Sin City Uniform 02 - Copping an Attitude (15 page)

He lifted his head to catch Parker’s eye. “Get out of your pajamas. I’m gonna fuck you.”

Lonnie rose off the couch, Parker’s startled expression sending a thrill through him. After taking one last glance at Parker hurriedly removing his sleep pants, Lonnie jogged to the bedroom to grab the lube and condoms. It was so fucking great to be the one calling the shots. He hoped that Parker wouldn’t get tired of it, that it wasn’t merely something that he was only tolerating until they’d been together for a while.

Yeah. I think we could be.

Once the supplies had been retrieved, Lonnie rushed back to the living room. He caught his breath when he reached the threshold of the area. Parker lay nude on his back, his long legs crossed at the ankles, his ball sac and beautiful semi-erect shaft nestled atop them. His arms were folded behind his head and his lips were curled up at the edges. Parker was displayed as though he were an offering to Lonnie, a gift for him. Lonnie approached the couch and let his fingers trace up Parker from the top of his foot, along his shin, across his kneecap, his narrow hip then up his torso. He left a trail of gooseflesh in his wake and a light flush rose up on Parker’s skin.

To his delight, Parker had lengthened, hard and leaking. Others had wanted Lonnie, had paid for him. But they hadn’t seen
who
he was, and they especially hadn’t cared. With Parker, everything was different. Parker wanted all of him, looked at him as if he were special. Lonnie had never felt special, not until Parker had entered his life.

His erection tented the pajama bottoms he wore, his sensitized tip rubbing against them uncomfortably. Lonnie reluctantly removed his hand from Parker’s body to discard the pants. He noted with satisfaction the way Parker watched his movements, the way his breathing increased slightly, how he swiped his tongue across his bottom lip.

Lonnie straightened after stepping out of the pajamas. His dick bobbed and all he could think of was moving inside Parker’s tight heat. He leaned over to kiss Parker and Parker slid his hand up the inside of Lonnie’s thigh, stopping under his sac. He rubbed his thumb along the sensitive skin where Lonnie’s leg joined with his pelvis, and cupped the bottom of an ass cheek with his fingers. Lonnie moaned into Parker’s mouth then stood.

Parker didn’t remove his hand. “Will you let me suck you?”

Ever since the first time they’d fucked, Parker had continued to let Lonnie direct everything they did. He never took without asking. A wave of emotion surged through him and he promised himself he would do what Parker had suggested. He would go see a counselor, would do whatever it took to deal with his demons. Lonnie deserved to be happy and Parker deserved the absolute best Lonnie had to offer.

“You want my cock in your mouth?”

Parker groaned, and he grabbed his own dick. Lonnie encircled Parker’s wrist.

“Let go and you can have it.”

Parker released his own obviously throbbing shaft immediately.

“Lonnie…”

“What? What do you want?”

Parker inhaled sharply. “Your cock slamming into me, down my throat.”

Lonnie noted how Parker clutched the back of the sofa with one hand, the cushion with the other.

“You’re being very good, not touching yourself. Don’t touch me either. I’m gonna give you what you want, but I’m gonna fuck your hot ass too.”

Parker nodded, his eyes hooded, his breathing ramping up. He turned his head to the side, offering his mouth to Lonnie. As soon as the spongy end of Lonnie’s swollen erection pushed past Parker’s lips, his lover took him all the way in, swallowing around him. The moist cavern of Parker’s mouth made him gasp and he clutched at Parker’s hair to hold him still. He pulled all the way out, and Parker gulped in air. He worried that he’d gone too far, but Parker opened up to him again.

Lonnie snapped his hips forward, fucking Parker’s face. He never went too deep, mindful of choking him. But the way Parker lavished attention on his needy shaft was incredible. Parker ran his tongue along Lonnie’s length then swirled it around the head before dipping in his slit. He repeated the move several times then alternated it with flicking his glans or sucking the tip. Spit trailed down Parker’s face and onto the cushions as he enthusiastically ate Lonnie’s cock.

Lonnie cried out, almost losing his balance as Parker grasped his ass cheeks to swallow him all the way down. He wanted to admonish Parker about touching him after Lonnie had told him not to, but Parker’s throat muscles were working around his dick, squeezing it and making his mind go blank. His nuts tightened abruptly and he grabbed at Parker’s hands.

“Oh shit, no, let go.”

Parker released the suctioning hold he had on Lonnie, but he almost lost it anyway when he exited Parker’s mouth, his tip dragging over Parker’s soft, wet lips. He fisted the base of his shaft, pressing his thumb against the underside. After taking a few deep swallows of air, he regained control.

Barely able to catch his breath, Lonnie managed to choke out, “Turn over.”

Parker did as he was told, giving Lonnie a wonderful view of his stunning rear. Lonnie caressed it, the taut muscles lightly flexing as he responded to Lonnie’s touch. Lonnie swept his hand along the back of Parker’s thigh, the one hanging down over the side of the sofa. He gently encouraged him to bend at the knee, Parker allowing himself to be manipulated.

The previous week had been a wonder to Lonnie. Making love with Parker had empowered him, given him a sense of being strong. He no longer wanted to be filled with the fear that he was lost or used. He wanted to believe that he was important, that he mattered. It was time to start behaving like it instead of giving in to his insecurities at the slightest hint that everything wasn’t perfect.

Without looking away, Lonnie rolled the condom over his hard, aching flesh then lubed up both his hand and dick. He felt in between Parker’s cheeks, running his fingers along the vulnerable skin, paying particularly attention to Parker’s wrinkled hole. Lonnie teased Parker’s crease. Little cries and whimpers fell from Parker’s lips as he gyrated his hips, humping the sofa.

“Should I give you more?”

“Yes.” Parker’s answer had come out on a gasp. “Everything. Give me everything.”

Lonnie pressed one digit into Parker’s asshole, sinking it in as far as he could go in one thrust. He easily found Parker’s gland and massaged it, Parker jerking as Lonnie hit home. Parker was his to play with, to enjoy. He supported himself with one hand against the back of the couch then added a second finger inside Parker’s slick channel with the other. It was a wonder to watch how enthusiastically Parker responded to him. He was so fucking lucky.

“Mmm, that’s it. One more and I’m gonna fuck you good.”

As soon as Lonnie added a third finger, Parker shoved his ass back forcefully as if to get Lonnie to go deeper. Lonnie twisted his hand, scissoring Parker, stretching him so that he could pound him good. Satisfied that he could take Parker hard without hurting him, he withdrew then placed one knee between Parker’s legs, spreading him wider. Lonnie planted his other foot on the floor to leverage himself. He pressed the head of his dick against Parker’s opening then plunged into him in one swift move.

Parker grunted and Lonnie stilled.

“Okay?”

“God, yes. Don’t hold back.”

Leaning over Parker, he gently kissed his shoulders and the top of his back several times. He pulled almost all the way out of Parker’s ass then slammed back in until his balls were flush to where Parker’s were pressed against the cushion. Lonnie repeated the move again. Then again. He picked up an insistent rhythm, clutching one of his shoulders and pounding into Parker relentlessly. Sweat gathered across his forehead and along his chest until it dripped onto Parker’s back. Parker shifted, lifting one hip then reaching under himself to grab his own dick.

“Yeah, Parker. Do it.”

Lonnie was panting, anxious to come, but wanting Parker there with him. The first pulse rippled around Lonnie’s cock and he yelled, shooting into the condom. He fell across Parker’s back as Parker came apart around him, his lover’s insides milking him so good. Even as they both fought to bring their breathing back to normal, Parker reached up to cover Lonnie’s hand with his. He had to smile. Parker’s fingers were covered in spunk, but Lonnie didn’t care. All that mattered was their connection.

After a few minutes, Lonnie softened and he had no choice but to grab the rubber as he slipped from Parker’s body. He rolled off Parker then tied up the condom before dropping it on the floor where he would deal with it after he’d held Parker for a while. Parker sat up gingerly and leaned into Lonnie. A twinge of concern washed over him, he hadn’t meant to cause his lover any pain. Something must’ve shown in his expression.

“Don’t worry, honey. I loved it. You were incredible.”

“I hurt you.”

Parker angled his body then lowered his head to move in for a kiss. It was impossible for Lonnie to imagine a scenario where he wouldn’t melt whenever Parker’s lips touched his. As Parker dipped his tongue into Lonnie’s mouth over and over, he answered back, Parker’s taste so addictive. After Parker stopped, he still held Lonnie close as he stared into his eyes.

It’s there. I think he feels the way I do.

He still had the sense that he was falling in love with Parker, but wasn’t sure how to tell when ‘falling’ actually became ‘fell’. His only experience with emotions involving others primarily revolved around hurt, disappointment and anger. He knew that whatever he’d felt toward Chad had been colored by a healthy dose of teenage lust. Once they’d been forcibly separated and Lonnie had been thrown on the streets, all he’d been able to focus on was his own survival.

Parker continued to gaze at him with what seemed like adoration, using his clean hand to stroke Lonnie’s face then run his fingers through his hair. Lonnie swallowed, heat rising to his cheeks. As much as his traitorous mind attempted to scream at him that he wasn’t worthy of such admiration, he forced himself not to dwell on it. He wanted Parker’s love more than anything, but his fears were relentless.

God, I could really use a drink.

His forced abstinence in the hospital had helped a lot, but the craving still came over him whenever he got stressed out. He hadn’t mentioned it to Parker. It wasn’t as if he was out of control, but he didn’t ever want there to be anything he kept from Parker either.

“I love watching you when you’re like this. I can practically see those wheels turning in your head.”

Parker carded his fingers through Lonnie’s hair, lifting it high then letting it fan back over his forehead.

“I really didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Parker embraced him tighter. “It’s a good hurt. I’ll feel you even when we’re not together. I’ll carry you with me.”

“Shit, Parker.” He squirmed. “That’s really hot.”

They kissed some more—softly, leisurely. Parker chuckled against Lonnie’s mouth. He angled his head back to look into Parker’s eyes.

“What?”

“I was just thinking. Until I get some cleaner for the sofa, I might have to turn the cushion over.”

Lonnie frowned briefly before it dawned on him to what Parker was referring to. He cringed.

“Sorry.”

Parker laughed heartily. “What are you sorry for? You’re not the one who nutted all over the couch.” He winked at him. “I heard some rumors that someone was making spaghetti. Is that true?”

Lonnie snorted. “Funny. Hopefully, it won’t be too big of a disaster.”

Parker jostled him in his arms. “Stop it. I’m sure it’ll be great.” Parker pressed a kiss to Lonnie’s temple. “Plus, I’m starving. But I think I’ll go jump into the shower first—I’m a bit crusty.”

After releasing Lonnie, Parker stood, then offered his hand to him.

“Care to join me?”

Lonnie nodded.

Always.

Chapter Ten

It was startling to Parker when he stopped to think about how much his life had been altered in only a few weeks. The last thing he’d expected to happen was to find someone to care about—particularly in the course of doing his job. Ever the practical man, Parker had always lived somewhat by the book. He’d decided early on to pursue a career in law enforcement, had set his course, then had worked hard to secure a decent life for himself.

But not only for himself. His biggest desire had been for a partner to share in that life with him. He’d been fortunate to have a good upbringing, a family filled with love. It was time for him to build his future with a man of his own. He couldn’t decide what it was about Lonnie that spoke to him deep in his heart, but it was unlike anything he’d ever experienced toward another person before. Somewhere inside Lonnie was a man aching to share his love and to be loved in return.

But as much as Parker wanted to take care of him, he could also sense how fiercely protective and loyal Lonnie would be about him. Parker was certain that it went beyond the need to be in control. There were also indicators that Lonnie wanted to give of himself. As much as he still feared the possibility that it was too soon to expect that Lonnie was ready for any type of long-term relationship, Parker was willing to try, willing to risk being crushed if he were to lose Lonnie as a partner.

Parker pulled into the station, ready for another long shift. Darren had only harassed him his first night back after Lonnie had moved in, but it had seemed to be fairly good-natured. He hadn’t dared tell Lonnie that not everyone he worked with had been so cool about their relationship. After what had happened earlier, Parker didn’t want to upset his young lover any further.

He’s not the only one feeling protective.

Parker couldn’t hold back a smile. It was obvious that they were both intent on taking care of the other. That alone spoke to Parker in a way that everything else that had transpired between them hadn’t. There was a bond. He only needed to be patient to see what that bond would mean for the both of them.

After locking up his car, he headed into the station. The first person he saw was Sergeant Lopez walking toward him. Parker had the suspicion that Lopez had been waiting for his arrival. There was a definite air to his boss that concerned him—the pursed lips, disgusted scowls and resigned sighs Lopez had perpetually used every time he’d been in Parker’s presence recently had been definite indicators. They had alerted him to the fact that the Sergeant was less than thrilled over his and Lonnie’s relationship since they’d always accompanied random comments about Lonnie. At least the Sergeant had quit referring to him as Slade.