it again just to be clear.
"I know that we'll never work, okay?” He said. "I know. But I can't help it. When I saw Crimson kill that guy, all I could think about was getting you out of there, about what a fucking dumbass I was for ever taking you there in the first place."
I could feel his heart pounding in his chest and I placed my palm flat over his heart. He was so fierce and loyal and he wanted to protect me. It was overwhelming. And it was never going to happen.
"I'm a cop." I spoke soft, but even and clear. I wanted absolutely no miscommunications on that point.
"I know."
"And you're on the ATF watch list." I hadn't meant to tell him that part, but at that point, I didn't have it in me to hold back. Homeland Security knew about the Vargas brothers, but their information came from the ATF.
"What? The ATF has a fucking watch list? What the fuck?" He looked surprised, both by the information and the fact that I knew it. Then he shook his head. "Not the point. I want more, Roni, I want us. ”
I couldn't help it. I totally teared up at that. I wanted it, too. But what good did it do either of us?
"That can never happen."
"Why not?"
I debated repeating my bit about being a cop, but he already knew that and it wasn't enough. "Because I don't want to arrest you. And the more I know about you, about your life, the more likely that is to happen."
"You could quit."
I laughed. "And so could you."
He didn't respond, just drew his mouth together in a tight line, his brow creased in thought. His resignation wasn't forthcoming, of that I was certain.
I stood on my tip-toes and kissed him gently. He allowed the kiss and returned it carefully. "Can't we just enjoy the time we have together right now? Please?"
He deepened the kiss then, his tongue gentler in my mouth than it ever had been. Still knowing and confident, but easy and slow.
I broke off first and looked into his eyes. His expression was sad beyond explanation. There was nothing I could say or do to change reality, short of quitting my job as he suggested. And we both knew I wasn't going to do that. I kissed my way down his chest and settled easily on my knees before him. I picked up the condom and showed it to him, then flipped it behind me onto the bed. As long as I was down on the floor, I was going to spend some time there.
I'd wanted to suck him off since forever, and right then it was a hell of a lot easier than looking in his eyes. I rested my hands on his calves and squeezed gently. He made a strangled grunting sound and rocked his hips forward, a not so subtle reminder that he needed me. Like I could possibly forget the hard cock that was a few inches from my face. As if.
"Easy." He'd said something similar to me recently. A tease letting me know he would take care of me, give me what I wanted, but only when he was goddamn good and ready. The role reversal made me smile.
"I've got you."
"Please." He rocked again. I traced my hands up his legs, stopping at his hips and applying enough pressure to let him know what I wanted. In a true battle of force, he would win, but that didn't mean he couldn't surrender control when I wanted it. He grabbed my hair and urged me forward and I batted his hands away.
"No more of that." I smiled up at him and licked my lips. "Hands behind your back."
He growled, a low, deep rumble that resonated up through his chest and dissipated in his throat. He glared at me, then moved his hands into position. I peeked because I couldn't help it. Here he was, this pillar of manhood and strength, submitting to me, however little. His trust made me heady, but the power itself was exhilarating. He clasped his hands together in the small of his back, like a soldier at ease.
"Good, now stay like that." And before he could protest further, I licked the length of his cock before taking him into my mouth as deep as it would go, which by deep
"I know that we'll never work, okay?” He said. "I know. But I can't help it. When I saw Crimson kill that guy, all I could think about was getting you out of there, about what a fucking dumbass I was for ever taking you there in the first place."
I could feel his heart pounding in his chest and I placed my palm flat over his heart. He was so fierce and loyal and he wanted to protect me. It was overwhelming. And it was never going to happen.
"I'm a cop." I spoke soft, but even and clear. I wanted absolutely no miscommunications on that point.
"I know."
"And you're on the ATF watch list." I hadn't meant to tell him that part, but at that point, I didn't have it in me to hold back. Homeland Security knew about the Vargas brothers, but their information came from the ATF.
"What? The ATF has a fucking watch list? What the fuck?" He looked surprised, both by the information and the fact that I knew it. Then he shook his head. "Not the point. I want more, Roni, I want us. ”
I couldn't help it. I totally teared up at that. I wanted it, too. But what good did it do either of us?
"That can never happen."
"Why not?"
I debated repeating my bit about being a cop, but he already knew that and it wasn't enough. "Because I don't want to arrest you. And the more I know about you, about your life, the more likely that is to happen."
"You could quit."
I laughed. "And so could you."
He didn't respond, just drew his mouth together in a tight line, his brow creased in thought. His resignation wasn't forthcoming, of that I was certain.
I stood on my tip-toes and kissed him gently. He allowed the kiss and returned it carefully. "Can't we just enjoy the time we have together right now? Please?"
He deepened the kiss then, his tongue gentler in my mouth than it ever had been. Still knowing and confident, but easy and slow.
I broke off first and looked into his eyes. His expression was sad beyond explanation. There was nothing I could say or do to change reality, short of quitting my job as he suggested. And we both knew I wasn't going to do that. I kissed my way down his chest and settled easily on my knees before him. I picked up the condom and showed it to him, then flipped it behind me onto the bed. As long as I was down on the floor, I was going to spend some time there.
I'd wanted to suck him off since forever, and right then it was a hell of a lot easier than looking in his eyes. I rested my hands on his calves and squeezed gently. He made a strangled grunting sound and rocked his hips forward, a not so subtle reminder that he needed me. Like I could possibly forget the hard cock that was a few inches from my face. As if.
"Easy." He'd said something similar to me recently. A tease letting me know he would take care of me, give me what I wanted, but only when he was goddamn good and ready. The role reversal made me smile.
"I've got you."
"Please." He rocked again. I traced my hands up his legs, stopping at his hips and applying enough pressure to let him know what I wanted. In a true battle of force, he would win, but that didn't mean he couldn't surrender control when I wanted it. He grabbed my hair and urged me forward and I batted his hands away.
"No more of that." I smiled up at him and licked my lips. "Hands behind your back."
He growled, a low, deep rumble that resonated up through his chest and dissipated in his throat. He glared at me, then moved his hands into position. I peeked because I couldn't help it. Here he was, this pillar of manhood and strength, submitting to me, however little. His trust made me heady, but the power itself was exhilarating. He clasped his hands together in the small of his back, like a soldier at ease.
"Good, now stay like that." And before he could protest further, I licked the length of his cock before taking him into my mouth as deep as it would go, which by deep
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