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Local Cop 4
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Local Cop 4
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It had been two days since Michael’s unannounced arrival. Two days of sexual triathlons filled with passion but haunted by unspoken messages. I had yet built up the courage to ask him who it was he spoke with on the phone the day after he spent the night. Nor had I asked what the whole agent business was all about. He never brought it either up. I did not know whether he knew I had overheard, what’s more I feared what he would do if he found out. His demeanor had changed this go around. He wasn’t as hateful to me as he had been in the past, so I guess that was a good thing. But for all of that I still had some questions he would have to answer. Sitting there at the large farm table in the kitchen we ate lunch. Every now and again he would look up and smile. It was almost too surreal. I hadn’t spoken to Steven in two days. I didn’t know what to say to him. I wasn’t sure how to tell him about my affair, but I knew I would have to tell him.
"Hey what’s eating you?" Mike said startling me. Now was my chance, I had to ask him.
"Well for starters, who was that you were talking to on the phone two mornings ago?" I began. Dropping the half of his sandwich he was eating told me this wasn’t going to be pretty.
"What did you hear?" He asked me in return in a voice devoid of any southern accent. I nearly fell off the chair I was sitting on.
"Everything! Michael what the fuck is going on?" I blurted out. I knew I had screwed my life up, but things were spiraling down the drain faster than I cared for. Pushing his plate away from him Mike let out a sigh.
"Tell me exactly what you heard verbatim." He then said. His sudden switch of dialects threw me a bit.
"Yes the subject has allowed me into his life, but I think we must change the direction this mission is going in…Yes I understand, but I believe if he is allowed." I said summing it up.
"Shit…" He then said folding both hands up to his mouth. He then just stared at me. A shiver climbed down my spine, I knew I had just opened a can of worms I wasn’t certain I would be able to deal with.
"Don’t move." He said getting up from his seat. I could swear that I saw fear in his eyes. After I heard the font door open I got up. I was damned if I would just sit there. Going to the kitchen window I looked out. He was going through the trunk of his police cruiser. I could see him putting something around his chest. My heart sank when he finally shut the trunk lid. He had strapped a double holster to his chest. Both holsters held guns. In his left hand he carried a simple black shotgun. A black attaché case in his right. Running from the window my heart raced. "What the hell did I just stumble on?" Scanning the kitchen for something to protect myself my mind raced. I hated guns so I was didn’t have one. Yet there was that one thing I could do, but I wondered, after all this time would it still be reliable? My heart threatened to explode when I heard the door slam. Whirling around I saw him standing in the doorway to the kitchen.
"Michael wait! I…I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but you don’t have to do this. I will not say anything. I promise." I yelled at him. Taking the black attaché case he threw in on the table. With his hands free he pumped the shotgun once. "Mike don’t!" I screamed holding my hand out in a defensive posture. It seemed I had no choose, I would have to use it.
"You don’t get it. Open the attaché case. There are files in there. I want you to read them." He said propping the shotgun against the wall. "Besides it was empty." He said plainly. I nearly shit myself.
"What’s with the armory then?" I asked looking at him incredulously. I felt a bit lost.
"Well let’s put it this way, I need something to protect myself with." He said coming up to me grabbing my hand I had extended in front of me. Pulling me to him he embraced me.
"I told you I would do anything for you and I meant it. I love you Jeff and I will not allow them to hurt you because of some power." He said as his embrace tightened.
"Who…What…Mike what the hell is going on here?" I asked shoving him away from me. I was confused. Not only had his entire persona change but it seemed he also knew about my secret. A secret no one knew about save my real parents that put me up for adoption because they thought I was possessed by a demon.
"First answer me one question. Do you love me?" He asked.
"What the…What does that have to do with anything?" I replied my temper getting the best of me.
"Answer the question. Do you love me?" He asked again taking hold of both my arms. I wanted to pull away and tell him to get the hell out, but there was another part of me that wanted to say yes. Hell if he knew about my secret then what else would he know about.
"And if I said yes, then what?" I answered him. He just smiled at me. A smile only someone who truly loves another would give. A smile of adoration.
"Then you trust me?" He then asked. This time I broke free. I knew Michael had changed, he did it before my eyes and my trust was something I would not give to him so easily.
"No. You need to tell me who you really are before I can trust you. Then and only then will I think about giving you any trust." I said sitting once again at the table.
"That seems fair." He said pulling another chair out so he could sit directly beside me. "Okay, where to begin. First you have to agree to something. What I am about to tell you, well some of it will piss you off and I don’t want you to take your anger out on me. Please." He said looking at me. I could see the sincerity in his eyes.
"Fine, fine. I’ll try not to." I said in turn. Already the conversation was taking a turn I didn’t like.
"My name is Michael Dorvarack. I am a special agent in a covert black ops team that has been sent to collect samples of genetic material from you. My orders were to terminate you and return to HQ with your body if the tests they ran came back positive…" I was mortified. I nearly laughed at the absurdity of the whole thing and would have passed it off as some asinine trick Mike was playing on me if it weren’t for the fact he knew about my powers.
"If that were true, then why the hell would you tell me. Don’t they train you not to release such pertinent information?" I just had to ask the question.
"I knew you were going to ask that. You are right. I have been trained in two types of assassination, ten types of torture and two types of combat. Hand to hand and munitions. I was also taught to bite my own tongue out if I were tortured into giving away any secrets…"
"You still didn’t answer my question. Why are you telling me this? Why didn’t you just collect this genetic material and kill me like you were suppose to do?" I asked getting closer to him.
"I’ve been tracking you for a year and a half now, I got too close. I screwed up majorly. I fell in love with a target. We aren’t suppose to do that." He said brushing his fingers across my lips. Leaning in he kissed me. I saw a chance, reaching up I un-holstered one of his guns. I’d see if he were telling me the truth or not. Pulling it free I brought it up to his temple. With a curse he parted from our kiss.
"Do you think I was born yesterday Michael. Please I am not the stupid fag you take me for." I said. My anger began to rise. I wasn’t one for mind games. Then I felt something drip from my cheek. Lifting my hand up I looked at what dripped. It was red, warm, viscous.
"Put the gun down or the next cut will be your throat." Michael said dryly. That was it, I lost it. Letting my emotional state run uncheck I allowed my gift, my curse out. With a bellow of defiance I sent Michael, the chair he was in and the large wooden farmer’s table sailing to the rear wall of the kitchen. With a loud crash the table was the first to hit followed by the chair then Michael. The wooden furniture splintered upon the impact, Michael on the other hand crumpled to the floor. Getting up I calmly went to the counter and retrieved a dishtowel. Wetting it, I cleaned the blood from my cheek. Leaning on the counter I wondered whether I had just killed the man I found myself reluctantly starting to fall for. That thought was quickly wiped away when I felt the barrel of his gun pressing against the back of my head.
"Now that was interesting. I do believe HQ doesn’t know your powers are awake." He said smugly. All I could do was roll my eyes. To me he sounded like he wasn’t taking this seriously.
"I am surprised you were able to get up." I replied unmoved.
"I’ve trained with someone just like you." He said.
"What? What do you mean someone like me?" I asked astonished. I turned around and snatched the gun he held at my head. I could see he was surprised I would do that to him.
"Yes and I have been conditioned by her, so your little trick didn’t effect me." He said pulling the gun from my hand and aimed it at me again.
"Mike lower the stupid ass gun, if I wanted I could kill you were you stood with out you ever getting a round off. And even if you did fire the bullet it would never reach me. Hello supernatural powers here!" I said looking at him. At the moment I was not concerned for my own life. I just wanted to hear about this other person he spoke of.
"You sound rather self assured. I would…" Waving my hand I tore the gun from his had. Once free I allowed it to hover in the air. Looking at the gun I concentrated on it. First I removed the clip then followed that by liberating the bullets. Once each piece floated in the air separate from the other I quickly made a fist. With that I reached out with my mind and crushed the gun and the clip. Turning my attention to the bullets I separated them further. Blasting cap, cartridge, gunpowder. Glancing over at Mike I smiled as I detonated each blast cap.
"Let me guess you were going to say you like to see me try. Right?" I said walking up to him. His features remained guarded making me believe that he may in fact be telling me the truth about being a special agent. "Now tell me who is this other person like me." I finished by grabbing him by the shirt collar pulling him even closer to me. He was breathing heaving but I couldn’t tell whether it was out of fear of me or sexual arousal.
"You are one cocky son of bitch." He said searching my face. At that moment without warning he kissed me. His mood clear now, he was sexually aroused. It would seem my little secret turned my once lowly local cop now secret agent man on. Not giving any real time to react he reached up grasping my shirt. With a clean and precise movement he tore it from my frame. It was apparent the man still wanted me. Groping my hairy chest Michael leaned forward locating my left nipple. Opening his mouth he bit down softly, the shock shot through my body sending a shiver of instant pleasure to my brain. Grabbing the back of his head I reveled as he suckled from my man tit. My questions it seemed would have to wait. Closing my eyes I began to feel the wave of lust I had for him wash over me. It was palatable, a bitter sweet concoction of raw emotions. Lifting his head from my chest I drew him to my mouth. His breath heavy, moistened with desire he kissed me feverishly. The man had it bad for me. For what ever reason unbeknownst to me his hormones were raging. Lifting me up onto the counter he further assaulted my mouth. I was his for the time, whether I wanted to be or not. He pressed my back into the cabinets as he continued to fondle my half naked frame. I sighed as my own arousal began to rise, pricking across my skin. Undoing the button of my shorts he then reached in finding my crotch heavy with sweat. I knew what he wanted. Lifting my ass off the counters surface, I made it easier for him to pull my shorts further down. Once he accomplished that he went back to my nuts. Wrapping his around them he pulled ever so gently. I sighed once again, this man seemed to know instinctively what it was my body needed. Letting go he withdrew his hand to his mouth. Inhaling deeply he tasted his fingers, he was tasting me. His eyes flashed that distinctive animalistic lust he had lurking deep with him when it came to me. Slowly almost painfully he sucked my scent from his fingers. The whole scene made my body shake with a desire so strong I thought I would cum right then and there. Relinquishing his fingers he then brought them to my mouth. He wanted me to taste what it was that made me so alluring. Tenderly I took his hand as I opened my mouth. As my mouth closed around them I felt his body spasm. He let out an audible grunt as he remembered how the interior of my mouth felt around his cock.
"Do you want me?" I asked as I licked his fingers.
"Yes." He groaned. It seemed he was on the verge of ecstasy.
"Then take me. Fuck me like you’ve never fucked any one before. Show me who I belong to." I said wrapping my legs around him. I could feel his erection through his jeans. It felt like heaven pressed against my own exposed crotch. With a wry smile he got onto his knees. Lifting my ass up off the counter he exposed my rose bud. He then sat there staring at it as if he were contemplating something. Then I felt him blow on it, mild short bursts of air. The bastard was playing with me, teasing me. Then I felt his warm tongue begin to dart around the outer part. Swirling around and around making my body shake with anticipation. He knew me far more than I was prepared to admit. My mind raced. I knew I should not be as turned on by him after all he had just admitted, but there was something about him. Around and around his tongue darted. Moistening my hole further exciting me. I whimpered softly as his stubble from the day before brushed the inside of my legs. My misgivings about him washed away by lust. I wanted him and more importantly I wanted him inside of me. Taking him by both sides of his head I pulled him to my lips.
"Fuck me now." I growled. I felt as if I were in heat. My body was on fire as my hormones screamed through ever cell and I knew he was the only cure for it. With a devious smile he grabbed my cock instead. With his thumb he smeared the copious amount of pre cum around the head of my rigid pole. Ignoring my fevered instructions of instant penetration, he instead bent over and enveloped me. The warmth of his mouth was divine. The pleasure of it sent me reeling backwards into the cabinetry. With a sharp thud I broke both of ours concentration.
"Are you okay?!?" Michael asked me lifting up from my crotch. "Maybe we should continue in the bedroom." He then said. Frustrated at the abrupt halt to my pleasure I knotted my brow. The cabinets would have to go, at least the ones behind my head. Bringing my fists together, I closed my eyes. With a clean and fluid movement of my hands I brought my power to bare. The cabinets behind my head moved in one unit. I sat them on the floor next to us. Opening my eyes I smiled at Michael. He never took his eyes from me. Reaching down I then ran my hands across the seams of his jeans. In an instant they fell apart. With nothing holding his pants together they fell to the floor freeing his manhood.
"Know where were we. Oh yes…" I began with as smile as I pulled him closer to me. I felt the head of his cock press against my still moist rose bud. "Fuck me." I finished licking the side of face.
"You want it that bad?" He asked in return kissing my neck.
"Yes! I need it. I need you inside of me." I replied bringing his mouth to mine. We kissed fervently. Our tongues entwining around the others. Grabbing a fist full of my hair he then pulled my head backwards exposing my neck. Leaning in he kissed it gently brushing his lips across my skin. The feeling was intoxicating. He continued as he held my head. I could also feel him positioning his hip as he readied to enter me. My heart raced as my breathing increased. In our short time together my body never felt so greedy as it did right now. I could not remember one time in my entire life where I wanted another as desperately as I wanted Michael. The head of his cock pressed against my rose bud. It slid in without any resistance. I felt the muscle snap around his head as Michael let out a sigh. My body began to quiver in anticipation. Methodically he slid further into me until he was buried deep to the hilt. I let out a cry of satisfaction. Lifting my legs up he pulled me further off of the counter surface. I now lay there, my shoulders against the bare wall and Michael firmly plated inside me. He started slow. In and out, in and out I felt his veiny cock tickle my hole.
"You feel so good." He said rolling his head back, his voice deep.
"You feel better!" I replied breathless. I was in ecstasy. Shear heaven. It as if I were in some drug induced orgasmic state. His rhythm picked up and soon my head began to knock the wall behind me. I didn’t care. He could have put my head through the wall with each thrust just as long as he kept doing what he was doing. Running his large hands across my body he found my nipples. Twisting and pulling them he sent wave after wave of bliss surging through me.
"HARDER!" I roared at him. "Fucking harder…" I pleaded with him. He was all to eager to comply with me. Our skin clapped loudly together with each thrust.
"I love fucking you." He then said leaning down to kiss me. The sweat from his brow falling onto my own. His cocked slipped in and out of me pleasuring my insides like never before. I never touched myself yet I became aware of how close I was.
"I’m going to cum…" I shouted at him.
"Do it baby. Cum for me." He said with a smirk all the while he still pounded my quivering flesh. And it came, the orgasm.
"FUCK ME!" I bellowed as my body heaved from the sensation. Reaching for the nearest object to brace myself I found the faucet. As my body spasmed with each shot of fluid I became oddly aware of the wetness of my skin. Looking up at Michael through the orgasm haze, I studied him. His naked body dripping. The glistening of his skin made him seem ethereal. Looking down upon my chest I watched as water mingled and diluted my cum. Holding my hand out I scanned the room to see where the water came from. Turning my head I then saw it. I had managed to rip the entire faucet from its mount. Water shot up and rained down upon us. My other hand held the faucet assembly. I looked at it quizzically, my mind still feeling the effects of the strongest orgasm I had ever had. Michael’s sharp intake of air brought my attention to him. He held me close to him as he unloaded. His body shook violently as he let his own orgasm loose. Lifting my hand I stopped the water that fell onto us. The water droplets hung there in mid air the sun light that streamed through the large kitchen window glinting off each. My world began to slow as I watched him release. Everything was surreal, other worldly. A strange sensation began to wash over me. I knew what it was and tried to fight it but knew it was too late. This man that pretended to be one thing only to turn out to be something all together different had some how made me fall in love with him. He had won my heart and found a way into the very core of my being. My only hope was whatever was going to happen he would be there to help me. I watched as he mouthed ‘I love you’. My assumption would be tested sooner than I would have liked. Looking behind Michael my attention was then diverted to the woman that stood in the doorway. She was flanked by two tall figures dressed in black ranger gear. Their semi automatics trained at the two of us.
to be continued....
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It had been two days since Michael’s unannounced arrival. Two days of sexual triathlons filled with passion but haunted by unspoken messages. I had yet built up the courage to ask him who it was he spoke with on the phone the day after he spent the night. Nor had I asked what the whole agent business was all about. He never brought it either up. I did not know whether he knew I had overheard, what’s more I feared what he would do if he found out. His demeanor had changed this go around. He wasn’t as hateful to me as he had been in the past, so I guess that was a good thing. But for all of that I still had some questions he would have to answer. Sitting there at the large farm table in the kitchen we ate lunch. Every now and again he would look up and smile. It was almost too surreal. I hadn’t spoken to Steven in two days. I didn’t know what to say to him. I wasn’t sure how to tell him about my affair, but I knew I would have to tell him.
"Hey what’s eating you?" Mike said startling me. Now was my chance, I had to ask him.
"Well for starters, who was that you were talking to on the phone two mornings ago?" I began. Dropping the half of his sandwich he was eating told me this wasn’t going to be pretty.
"What did you hear?" He asked me in return in a voice devoid of any southern accent. I nearly fell off the chair I was sitting on.
"Everything! Michael what the fuck is going on?" I blurted out. I knew I had screwed my life up, but things were spiraling down the drain faster than I cared for. Pushing his plate away from him Mike let out a sigh.
"Tell me exactly what you heard verbatim." He then said. His sudden switch of dialects threw me a bit.
"Yes the subject has allowed me into his life, but I think we must change the direction this mission is going in…Yes I understand, but I believe if he is allowed." I said summing it up.
"Shit…" He then said folding both hands up to his mouth. He then just stared at me. A shiver climbed down my spine, I knew I had just opened a can of worms I wasn’t certain I would be able to deal with.
"Don’t move." He said getting up from his seat. I could swear that I saw fear in his eyes. After I heard the font door open I got up. I was damned if I would just sit there. Going to the kitchen window I looked out. He was going through the trunk of his police cruiser. I could see him putting something around his chest. My heart sank when he finally shut the trunk lid. He had strapped a double holster to his chest. Both holsters held guns. In his left hand he carried a simple black shotgun. A black attaché case in his right. Running from the window my heart raced. "What the hell did I just stumble on?" Scanning the kitchen for something to protect myself my mind raced. I hated guns so I was didn’t have one. Yet there was that one thing I could do, but I wondered, after all this time would it still be reliable? My heart threatened to explode when I heard the door slam. Whirling around I saw him standing in the doorway to the kitchen.
"Michael wait! I…I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but you don’t have to do this. I will not say anything. I promise." I yelled at him. Taking the black attaché case he threw in on the table. With his hands free he pumped the shotgun once. "Mike don’t!" I screamed holding my hand out in a defensive posture. It seemed I had no choose, I would have to use it.
"You don’t get it. Open the attaché case. There are files in there. I want you to read them." He said propping the shotgun against the wall. "Besides it was empty." He said plainly. I nearly shit myself.
"What’s with the armory then?" I asked looking at him incredulously. I felt a bit lost.
"Well let’s put it this way, I need something to protect myself with." He said coming up to me grabbing my hand I had extended in front of me. Pulling me to him he embraced me.
"I told you I would do anything for you and I meant it. I love you Jeff and I will not allow them to hurt you because of some power." He said as his embrace tightened.
"Who…What…Mike what the hell is going on here?" I asked shoving him away from me. I was confused. Not only had his entire persona change but it seemed he also knew about my secret. A secret no one knew about save my real parents that put me up for adoption because they thought I was possessed by a demon.
"First answer me one question. Do you love me?" He asked.
"What the…What does that have to do with anything?" I replied my temper getting the best of me.
"Answer the question. Do you love me?" He asked again taking hold of both my arms. I wanted to pull away and tell him to get the hell out, but there was another part of me that wanted to say yes. Hell if he knew about my secret then what else would he know about.
"And if I said yes, then what?" I answered him. He just smiled at me. A smile only someone who truly loves another would give. A smile of adoration.
"Then you trust me?" He then asked. This time I broke free. I knew Michael had changed, he did it before my eyes and my trust was something I would not give to him so easily.
"No. You need to tell me who you really are before I can trust you. Then and only then will I think about giving you any trust." I said sitting once again at the table.
"That seems fair." He said pulling another chair out so he could sit directly beside me. "Okay, where to begin. First you have to agree to something. What I am about to tell you, well some of it will piss you off and I don’t want you to take your anger out on me. Please." He said looking at me. I could see the sincerity in his eyes.
"Fine, fine. I’ll try not to." I said in turn. Already the conversation was taking a turn I didn’t like.
"My name is Michael Dorvarack. I am a special agent in a covert black ops team that has been sent to collect samples of genetic material from you. My orders were to terminate you and return to HQ with your body if the tests they ran came back positive…" I was mortified. I nearly laughed at the absurdity of the whole thing and would have passed it off as some asinine trick Mike was playing on me if it weren’t for the fact he knew about my powers.
"If that were true, then why the hell would you tell me. Don’t they train you not to release such pertinent information?" I just had to ask the question.
"I knew you were going to ask that. You are right. I have been trained in two types of assassination, ten types of torture and two types of combat. Hand to hand and munitions. I was also taught to bite my own tongue out if I were tortured into giving away any secrets…"
"You still didn’t answer my question. Why are you telling me this? Why didn’t you just collect this genetic material and kill me like you were suppose to do?" I asked getting closer to him.
"I’ve been tracking you for a year and a half now, I got too close. I screwed up majorly. I fell in love with a target. We aren’t suppose to do that." He said brushing his fingers across my lips. Leaning in he kissed me. I saw a chance, reaching up I un-holstered one of his guns. I’d see if he were telling me the truth or not. Pulling it free I brought it up to his temple. With a curse he parted from our kiss.
"Do you think I was born yesterday Michael. Please I am not the stupid fag you take me for." I said. My anger began to rise. I wasn’t one for mind games. Then I felt something drip from my cheek. Lifting my hand up I looked at what dripped. It was red, warm, viscous.
"Put the gun down or the next cut will be your throat." Michael said dryly. That was it, I lost it. Letting my emotional state run uncheck I allowed my gift, my curse out. With a bellow of defiance I sent Michael, the chair he was in and the large wooden farmer’s table sailing to the rear wall of the kitchen. With a loud crash the table was the first to hit followed by the chair then Michael. The wooden furniture splintered upon the impact, Michael on the other hand crumpled to the floor. Getting up I calmly went to the counter and retrieved a dishtowel. Wetting it, I cleaned the blood from my cheek. Leaning on the counter I wondered whether I had just killed the man I found myself reluctantly starting to fall for. That thought was quickly wiped away when I felt the barrel of his gun pressing against the back of my head.
"Now that was interesting. I do believe HQ doesn’t know your powers are awake." He said smugly. All I could do was roll my eyes. To me he sounded like he wasn’t taking this seriously.
"I am surprised you were able to get up." I replied unmoved.
"I’ve trained with someone just like you." He said.
"What? What do you mean someone like me?" I asked astonished. I turned around and snatched the gun he held at my head. I could see he was surprised I would do that to him.
"Yes and I have been conditioned by her, so your little trick didn’t effect me." He said pulling the gun from my hand and aimed it at me again.
"Mike lower the stupid ass gun, if I wanted I could kill you were you stood with out you ever getting a round off. And even if you did fire the bullet it would never reach me. Hello supernatural powers here!" I said looking at him. At the moment I was not concerned for my own life. I just wanted to hear about this other person he spoke of.
"You sound rather self assured. I would…" Waving my hand I tore the gun from his had. Once free I allowed it to hover in the air. Looking at the gun I concentrated on it. First I removed the clip then followed that by liberating the bullets. Once each piece floated in the air separate from the other I quickly made a fist. With that I reached out with my mind and crushed the gun and the clip. Turning my attention to the bullets I separated them further. Blasting cap, cartridge, gunpowder. Glancing over at Mike I smiled as I detonated each blast cap.
"Let me guess you were going to say you like to see me try. Right?" I said walking up to him. His features remained guarded making me believe that he may in fact be telling me the truth about being a special agent. "Now tell me who is this other person like me." I finished by grabbing him by the shirt collar pulling him even closer to me. He was breathing heaving but I couldn’t tell whether it was out of fear of me or sexual arousal.
"You are one cocky son of bitch." He said searching my face. At that moment without warning he kissed me. His mood clear now, he was sexually aroused. It would seem my little secret turned my once lowly local cop now secret agent man on. Not giving any real time to react he reached up grasping my shirt. With a clean and precise movement he tore it from my frame. It was apparent the man still wanted me. Groping my hairy chest Michael leaned forward locating my left nipple. Opening his mouth he bit down softly, the shock shot through my body sending a shiver of instant pleasure to my brain. Grabbing the back of his head I reveled as he suckled from my man tit. My questions it seemed would have to wait. Closing my eyes I began to feel the wave of lust I had for him wash over me. It was palatable, a bitter sweet concoction of raw emotions. Lifting his head from my chest I drew him to my mouth. His breath heavy, moistened with desire he kissed me feverishly. The man had it bad for me. For what ever reason unbeknownst to me his hormones were raging. Lifting me up onto the counter he further assaulted my mouth. I was his for the time, whether I wanted to be or not. He pressed my back into the cabinets as he continued to fondle my half naked frame. I sighed as my own arousal began to rise, pricking across my skin. Undoing the button of my shorts he then reached in finding my crotch heavy with sweat. I knew what he wanted. Lifting my ass off the counters surface, I made it easier for him to pull my shorts further down. Once he accomplished that he went back to my nuts. Wrapping his around them he pulled ever so gently. I sighed once again, this man seemed to know instinctively what it was my body needed. Letting go he withdrew his hand to his mouth. Inhaling deeply he tasted his fingers, he was tasting me. His eyes flashed that distinctive animalistic lust he had lurking deep with him when it came to me. Slowly almost painfully he sucked my scent from his fingers. The whole scene made my body shake with a desire so strong I thought I would cum right then and there. Relinquishing his fingers he then brought them to my mouth. He wanted me to taste what it was that made me so alluring. Tenderly I took his hand as I opened my mouth. As my mouth closed around them I felt his body spasm. He let out an audible grunt as he remembered how the interior of my mouth felt around his cock.
"Do you want me?" I asked as I licked his fingers.
"Yes." He groaned. It seemed he was on the verge of ecstasy.
"Then take me. Fuck me like you’ve never fucked any one before. Show me who I belong to." I said wrapping my legs around him. I could feel his erection through his jeans. It felt like heaven pressed against my own exposed crotch. With a wry smile he got onto his knees. Lifting my ass up off the counter he exposed my rose bud. He then sat there staring at it as if he were contemplating something. Then I felt him blow on it, mild short bursts of air. The bastard was playing with me, teasing me. Then I felt his warm tongue begin to dart around the outer part. Swirling around and around making my body shake with anticipation. He knew me far more than I was prepared to admit. My mind raced. I knew I should not be as turned on by him after all he had just admitted, but there was something about him. Around and around his tongue darted. Moistening my hole further exciting me. I whimpered softly as his stubble from the day before brushed the inside of my legs. My misgivings about him washed away by lust. I wanted him and more importantly I wanted him inside of me. Taking him by both sides of his head I pulled him to my lips.
"Fuck me now." I growled. I felt as if I were in heat. My body was on fire as my hormones screamed through ever cell and I knew he was the only cure for it. With a devious smile he grabbed my cock instead. With his thumb he smeared the copious amount of pre cum around the head of my rigid pole. Ignoring my fevered instructions of instant penetration, he instead bent over and enveloped me. The warmth of his mouth was divine. The pleasure of it sent me reeling backwards into the cabinetry. With a sharp thud I broke both of ours concentration.
"Are you okay?!?" Michael asked me lifting up from my crotch. "Maybe we should continue in the bedroom." He then said. Frustrated at the abrupt halt to my pleasure I knotted my brow. The cabinets would have to go, at least the ones behind my head. Bringing my fists together, I closed my eyes. With a clean and fluid movement of my hands I brought my power to bare. The cabinets behind my head moved in one unit. I sat them on the floor next to us. Opening my eyes I smiled at Michael. He never took his eyes from me. Reaching down I then ran my hands across the seams of his jeans. In an instant they fell apart. With nothing holding his pants together they fell to the floor freeing his manhood.
"Know where were we. Oh yes…" I began with as smile as I pulled him closer to me. I felt the head of his cock press against my still moist rose bud. "Fuck me." I finished licking the side of face.
"You want it that bad?" He asked in return kissing my neck.
"Yes! I need it. I need you inside of me." I replied bringing his mouth to mine. We kissed fervently. Our tongues entwining around the others. Grabbing a fist full of my hair he then pulled my head backwards exposing my neck. Leaning in he kissed it gently brushing his lips across my skin. The feeling was intoxicating. He continued as he held my head. I could also feel him positioning his hip as he readied to enter me. My heart raced as my breathing increased. In our short time together my body never felt so greedy as it did right now. I could not remember one time in my entire life where I wanted another as desperately as I wanted Michael. The head of his cock pressed against my rose bud. It slid in without any resistance. I felt the muscle snap around his head as Michael let out a sigh. My body began to quiver in anticipation. Methodically he slid further into me until he was buried deep to the hilt. I let out a cry of satisfaction. Lifting my legs up he pulled me further off of the counter surface. I now lay there, my shoulders against the bare wall and Michael firmly plated inside me. He started slow. In and out, in and out I felt his veiny cock tickle my hole.
"You feel so good." He said rolling his head back, his voice deep.
"You feel better!" I replied breathless. I was in ecstasy. Shear heaven. It as if I were in some drug induced orgasmic state. His rhythm picked up and soon my head began to knock the wall behind me. I didn’t care. He could have put my head through the wall with each thrust just as long as he kept doing what he was doing. Running his large hands across my body he found my nipples. Twisting and pulling them he sent wave after wave of bliss surging through me.
"HARDER!" I roared at him. "Fucking harder…" I pleaded with him. He was all to eager to comply with me. Our skin clapped loudly together with each thrust.
"I love fucking you." He then said leaning down to kiss me. The sweat from his brow falling onto my own. His cocked slipped in and out of me pleasuring my insides like never before. I never touched myself yet I became aware of how close I was.
"I’m going to cum…" I shouted at him.
"Do it baby. Cum for me." He said with a smirk all the while he still pounded my quivering flesh. And it came, the orgasm.
"FUCK ME!" I bellowed as my body heaved from the sensation. Reaching for the nearest object to brace myself I found the faucet. As my body spasmed with each shot of fluid I became oddly aware of the wetness of my skin. Looking up at Michael through the orgasm haze, I studied him. His naked body dripping. The glistening of his skin made him seem ethereal. Looking down upon my chest I watched as water mingled and diluted my cum. Holding my hand out I scanned the room to see where the water came from. Turning my head I then saw it. I had managed to rip the entire faucet from its mount. Water shot up and rained down upon us. My other hand held the faucet assembly. I looked at it quizzically, my mind still feeling the effects of the strongest orgasm I had ever had. Michael’s sharp intake of air brought my attention to him. He held me close to him as he unloaded. His body shook violently as he let his own orgasm loose. Lifting my hand I stopped the water that fell onto us. The water droplets hung there in mid air the sun light that streamed through the large kitchen window glinting off each. My world began to slow as I watched him release. Everything was surreal, other worldly. A strange sensation began to wash over me. I knew what it was and tried to fight it but knew it was too late. This man that pretended to be one thing only to turn out to be something all together different had some how made me fall in love with him. He had won my heart and found a way into the very core of my being. My only hope was whatever was going to happen he would be there to help me. I watched as he mouthed ‘I love you’. My assumption would be tested sooner than I would have liked. Looking behind Michael my attention was then diverted to the woman that stood in the doorway. She was flanked by two tall figures dressed in black ranger gear. Their semi automatics trained at the two of us.
to be continued....
Apollux
On the Prowl
Oh boy, please don't make us wait another 8 months for the next chapter!!
BTW, by "trained at the two of us" you mean they opened fire or just aimed ?
BTW, by "trained at the two of us" you mean they opened fire or just aimed ?
harry113
JUB Addict
Thanks Lunarus, Yes, well worth waiting, but please don't leave us too long waiting for an update!!
Harry
Harry
Craiger
JUB Addict
Lunarus,
I have to thoroughly agree with all of the above statements. This is really an intriguing and lustful story...... Also, thanks for the heads up on the new installment.
Can't wait for the new chapter.
Craiger
I have to thoroughly agree with all of the above statements. This is really an intriguing and lustful story...... Also, thanks for the heads up on the new installment.
Can't wait for the new chapter.
Craiger
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frankjmtz
Guest
Great story...
drdivo
On the Prowl
my interest, too, is piqued. It peaked when the writer man's special powers were revealed and the story became far more than a traditional cop/power trip/sex story.
Please write another installment!
Please write another installment!
wyndhampaul
Slut
Geepers!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes. More of this please
forever_emotive
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Still eagerly awaiting chapter 5, 9 months went by fast. 