathless once again. Finally breaking away, he kept his hand at Lonnie’s nape.

“Don’t be sorry. I fucking
loved
it. I had no idea it would make me so hot.”

Lonnie chuckled. “Yeah. Me neither.” He chewed on one side of his bottom lip. “So, are we, like, boyfriends now?”

Parker’s heart ached in a good way. Lonnie filled it to overflowing.

“I’d like that—if it’s okay with you.”

A genuine smile lit up Lonnie’s face. “It’s definitely okay with me.”

“Excellent. Then what does my boyfriend want from me now?”

“Hold me.”

Parker melted a little inside. “C’mere.”

He enfolded Lonnie in his arms, reminded of the reality of the young man’s circumstances from not too long before. He knew the abrupt changes in Lonnie’s life had to be both comforting and frightening at the same time. Parker’s only desire was to be there for whatever and however Lonnie needed him. Knowing that Lonnie had experienced a great deal of trauma over an extended period of time meant that their road together might not be too easy. Parker hoped that he would always do the right thing by his new lover—no matter what that might mean.