If he wasn’t seeing it for himself, Jett might not have believed it. The shift in Rico’s demeanor had been so sudden, it took Jett off-guard. The stoic, stubborn former SEAL had suddenly become a man of need and desire. Everything from the way Rico’s green eyes seemed to burn into Jett’s, to the way his body pressed hard against him was the exact opposite of the buttoned-up personality Jett had slowly grown accustomed to. It was as if someone had flicked a switch inside Rico’s brain, lighting a fire, and it was now burning over.

Jett smiled when he realized that someone was him. Jett hadn’t a clue Rico was even remotely interested in him as anything more than a possible suspect and a consultant on the case. Hell, Jett hadn’t even thought Rico was into men. He had been mistaken on both counts and was pleased to be wrong for once.

There was something intensely erotic about the muscled man being bound before him. It amused and aroused Jett to hear Rico admit he didn’t want to be free of the cuffs just yet. It gave Jett the opportunity and permission to do whatever he wanted to Rico while he was cuffed. The possibilities ran through Jett’s mind and he realized all the parts of Rico’s body he had given only cursory glances before were now looking like new, exciting toys in his mind.

Jett placed his hands on Rico’s chest, feeling the muscles shifting beneath the fabric of Rico’s shirt, the warmth of his skin radiating through. Taking his time, Jett ran his fingers down Rico’s torso, pressing against his stomach and feeling the lines of muscle. A smirk crossed Jett’s face once more as he felt his abdominals flex and roll, a sharp breath coming from Rico as Jett groped him.

They were about the same height, but Rico obviously outweighed him with nothing but muscle. Even with his wrists bound, Rico’s body exuded strength as Jett ran his hands down the man’s stomach, over his hips, gripping his thighs. There didn’t seem to be a part of Rico’s body that wasn’t ridged with muscle. Jett felt a thrill of excitement as he imagined what it would feel like to have Rico’s body pressed against his, Rico’s bulk holding him down as Rico had his way with him.

Rico’s eyes were narrowed, his pupils wide and dark as Jett’s fingers found the button to his slacks. The back of Jett’s fingers brushed against the hard length of Rico’s cock as it strained against the fabric of his underwear and pants. Jett’s attention on unfastening Rico’s pants shifted as he ran his fingers over the outline of Rico’s cock. Another shiver of anticipation rippled down Jett’s spine as he lovingly stroked the thick cock, wetting his lips in anticipation. Jett knelt, running his fingertips from the base to the very tip of the hard length through the fabric.

Jett felt a shudder run through Rico’s body as he unsnapped the man’s button, unzipping his slacks slowly. Taking his time, he peeled the folds of Rico’s pants away, revealing surprisingly vibrant green boxer briefs beneath. Jett couldn’t help but chuckle as he pulled the hem of Rico’s shirt out of his way, revealing more of the clinging fabric.

“What could possibly be funny right now?” Rico asked through clenched teeth.

Jett ran his hand over the bulge in Rico’s underwear. “You didn’t strike me as a fun and colorful underwear kind of guy. Kind of had you pegged for a plain boxers man.”

Rico snorted, rolling his eyes. “You planning on admiring my choice of underwear or are you going to do something?”

Jett grinned, hooking his fingers into the band of Rico’s underwear and tugging. “Bossy.”

Rico said nothing, his eyes riveted on Jett’s face as he pulled the underwear down enough to wrap his fingers around Rico’s cock. Despite his eagerness, Jett carefully extracted Rico’s cock from the confines of his briefs, swinging the heavy girth into view. Jett ran his eyes up and down the thick cock.

Jett eyed the leaking head, smirking. “You might have come off as boring at first introduction but your cock is anything but.”

“Jett,” Rico growled in warning.

Jett chuckled, even as his stomach flipped at the primal sound from Rico’s throat. He tilted the cock down to his face, gently running his hand over the leaking head. As the taste of Rico slid over his tongue, the detective rumbled a groan of appreciation. Jett wrapped his mouth around the head of Rico’s cock, sighing as he inched his way forward.

Rico’s hips twitched, then stilled, as if he were resisting the urge to drive himself into Jett’s throat. Jett managed a smile before the girth prevented his lips from doing anything more than wrapping around Rico’s cock. The blunt head pushed deeper into Jett, his throat muscles squeezing before he forced them to relax. It had been some time since he’d last had some fun with someone of Rico’s size, and it was a process to adjust to the impressive intruder.

Jett looked up as over half of Rico’s cock slid into his throat. Rico had been silent, and Jett almost chuckled when he saw the reason. Unfiltered shock shone on Rico’s face as he watched his cock disappearing into Jett’s mouth. He loved the moments when he could surprise a lover with his skill, and he’d yet to find a man he couldn’t completely take into his throat. Rico’s eyes widened as Jett pushed forward, taking the last few inches of Rico’s cock.

“Holy fuck,” Rico whispered, his voice thick with lust and awe.

With the best moan he could muster, Jett slid back, vibrating the sensitive flesh. He sucked gently on the leaking head, reaching up to run his grip along the slick length. Jett ran his tongue along the underside of Rico’s cock, feeling it pulse in the grip which held it steady, and feeling Rico’s body going taut against him. Jett didn’t know if Rico was normally so expressive during sex or if it had just been a while since the detective had a bit of fun. Whatever the reason, Jett was ready to capitalize on it, teasing Rico until the other man was at the end of his rope.

As his tongue slid back to the head of Rico’s cock, Jett wrapped his lips around it once more. He swirled his tongue about, watching as Rico’s half-lidded eyes stared down at him with growing pleasure. Without warning, Jett pushed his mouth forward, feeling the entire length of Rico’s cock push its way into his throat, stretching it wide once again. Rico gave a sharp gasp, his hips pushing forward and helping drive the last inch of his cock into Jett’s mouth. Jett moaned around the thick length, feeling it twitch in his throat as Rico gave another low groan.

Rico’s body thrashed as Jett eased back, only to bring all of Rico’s cock into his mouth once more. Jett let his throat muscles squeeze and pulse around Rico’s cock, milking as much pleasure as he could. Jett began to build a rhythm, sliding his mouth back and forth, pausing every now and then to allow his throat muscles to work over Rico’s cock. The detective gasped, his hips shoving forward every time Jett allowed him to bottom out in his throat. Rico’s movements became more aggressive as time went on. If he had been capable, Jett would have grinned, right up until he felt strong hands grip onto his shoulder, pushing him off Rico’s cock and away from the box.

Jett gasped as his back hit the floor with a quiet thud, the sound slipping into an appreciative groan as Rico’s weight pressed down onto him. Some part of his mind laughed as he felt Rico’s grip on his pants, undoing the button and yanking them past his thighs. He loved watching his partner lose his mind from Jett’s ministrations, becoming so eager and desperate for more that they completely forgot about doing anything nice and slow. The aggression he had felt building up in the larger man seemed to have reached its peak.

“Bossy, now pushy,” Jett said with a smirk, as he felt his pants yanked to his ankles.

Rico pressed his hand against Jett’s collarbone, holding him down. “The lube, where is it?”

Jett’s eyes glittered up at him, licking his bottom lip. “Left front jacket pocket. Condoms too.”

Rico’s eyes bore into Jett’s. “Just carry those on you, huh?”

“Are you complaining?” Jett asked as innocently as he could with desire rising within him.

“Not a fucking chance,” Rico growled, rummaging through Jett’s coat until he pulled out the bottle of lube and a strip of condoms.

Jett watched Rico tear a single packet free from the rest. “Good thing I always keep the monster size on hand.”

Rico eyed the condom, hesitating. “If you want me to stop, say so.”

Jett blinked, torn between being touched by Rico’s gentility and impatience at the interruption. “Trust me, if I wanted you to stop, I would have made my wishes known. Maybe the master of escapes likes being pinned down and screwed into the floor.”

Rico’s eyes widened slightly, his fingers curling against Jett’s chest. “I can do that.”

Those words were the closest thing to a warning as Jett felt Rico grab his hips and flip him onto his stomach. Jett let out a breathless laugh, amused and aroused at being so easily manhandled. It wasn’t often he found someone who could throw him around like he was nothing. Jett considered it a rare treat to be savored.

Rico grabbed the back of Jett’s underwear, yanking them down and exposing his ass to the cool air. Jett looked over his shoulder as he felt Rico’s hand rub carefully over one cheek, then gave a startled yelp as one of Rico’s hands playfully slapped down. A throaty chuckle rose up from Rico, the sound sending a thrill of pleasure through Jett. For a moment, he considered telling Rico to toss the condom away, not caring about the possible consequences. Rico’s sheer force of personality and dominating will were pushing all the right buttons, and the temptation to allow the detective to claim him entirely rose up.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden coolness of the lube against his skin. Before he could twist around to see what was happening, Rico’s large hand pressed against the back of his neck, holding Jett in place against the floor. Jett wriggled, trying to arch his back as he felt one of Rico’s fingers press against the ring of muscle at his entrance. He tried to brace himself, his mind flashing to the size of Rico’s hands.

Jett’s head thumped against the floor as he felt one slick finger press into him, spreading him slightly. Rico’s free hand bore down between his shoulders as he slid his finger into Jett completely. Jett let loose a puff of air, trying to decide if he wanted to skip the tease of the fingers and go straight to the possible danger of taking Rico’s dick immediately, or if he wanted to egg Rico onto adding a second finger. The choice was made for him as he felt another poke of pressure, letting out a groan as another finger slid into him.

The two fingers entered him a little slower than just the one. There was a hint of a burn as Rico’s thick digits pushed past the slight resistance of his muscles. The burn was gone the moment Rico curled his fingers, sending a shot of pleasure up Jett’s spine. Jett’s hips pushed back, trying to get more of Rico into him as the detective began to slide back and forth, spreading him apart ever so gently.

By the time the third finger was added, Jett was panting and trying to push himself up off the floor to encourage Rico. The larger man’s grip on Jett never lessened, pinning him to the floor with one hand, all while patiently preparing Jett. When Rico finally pulled his fingers free of Jett’s ass, the magician was left whimpering, arching his back in the only presentation he could manage.

Jett couldn’t see it, but he heard the crinkling of the condom wrapper opening somewhere behind him. His stomach tightened in the pause it took for Rico to slide the condom over his thick cock. There was the sound of something slick moving, and Jett realized Rico was now adding lube to his covered cock. It was a unique experience, having to make an educated guess by sound alone. It added to the anticipation, melding with and increasing his lust.

Jett’s breath caught as he felt the blunt head of Rico’s cock press against him. Rico’s hand never left the spot between his shoulders, fingers curled against the back of Jett’s neck. The moment of anticipation hung between them, until he finally felt the pressure of Rico’s cock pushing forward. Jett tried to force himself to relax, gasping sharply when Rico’s strength finally pushed the wide head of his cock past the ring of muscles. To Rico’s credit, he paused, letting Jett adjust to the sudden intrusion, his body hovering over Jett’s as he waited.

“Good?” Rico asked, his voice thick and tight.

Jett sucked in a breath of air. “Keep going. For the love of God, keep going.”

The man was big, but he wasn’t big enough that Jett couldn’t handle him. As Rico took his advice, pressing forward, Jett wondered if Rico might be the biggest person he’d had inside of him. It stung, a burn radiating out, increasing as he felt Rico slide deeper into him. Jett gritted his teeth, almost protesting until Rico stopped moving, allowing Jett to acclimate.

Rico apparently sensed what was happening, or just knew from personal experience, and moved one hand beneath Jett. When he felt Rico’s slick fingers wrap around his shaft, Jett let out a low moan. Jett’s aching subsided immediately as pleasure worked its way up his spine. Rico began to pump, easing himself back before pushing forward, going a little deeper with each downward motion. Jett’s breathing eased, feeling each stroke as it deepened, spreading him apart.

It was impossible to tell how long it took until he finally felt Rico’s hips press flush against his ass. Jett could feel the layer of sweat on his forehead as it once again pressed against the floor. Rico was inside him completely, filling him to the brim, and Jett didn’t know if he wanted to moan or beg Rico to do something about the sensation. He wanted the man to move, to get out of him, to never move, all at the same time.

“God, that’s intense,” Jett managed between breaths, wishing he could see what Rico looked like behind him.

Rico’s breath was at his throat, voice low and heavy. “It only gets more intense from here, Jett.”

The sound of his name from Rico’s lips sent a shiver down Jett’s back. “Promise?”