“Listen, I can’t have anyone finding out about us,” I said. Back pressed against the hard wall, I felt his heavy heart beat smack against his muscular chest. Slowly, I fell into his grasp.

I felt like I was floating in an odd dream again, lost in the way he gazed into my eyes and told me how much I meant to him. Longingly, I waited for him to kiss me and make everything in my life better.

But this was a dream couldn’t keep continuing. I couldn’t keep leading Sawyer on like this. Eventually, I had to tell him how impractical our relationship was.

Lowering his gaze, Sawyer briefly paused at my lips. A low and gruff moan escaped him, followed by a faint grin. Despite taking his chances, he knew how serious I was about what I just said.

No one could find out, or I’d lose everything.

“They won’t hear about this, Marcus.”

There was something different about Sawyer, but it wasn’t his tattoos or rough presence. No, it came from inside of him. Sawyer was one of the good guys, not like those assholes at the department. He was real. Six years in the force put in front of people with that same goodness, but Sawyer was still cast above the rest.

That’s why I wanted him. No, that’s why I needed him.

The warm beating of my heart against my chest jerked me forward. The feeling of pressure excited me. Although I was bound to him, I didn’t want to pull away.

Staring up at his statuesque body, I fell back against his mattress, fingers teasing over the silk sheets. I was in over my head. With Sawyer, there was a constant hunger, but I could never commit.

This time felt different. Sawyer knew it. I knew it. Together, we made a pact. This was the one time we could be together, but every single detail had stay in this room.

Sawyer’s lips were so close to mine, but he never quite lowered them enough for me to taste. Teasing me, he cupped his hand around the center of my jeans and gently fondled. My cock was already tight against the denim. One zip down, and I’d come billowing out.

“Promise me,” I whispered.

“Marcus, I swear. You don’t have to worry about me. I’m not going to out you,” Sawyer said.

Letting his hand drop to his side, he took a step back. “Don’t worry. If you don’t want this, we don’t have to—”

I grabbed his hand and placed it back on my hard package. “I want to worry,” I admitted.

Was that it? Did I want to get caught? It wouldn’t make much sense, but as soon as the thought entered my head, I felt the familiar twirling sensation of a roller coaster ride swirl within my stomach. A smile escaped my lips, and I glanced down at his belt buckle, only for a brief moment.

Training my eyes to face his, I tried not to put any of my nervousness on display. Sawyer brought his thumb to my lips, pressing it in until my mouth dropped open. Unexpectedly, I closed my eyes and sucked on his thumb until he decided to pull it back out.

Suddenly, he was much closer to me. I knew what had to happen next, but I was rigid and unsettled. Every so often, the smell of his cologne would put me at ease, but getting too intimate with Sawyer scared me.

Sawyer lowered his lips closer to mine. Slowly, he held my head steady and opened his handsome mouth. A smirk curled against his face, daring me. Closing my eyes again, I felt the rising pressure creep inside of me before reaching its boiling point.

That’s when he kissed me for the first time.

Our lips crushed together with an obsessive lust and aching passion. I pounced on him and brought him closer to me, scooting back against the headboard. Lifting my thigh, I coiled around him, tasting him, giving myself to him.

He left me fucking breathless.

When I released, I dropped back with a dazed smile on my face. He tasted rich but sweet, like wine with a hint of chocolate, or like the alcohol served at this party.

Oh, fuck. The party, I thought. Everyone was circulating in the main room, and I was supposed to be working security at the front door. But here we were, alone in his dark bedroom, secluded from the world.

Sawyer saw me eyeing the front door. “Stop worrying so much. You said you wanted this,” Sawyer said.

He was right. After all, he was the one who hired me for the party, and he clearly didn’t give a shit.

My heart was still racing inside of me. All I wanted to do was keep this intensity going. “I’m not worried anymore. I want you.”

“I’ve been eyeing you for so long. I can’t believe you’re here,” he said.

I found myself lowering to my knees, my face dragging down his rough jeans. I stopped myself when I felt him, huge, commanding, and thick. Feeling him grow underneath the fabric, I quickly dragged the zipper down.

Unraveling his belt buckle, I threw it to the floor and ran my hands up his jeans until my fingers grasped the single button keeping them around his waist.

Curling his hand around my cheek, Sawyer whispered, “Take your clothes off and open wide, darling.” He said the words with such carelessness that I obeyed him within seconds.

His jeans dropped to the floor. The thick, solid mass of cock rose against my cheek. A hushed moan escaped my lips.

Sawyer reached down and caressed the back of my head before forcing me closer. Instinctually, I opened my mouth and felt him push past my lips. Quickly, he pushed himself in deeper, moaning up at the ceiling. “Good boy.”

This close, it was impossible not to get lost in Sawyer’s body. His strong arms supported my slender body. His muscular chest stood commanding, yet gentle. Saliva pooled in my mouth, and I swallowed it nervously.

“It’s okay,” he said, panting against the wall. “I’m bigger than most guys. It’s not that easy.”

“I can do it,” I said.

And I did. His smooth head tapped against the back of my throat, each pump, more forceful than the last. It didn’t take long for me to get used to opening wide for him, and once I did, I could force him down deeper.

“I want to taste your seed,” I said, smiling at him and twirling my tongue against the bottom of his throbbing head.

“Not yet, Marcus.” His shiny front teeth bit against the edge of his cheek with just enough pressure to force him to take a step back and breathe. “Fuck. You’re really good at this. You’re a natural.”

“Maybe I was born to suck your cock,” I said, teasing him.

Another jolt of electricity ran through my body. God, I liked this. The secrecy, the denial of urges—all of the emotions I had been holding in suddenly came bursting out.

Dropping to his knees, Sawyer gave me a light kiss, pulling back against my plump lips. “You should stay with me,” he whispered. “I like it when you come over here.”

I swallowed, throat suddenly turning very dry. I found myself nodding slowly, but as much as I liked him, I knew I couldn’t agree to that. “I know you want to be with me,” he moaned.

“It won’t work,” I said. Shit, even the guys at the station knew about Marcus. .The rope guy. The bondage freak. Yeah, that was not going to fly. If anyone found out about us, I’d get forced into a new precinct.

“Tonight, I’m yours,” I said, kissing him one more time.

Sawyer grabbed a small rope. I stopped speaking and started listening. “Are you sure you want to try?”

I slowly nodded my head. “I think I can handle it,” I said.

Sawyer smiled, looked down at the ropes, and then looked into my eyes. “Maybe.”

Sawyer was known for his technique, but he stressed that everyone worked differently. Some people carried deep pain inside of their bodies without even knowing it. The constricting patterns could draw

When I saw what he could do, I wanted to know more. “Bind me,” I said.

He quickly fastened my arms to the small of my back. “Now, you’re mine,” he said.

“We’ll see about that,” I said.

“Shut up and let me eat you,” he grunted.

Sawyer picked my body up and scooted underneath me. He slowly lowered my ass onto his face like a platter. Looking down, both of our cocks were a throbbing bundle of deep desire and ache, but I was tied up and powerless.

As soon as I felt his tongue slip inside of me, I let out a quiet whimper. Sawyer lapped at my rim while teasing me open with a finger. The pressure brought my body forward. All of the practice I had given myself didn’t compare to the real thing.

I took a deep breath and eased back onto him. Slowly, the awkward pain of being filled turned to satisfaction. Then, a deep pleasure rose within my core.

“Fuck, Sawyer. That feels so good,” I purred.

Smacking my ass with his free hand, he bit down against my flesh, unable to get enough of me. Sawyer eased in a second finger. “I want you now, but I’m afraid you won’t be able to take me. Not many guys can.”

I looked down again and bit my lip. God, I wanted to able to take all of him, but he was packing something massive, and using spit wasn’t going to cut it. “We need lube,” I said.

“In the closet.” Sawyer pointed, but a heavy laugh came billowing out when he realized I was too tied up to run and grab it. He rolled off the bed and smacked my ass so hard it left a stinging, red handprint. “Don’t go anywhere, boy.”

Boy. I loved hearing him call me that. It meant one thing: I was his.

Fuck. Why couldn’t I let myself be his? Six years in the force allowed me the courage to face unknown threats of all kinds, but when it came down to it, couldn’t even face myself.

Sawyer grabbed the bottle of lube and hungrily pounced back onto the bed, mouth digging into my ass wildly. Clutching against my wrist, he pushed my body into the mattress, positioning my ass high into the air.

“Pour it all over my hole,” I moaned. “Then, give me your fingers again.”

“How many can you take?” he asked.

“Mm…” I kept my back straight for him. “Four.”

Sawyer raised his mouth to kiss down my back. Soon, I felt the cold drops of liquid spread across my ass, cold and soothing. With his big hands, he spread the contents over my hole and teased a finger inside of me.

So far, so good, I thought.

The second finger slipped inside without trouble, but the third took a few attempts. Using his free hand, Sawyer reached in between my legs and kept me hard by spreading the lube around my shaft.

“You’re going to feel so good wrapped around my cock,” he whispered into my ear.

That seemed to do the trick.

Sawyer was patient with me, but three fingers gave him the amount of control he needed. He moved in slow, yet forceful motions. Knowing what to do, he circled his hand until I was open enough for a fourth finger.

I gave myself up to him when he had his hand cupped inside of my ass, leading me toward the edge of the bed. The pressure dwindled, moving into a rich zone of pleasure, and his hand moved like waves inside of me. “Need you,” I managed to moan. “Need to feel you close to me. Just this once.”

Sawyer slipped his hand out of my hole and ran his palm across my cheeks, smacking down until I fell forward. “No more waiting,” he said.

The cold air drifted in from the window, draping against my backside. Sawyer’s body towered above me with dominance, but I knew I could take him. Strange, how fast this happened, but when I looked at him, I knew this was meant to be.

I pushed my ass back and felt him spread over my hole, teasing me. He rolled a knot-proof condom on and tossed the thinly ripped package behind him. “We should be safe,” he said.

Spreading me open with his hand, he urged his body against mine. The head of his dark pink cock pressed against my puckering hole. The slow and smooth thrust was the perfect amount of sway to push me back open. As the inches slipped inside, he held me close to him.

As soon as I raised my back against his chest, the pleasure rose to unexpected heights. His cock furrowed deep inside of me, smooth and gentle, but rough like a man should feel. Holding his lips close to my ear, he whispered, “Don’t act like you can live without this.”

He was right. I knew my heat would bring me back to him, again and again. Once I gave into the thought, I couldn’t help myself. I started to think about all of the ways he could have me.

I found myself telling him what we both wanted to hear. “Sawyer, you fit so well inside of me,” I moaned, voice rising with intensity. “I need you every single day.”

His hands tightened around the ropes. Pulling me closer to him, he twisted a new knot around my thighs and made sure that it held steady. He grunted, lips against resting within the crook of my neck. “Keep talking like that, and you’ll make me knot quick.”

“Do it. Knot inside of me,” I moaned.

Cocking my head back, I kissed him, a long and slow pull before he lost himself inside of me. As Sawyer pulled back against my lips, he asked, “Are you sure? This isn’t just dirty talk?”

Without thinking, I nodded my head. “Just fucking do it.”

I was beside myself with pleasure. I watched and felt his power, as his muscular hips thrust forward, driving everything he had left inside of me. Picking up speed, he reached between my legs and grabbed my stiff shaft. He rocked his wrist back and forth.

The combination of his cock inside of me, coupled with his soothing fondling was enough to push me over the edge. “Oh, Sawyer. Fuck, I’m going to cum.”

“Spill it for me, boy,” he whispered. “Cum for your master.”

The orgasm hit us both at the same time. Sawyer’s body fell against the bed, twisting me in his grasps. But he didn’t stop thrusting his hips. Fuck after fuck, he drilled into me like an artillery gun. “Fuck!” he roared.

I felt it too—the straining and expanding feeling between my legs, resting in the center of my cock. The feeling was addicting, and I was helplessly transfixed.

Suddenly, both of our bodies rocked, intensely in unison with each other. He lurched forward and latched his teeth against my lobe. I felt him knot inside of me, expanding before he could release his flowing seed.

I didn’t anticipate how good his knot would feel against my p-spot, but it latched onto me in a way that felt both alien and perfect, all at the same time. As Sawyer blew his load inside of me, I felt my jaw drop open. The pleasure that had been rising needed an escape.

“Sawyer,” I managed to grunt. “I’m… cumming.”

I curled my palms around the bed sheets, pulling back. Then, everything felt tight. I shot my load onto his hand and my abdomen as he slowly inched away from me. A heaviness filled the room, and I fell back in a complete daze.

Once the feeling started to drift, he looked into my eyes, smile fading. The fantasy was wearing off, and soon enough, we would have to go our separate ways.

“When can we meet again?” he asked me.

A light cough escaped my lips. “I thought we had an agreement,” I said.

Sawyer nodded his head, but he remained otherwise silent as he untied the rope around my wrists, shoulders, and back. Finally, I was able to move. “Well, was the fantasy everything you dreamed of?” he asked.

I glanced down at my clothes on the floor and felt the guilt slowly wash over me. “Look, it’s not like this thing is over. I still want to be friends, Sawyer.” I gave a sigh of pleasurable relief and kissed him. “This was perfect, okay?”

“I don’t need any new friends,” he said, voice full of hurt and spite.

Sawyer rolled over and grabbed a towel. “Here’s a towel. You should probably clean off before you go,” he said.

Tossing the towel my way, he walked to the bathroom and ran the sink. I looked at my scattered clothes and utility belt before feeling more shame rise up inside of me.

“This is how it’s going to be?” I asked him.

Sawyer wanted to protect his emotions, but he didn’t have to act like a prick as soon as everything finished between us. This was something we had agreed to beforehand. He was supposed to know the score.

As soon as I stood up, I felt off. That’s when I saw it. On the mattress was the condom. There was a large tear in the center.

I wanted to scream, but I stayed silent because I knew that whatever I had to say wouldn’t fix things. Besides, this wasn’t an emergency. My heat would end this week, most likely, and I was sure it wasn’t strong enough for me to worry.

Sawyer swallowed and took my hand. “Shit. Sawyer…”

“Don’t worry. It’s not like I’m going to ask you for child support payments. I’ll take care of it,” I said.

Before Sawyer could say anything more, I grabbed the towel from his hands and wiped myself clean. Jumping into my clothes, I calmly faced the door and closed my eyes for a brief moment, sighing. This was a bad decision, and I had a feeling it would come back to haunt me.

“I have to make sure everything is okay out there,” I said.

Sawyer let go of my hand, but the intensity of his voice rose. “Wait. Don’t go. We need to talk about this.”

But I couldn’t stay. Carefully, I gathered my things and opened his door. “Goodbye, Sawyer,” I said.

All of this would have to wait.