Traffic was batshit crazy around Cincinnati. Rain hammered Mason Rask’s windshield as cars zipped past him with Indy 500 speed. His new SUV was doing okay in the rain, but not great. He drove the unfamiliar highway of Northern Kentucky as he headed into downtown Cincinnati. The bright lights of the city stood out within the gray wash of rain. A yellow bridge stretched like an angry cat over the Ohio River trying to keep from falling into the water.
Up ahead, Mason caught sight of taillights lighting up as cars came to a stop. It was just before the bridge into downtown. Emergency lights were flashing off the yellow steel of the bridge. Several police cruisers blocked traffic in and out of town. Mason wondered what the hell was going on. It was most likely a traffic accident. He eased his car to a stop, putting it into park. He had the urge to get out of the car and venture up toward the scene, but he knew he was not yet on duty as acting police chief.
Mason got out and hunched his shoulders into the rain as he sprinted toward those flashing lights. He wanted to know what the crisis was to block the traffic on both the northbound and southbound sides of the bridge. It wasn’t normal. Somebody was probably injured in a bad accident. Mason wasn’t one to turn away from a person in need. He knew he had to get down there and find out if he could help.
Mason froze in his tracks as he watched the scene unfold before his eyes. It was a standoff. The initial shock of the situation eased as he tried to figure out a way to help. A man was holding a police officer hostage with a gun pointed at his head. Protocol had everyone staying back with their guns pointed at both of them. Mason came up from the side, hiding behind a UPS truck. The guy kept backing up as though he were about to jump off the bridge. A drop of cold rain slid down Mason’s spine as he watched the man move. He was going to kill both of them if he kept backing up.
The guy had to be high on something. Mason knew he had to move if given a chance. Mason had the element of surprise at his advantage. He was in the suspect’s blind spot. Mason wasn’t sure if he could take the guy down without the guy popping off at least one shot. He did not want it to be at the police officer’s head. As of tomorrow, these men would be under his command. He did not want to jeopardize anyone by stepping into something he had no control over. Mason knew he had to do something though. He couldn’t stand by as this man pulled the police officer over the edge of the bridge.
As Mason waited, he saw a glimmer of hope. He knew that he could get in there if the man just pulled the gun away for a brief moment from the officer’s head. If he did, he knew he could disarm him without anyone getting hurt—at least he hoped that no one would get injured. Mason edged around the side of the UPS truck. His heart hammered as adrenaline pumped through his veins. With every step he took forward, the suspect took a step back, closer and closer to the bridge’s edge.
As the man came to the grate on the edge of the bridge, his foot slipped. The gun in his hand jostled away from the police officer’s head. It was time to go. Mason took a deep breath and launched himself at the man. He grabbed the guy from behind as the police officer fought to get away. Mason kicked his leg around him, taking them both down to the ground. The suspect landed with a face plant. The man groaned as the gun in his hand went sliding across the bridge. It hit the rail and a shot fired.
As the cop scrambled away, he slipped on the grate. He started to fall. Officers rushed this pair, Mason let go of his captive and went to grab the officer who was now falling toward the side of the bridge. Despite the high railing, it would be easy for the officer to go over. Mason knew he had only once chance to prevent the guy from falling over the edge. Mason reached out, snagging the officer by the wrist just as he started to tumble over the cement barrier. Mason used his momentum to snap him around. They landed hard against the railing.
They were face-to-face. The officer’s eyes were wide. He was breathing hard, and his heart hammered in his chest. “I’ve got you. You’re okay.”
The officer nodded as tears rushed through his eyes. Mason could see emotion play hard over his face. Mason glanced down at his uniform shirt, reading his name badge. Lieutenant K. Shaun was now in his arms and still freaking the fuck out. There was something about his white-blond hair plastered on his forehead and his wide eyes that looked completely vulnerable and needy. Mason did not want to let him go, but he knew he had to. If he held him any longer, he knew it would be inappropriate.
With reluctance, Mason let go of the officer as he pulled him away from the edge of the bridge. When he was steady on his feet, Mason turned and walked back toward his car.
Kyle ran his hand through his hair and blushed scarlet. “I’ve never experienced this sort of thing. I’ve seen some stuff, you know, and heard some things.”
“Well, how about you and I get to know each other a little bit better.”
“How do you suggesting that?” Kyle asked.
There was a sweet innocence about Kyle that Mason wanted to ruin. Mason danced in closer, putting his hands on Kyle’s hips and holding him tight. “It seems to me that you’re nervous when you’re around me. Why is that?”
Kyle bit his lip and licked it nervously. “I’ve never been with anyone so beautiful before.”
A shiver went down Mason’s dick as he thought about Kyle’s words. He didn’t consider himself a beautiful man, but he knew others probably did. “How much sexual experience do you have?”
Kyle shook his head. “Not very much, honestly.”
“So you haven’t had very much experience at all?”
Kyle shook his head. “I haven’t. Is this going to change things between us?”
Mason gripped his hands tighter on Kyle’s hips. “No, it’s fine. We just need to figure out what you’re comfortable with and what experience level you have. So tell me what have you done.”
Again, Kyle’s eyes drifted low as he started to speak. His submissiveness really turned Mason on.
“Well, you know, the usual. Kissing, touching, and anal. I love sucking cock.”
“So, nothing out of the ordinary then?”
Kyle shook his head. “I’ve never been tied up or anything like that before.”
“Would you like to be?”
Their eyes locked and a shiver went through Kyle’s body that Mason felt all the way down to his toes.
“I’d love to.”
There was an innocent way about the way he was suddenly looking at Mason for direction. “This is how it’s going to go. I give you an order and you obey. If something is uncomfortable or you’ve reached your hard limit, you need to tell me by saying a safe word.”
“Okay, I understand.”
“Use that safe word only when you want me to stop and I will. There has to be complete trust between us. You have to trust me or this thing will never work.”
“I got it.”
Mason moved in fast, giving him a passionate kiss. He flicked his tongue deep inside, rolling it around Kyle’s. He let the kiss spin out, not stopping for any reason. He reached his hands down over Kyle’s ass cheeks giving it a possessive squeeze. He spread his ass cheeks wide, massaging him through his jeans. They were both breathing hard by the time Mason broke his lips away. Their cocks were pounding against each other through their pants. Mason reached his hand up, running it through Kyle’s hair.
“I almost lost you tonight,” Mason said.
“It won’t ever happen again,” Kyle said.
“I hope not. You’re not going back to that bar ever again.”
“I have no plans on it.”
Kyle turned his cheek into Mason’s palm. Mason felt like he was out of his element. He wasn’t used to not being in this playroom. He always planned sessions out and took time to get to know his sub. Tonight was all about figuring out who Kyle was and what he wanted. He was not about to rush this thing between them. Not when it could jeopardize what they had going on at work. With that thought, work was suddenly on Mason’s mind. He wasn’t about to spoil the moment for himself by thinking about what would happen the next day.
“Give me an order,” Kyle begged.
Mason groaned as he thought about what he wanted Kyle could do. “Get down on your knees.”
Kyle didn’t even hesitate as he got down on his knees. The tips of his fingers played with the zipper on his fly. “May I, Sir?”
He unzipped Mason’s pants, muscling out his cock with his callused hand. Mason’s cock snapped out, hitting Kyle in the face. Pre-cum dripped from his tip, leaving wet drops on his face and lips.
“Swallow me,” Mason groaned.
Kyle flicked his tongue over his cockhead and slid his dick down his throat. Mason moaned, gripping the edge of the counter as he buried his cock deep within Kyle’s mouth. He loved the way the ridges of his cockhead bumped against his teeth and the roof of his mouth. He loved the way Kyle groaned, sending vibrations down over his cock and balls. Mason threaded his fingers into Kyle’s hair, using it to control his tempo as he took him. Kyle slipped his tongue beneath his cockhead, rubbing it hard.
He loved the way his tongue rubbed over his slit, pressing against it hard. He loved the rough edges of his tongue that flicked along that slit. He pushed his tongue hard against his tip. Mason knew he wouldn’t be able to last long as his balls hit up against Kyle’s face. He needed to do something to slow this thing down or they both would be in trouble. Just when Mason was about to come, he stilled his thrusts. He looked down at his prick as Kyle’s mouth hung on to his stick.
“That feels too fucking good,” Mason said.