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Burke gave as good as he got. His tongue plunged into Eli’s mouth, rubbing hard against him. All the while rutting his cock against the cop.
Both men were grinding against each other so hard, Eli was afraid he was going to come in his pants. He needed the release so bad. Needed it to be Burke who gave him that pleasure.
“Eli,” Burke moaned.
Hearing his name on the boy’s lips set him off. His cock jerked once then twice before starting to erupt against his stomach. The heat and wetness of Burke’s release melting into Eli’s pants spurred him on. Eli’s eyes locked on Burke’s as they finished coming together.
Holy fucking shit! That was the hottest thing that had ever happened to him in his life. Worse, Eli wanted more.Muchmore. “Get your shit and get in my car. I’m taking you home.” Eli pulled away fast, stomping back to his SUV.
“I’m 10-13,” Dixon said into his keyed mike. The code indicated he was fine. “I’ll be 10-7 for my meal break. I’m starving.”
“Gotcha, Dix. See you on the flip side.” Kendall’s deep baritone was full-on flirting with him.
Half an hour ago, Elias would have jumped on that like a dog on a three-legged cat, but now, after kissing Burke and the two of them coming together, cocks untouched, he wasn’t interested.
Shit, Officer Elias Dixon of the Salem Police Department was well and truly fucked.
2
Burke
The ride back to Burke’s off-campus apartment was quiet. Officer Dixon hadn’t said a word after ordering Burke into his vehicle. The only sounds in the SUV were the crackling radio messages from one cop to another or to dispatch.
Burke’s legs were shaking. He couldn’t figure out if it was because of what just happened with Eli or because he was afraid of what was to come. It was probably a bit of both.
The first time in his life he did something stupid and broke the rules had to be with a fucking cop watching. Burke shook his head. He’d come to Massachusetts to change his life. To make it better so that he’d never be stuck going back to Bartlett, New Hampshire with his tail between his legs, having failed in his attempt to escape that tiny town nestled in the foothills of Mount Washington.
Instead of breaking away and being his own man, his own type of Sampson, he’d gone and pulled a trick out of his family’s playbook. How many fucking times had his phone rung because someone needed a ride home from jail? How many times had he had to put up his own hard-earned tip money to pay his father’s bail? More damn times than he could count, that was for sure.
“This is it, right here.” Burke tapped on the window glass. He was so thankful Elias offered to let him sit in the front seat. He would have been so humiliated to have been put in the back like a common criminal, which he supposed he was, regardless of where he sat in the cruiser.
When the SUV stopped in front of Burke’s apartment building, Elias hopped out to open the door for him.
“Thanks,” Burke muttered. What the hell did you say to a police officer who’s almost arrested you, but instead gave you the most intense orgasm of your life?
Eli walked him to the building’s main entrance. He pulled a card out of the top pocket of his uniform shirt. It looked like a business card. “My number is on this. Text me so I have yours.” Eli turned to go. He was halfway back to his SUV when he wheeled back around. “Tylenol and a bottle of water before bed.”
Burke was stunned. He held up a hand to wave. Seconds later, Elias was gone. He felt himself sag against his building door. The movement pulled his wilted dick away from his briefs with a tug on his short hairs. Shit, he was sticky. His dried release against his stomach was starting to itch.
Using his key, he let himself into the building. He was going to have to come up with some kind of story to tell Greeley in the morning when he asked his friend to drop him off at his car. The truth was the last thing he wanted to tell his friend, who’d done a stint in rehab for a drug problem a few years back, even though Greeley deserved to know it.
How much of the truth he’d tell his friend remained to be seen. All he wanted to do was call Greeley and squeal with him over what had just happened between him and Officer Hot Pants. He’d always been the type to kiss and tell, but maybe this once, he’d keep things to himself. Not just because Greeley’s father was a cop too, but because…
Because what? Unlocking his apartment door, Burke flipped on the lights. Shutting and locking the door behind him, he went to the fridge to grab a bottle of water and then went into the bathroom to grab some Advil. He didn’t have Tylenol, so this would have to do. Shooting the pills back, he drank half the bottle in one go.
Pulling off his shirt, he sat down on the closed lid of the toilet. What happened between him and Elias had been fucking amazing. Like something out of fan fiction or a porno. Shit, if it had been a porno, he would have been handcuffed and down on his knees sucking Eli’s dick.
Burke’s slumbering dick perked back up at the mental picture his brain was creating. It wouldn’t have been this gentle blow job with soft kisses and lots of tongue. Oh, no, it would have been rough, with the cop’s fingers digging into his scalp while his huge cock wrecked Burke’s throat.
Hopping up from the toilet, Burke stripped. He winced when his briefs pulled awayfrom his stomach. The two had been glued together with his release.
What Burke needed now was a hot shower. He reeked of cigarette smoke from the bar he’d been at, not to mention needing to wash off his lower half. Setting the water to the perfect temperature, he climbed in, letting the heat of the water soak into him. Minutes later after some vigorous scrubbing, he was clean.
Resting his arms against the wet, blue tile, he let out a breath he wasn’t aware he’d been holding. He’d been dreaming of being a police officer since his tenth birthday when he’d met a cop who’d helped get his mother loaded into an ambulance after a night of his parents drinking had gotten out of hand. The cop had been kind to him, giving him a fake badge and a pep talk about how his life would be different if he could only rise above his raising.
That phrase had stuck with him for the last eleven years. Usually it played on a loop in his head when he was about to do something stupid. Every time he heard those words, Burke had listened, except tonight. There had been this hot as fuck sophomore at the party who’d been flirting his ass off with every guy in the place. Burke had been hoping the little honey bee with flit his way. That wasn’t to be. One of the hockey players scooped the hottie up and carried him off. It was that moment when Burke stopped listening to his inner conscience and left the party.
Everything he’d worked long and hard for had nearly come to an end thanks to his titanic bad decision. He could have called Greeley or his friend’s parents or that psychic friend of theirs. Hell, he could have called any of the people in their criminal justice major. They would have come for him in a heartbeat. But Burke hadn’t gone that route.
