Page 1 of Devil's Hour
“Quit playing around and suck my dick, asshole,” Royce groused, watching his favorite appendage twitch with indignation from being teased awake, then ignored. The man who had dominated his thoughts—his life—for nearly two months mumbled something in response, but it was inaudible since Sawyer had one of Royce’s balls crammed in his mouth, sucking on it as if his life depended on it. Royce didn’t need to utilize his badass detective skills to know what Sawyer had said though. “That’s Sergeant Dickhead to you now, baby.”
Sawyer released Royce’s right nut with a loud, wetpop,then slowly licked his cock from base to tip, stopping to swirl around the crown to gather the precum beaded there and moaning lustily when he got his first taste of Royce. His eyes danced with a wicked carnality Royce never would have guessed existed when they first met. “It’s not official until the ceremony this morning, and since I dragged you out of bed for an early workout, we have plenty of time for me to show you how proud I am of you before we report for duty.”
It was impressive how serious and sincere Sawyer could look on his knees in the shower, his wet hair plastered to his scalp and his lips swollen from passionate kisses in between workout rotations in his home gym, which had become Royce’s favorite room in Sawyer’s house. The thing was, Royce knew Sawyer meant every word. When he’d shown up on Sawyer’s doorstep pleading for him to give them a chance the day after getting shot, Royce knew he wanted Sawyer Key in a way he’d never wanted anyone else, but he hadn’t realized just how deep his feelings were then, and they’d only intensified since. These emotions were so new, so vibrant, and so fucking foreign to him he couldn’t put a name to them. He not only physically craved Sawyer, he liked him and wanted to be with him all the time, even when they weren’t having sex. Gone were the days when he pulled out, tucked away, and bolted. Most importantly, Royce trusted and admired Sawyer, and those were honors he gave to very few people. The more he got to know Sawyer, the more he questioned what the man saw in him.
“Now, where was I?” This time, Sawyer bypassed Royce’s cock and balls and went straight for sucking on Royce’s taint. All thinking ceased.
“Damn, baby,” Royce moaned. “Who knew that could feel so fucking good?” Sawyer raised his hand, so Royce yanked the smartass’s hair a little in retaliation. Sawyer’s moan vibrated the erogenous zone between his sack and pucker, making Royce’s legs tremble even more.Liked that, did he?Even after seven weeks of the most passionate, earth-shattering sex, Royce was still discovering things about himself and his lover. Royce tugged Sawyer’s hair again, a little harder and longer, and was rewarded with another lusty moan before Sawyer broke away from his taint to lave his balls with his tongue before sucking on the base of his cock. Never had he met a lover who enjoyed sucking cock as much as Sawyer did. “Baby, I’m begging you to put me out of my misery.”So much for being in charge.
Eyes the color of melted chocolate met his pleading gaze. Sawyer released Royce’s cock and licked his glistening lips. “If you want my mouth, then take it.”
Challenge received and accepted.
Gripping Sawyer’s hair with one hand, Royce fed his cock into Sawyer’s eager mouth with the other. Knowing he wouldn’t last long, he rocked in and out of Sawyer’s mouth in short bursts. Sawyer placed his hands on Royce’s thighs, signaling Royce could do whatever he wanted. The level of trust the adorable control freak showed him was as much of a turn-on as the expert suction around his pulsing dick. During sex was the only time Royce had ever seen Sawyer lose control, and it was the hottest fucking thing ever. Sawyer’s gaze implored Royce to take off the kid gloves and fuck his face, and who was he to deny the man who’d taken such expert care of him while he’d been recovering?
Fisting both hands in Sawyer’s hair, Royce gave in to what they both wanted, snapping his hips forward and slapping his balls against Sawyer’s chin. Sawyer hummed happily in his throat, sending pulsating pleasure along Royce’s shaft. If that wasn’t enough, Sawyer gave up on his hands-off approach, reaching between Royce’s thighs to tease his pucker.
Royce’s head fell back, and he cried out. “Finger me. You know how much I fucking love it.” He wanted to experience more than a finger, but they hadn’t breached the subject.Pun intended. There were many things they’d talked about during Royce’s recovery, but some critical issues they’d danced around, choosing to enjoy their isolated bubble of happiness as long as they could. Royce bottoming was one of those topics. He wanted Sawyer to pin him to the bed and fuck him until he was a quivering moaning mess, but he hadn’t found the words to express it.So much for being fearless.
Sawyer reached up with his free hand to find the lube, knocking bottles of shower gel, shampoo, and conditioner off the shelf in his eagerness. Royce would’ve laughed if he wasn’t using all his concentration and energy staving off his orgasm. Then Sawyer’s slick finger was pushing through Royce’s pucker, past the tight ring of muscles, and sliding through his channel to peg his prostate.
“Unh,” he grunted, bucking his hips forward and making Sawyer gag a little. “Baby, I’m sorry.” Royce began to withdraw from Sawyer’s mouth, but he lightly scraped his teeth along the underside of Royce’s cock, stopping his retreat. Sawyer’s eyes glistened with arousal, encouragement, and a need to see Royce come undone from his touch and skill. His gaze mirrored the challenge he’d issued just moments prior.
Gripping Sawyer’s head, Royce gave in to his instincts and fucked Sawyer’s face, holding nothing back. The triple threat of Sawyer’s expert sucking, prostate-pegging prowess, and the filthy expression in his eyes took Royce to the edge faster than he wanted. Unable to hold back his climax, he let go—physically and emotionally—allowing Sawyer to see the way he unraveled him and turned him inside out. At the last moment, Royce pulled his cock out of Sawyer’s mouth, painting his lips and dark, weekend stubble with his cum.
Royce dropped to his knees, then kissed Sawyer, sharing his salty release with the man who’d come to mean everything to him. The great sex was only a small part. Sawyer made him want to be a better man in every way that counted, including being a considerate and unselfish lover.
“My turn,” Royce growled against his lips, then licked them one more time. “On your feet, Detective Key, and give your sergeant a proper salute.”
Whatever Royce lacked in experience at sucking dick, he more than made up for it with exuberance. It wasn’t long before Sawyer was a quivering mass of muscle and man, spilling down Royce’s throat.
Royce slowly rose to his feet afterward, pulling Sawyer into his arms. “Maybe mornings aren’t so bad.”
Sawyer snorted. “You say that every morning.”
Royce shook his head. “Only the ones I begin with you.”
“There he is,” Detective Jackson Blue said when Royce strode into the bullpen. Blue was one of his favorite people on the planet. The African American man was built like a giant grizzly but had the personality of a teddy bear. His contagious smile lit up the world around him, and his booming laugh and quick wit were a sure way to improve the worst of moods, which wasn’t Royce’s current predicament. His challenge was keeping his personal and professional lives separate while at the precinct because his days as Sawyer’s partner would abruptly end if the chief found out they were dating.
“And wearing his dress uniform too,” said Detective Shawn Ashcroft as he sat on the corner of Blue’s desk. Ashcroft, a short, redheaded man who was losing his battle with the middle-age spread, was Blue’s opposite in every way and the biggest pain in the ass Royce had ever known. Caustic, crude, and crass, a person needed Blue’s positive energy to restore their faith in humanity after spending more than five minutes with Ashcroft. In spite of the three Cs, Ashcroft was a damn good detective, which was the only kind thing Royce could ever say about him.
Ashcroft had to be a great detective to make it in Chief Rigby’s major crimes unit. She handpicked the detectives from the four precincts: Northwest, Southside, Eastside, and Central, which some, including Sawyer, referred to as Midtown. Some officers, uniform and detectives alike, saw them as Rigby’s dancing puppets. Anyone who worked directly for her knew better. In addition to Savannah PD, there was the county law enforcement, a state presence with the Georgia Bureau of Investigation, and the surrounding police departments like Garden City and Thunderbolt, which made for a lot of swinging dicks and pissing contests. Royce was comfortable both in his skin and with the size of his dick and never felt the need to swagger or boast. Ashcroft, on the other hand, loved to whip his dick out, pissing all over everything and everyone by throwing his weight around on crime scenes.
“Get your ass off my desk, Sipowicz,” Blue said, making a shooing motion. Ashcroft hated it when someone compared him to the fictional character fromNYPD Blue, but if the cheap suit fit…
Ashcroft gave a mock sniffle and wiped pretend tears away from both eyes. “And you’ve been so nice to me while Locke was on maternity, I mean, medical leave.” Royce pretended not to hear Ashcroft indirectly call him a pussy. There was no fucking way he’d let the dipshit ruin his day.
“My boo is back now and looking so fine,” Blue said, blowing a kiss at Royce, who pretended to snatch it from the air.
Ashcroft rolled his eyes and climbed to his feet, clapping Blue on the shoulder before turning to face Royce. “In all seriousness, I’m glad you’re not dead, Locke.”
Royce placed his hand over his chest. “Aww, thanks.”
Ashcroft chuckled and headed to the breakroom.
Once he was gone, Blue said, “You do clean up nice.”
Sawyer had said something similar after he’d been the one to button Royce’s shirt before tucking it into his pants and tugging his zipper up. For a week after his surgery, he’d needed Sawyer’s help getting dressed, but Sawyer’s attentiveness that morning came from a place of pride due to Royce’s promotion to sergeant, not necessity.