Officer Cain - Part One: Officer in Charge by D. J. Heart, Brett Horne Page B

always enjoyed being inappropriate and crude. I was, however, turned on like hell.
    “I was just curious,” I said, mouth dry. I wondered if this was going where I thought it was.
    “Yeah? Are you still curious?” Cain straightened up, putting his beer on the counter and hooking his thumbs in his jeans. I stared at his chest, the muscular pecs straining the fabric, nipples clearly visible. I wasn’t just curious. I was hungry .
    “Yeah,” I replied, looking up at his face. He grinned wolfishly and stepped forward into my space. He was slightly taller than me, and much wider. I wanted to reach out and touch him, but I didn’t have the courage.
    What if this was just some awful trick? I knew that my brother and his friends had been absolute jerks when they were younger, but I didn’t think Cain would humiliate me like this as a joke. Especially not since he was friends with my brother. Levi may have picked on me horribly, but he’d never allowed anyone else to do so.
    “Your brother is going to be back in about thirty minutes. I think that gives us enough time to have some fun in your room,” Cain said, reaching his hand out and grazing it over my nipple, giving it a pinch through my shirt.
    He squeezed hard, and though it hurt, it also did things to my cock that made me want to ask him to do it again.
    “OK,” I croaked, feeling lightheaded. My ex-boyfriend, Mike, and I had never gone further than hand-jobs and the occasional blow-job. I wondered if Cain would expect more than that.
    Except... with only thirty minutes available, I didn’t think we’d have time for anything more. I don’t know if the realization was a relief or a disappointment.
    “Good, I’m glad,” Cain said, smiling wide and leaning in to kiss me. His mouth was at my mouth, tongue probing against my lips and teeth, demanding entry. He grabbed me by the front of my shirt and pushed me back until the counter hit my lower back.
    I felt as though I were being devoured. Big hands were reaching around and groping my ass, Cain’s tongue invading my mouth. The feel of the hunk’s big body as he pushed against me, warm and big and smelling amazing, was intense . I was hard as a rock, and when Cain stepped back - looking supremely satisfied with himself - I leaned in for more.
    “Let’s take this to your room,” Cain said, pushing me ahead of him and out the door. I hurried up the stairs, Cain hot on my heels, the feeling of being chased suddenly coming over me. I started running to my door, Cain crashing into me and trapping me before I could get it open.
    “Got ya!” he growled, leaning down to kiss on my neck. His mouth was soft, warm and wet, and as his teeth bit down gently I moaned wantonly. I was pinned against the door, Cain’s body big and inescapable, and if he didn’t stop what he was doing with his mouth I was going to come in my pants.
    Cain pulled away after a few minutes of gnawing on my neck and grinding his crotch into my ass. I could feel his hard dick through his pants, but I wanted to see it. I wanted to get down on my knees and touch it, lick it and worship it.
    “You’re so fucking hot,” Cain growled, holding my neck and using his hand to guide me into a kiss. He opened my bedroom door, lips not leaving mine, and we moved inside, bodies fused together.
    I sank to my knees, breaking the kiss, holding on by the waist of his jeans. My fingers curled under the tight fabric, his taut lower stomach smooth and warm against my fingers, as I pressed my mouth to his bulge, kissing it with an open mouth, putting my lips around his hard shaft through his jeans.
    “Fuck! Like that, do it like that,” Cain said, thrusting his hips and shoving his big bulge into my face. The musky smell of his crotch and the soft, old denim against my face was perfect.
    I undid his pants and pulled down his briefs, releasing his big cock. It was long and veiny, looking huge and angry. It was the most intimidating thing I’d ever seen.
    “Just