I woke up early in the morning feeling really good. I slipped out of the bed without waking Santos and studied him. He was laying half on his belly with one of his legs cocked up, the sheet barely covering his hot ass. His right arm hugged the pillow and the left reached for the headboard. I couldn't help checking out all the ink, my favorite geisha girl with her little Mona Lisa smile.
His dark, thick eyelashes fanned against his bronze cheek. His chest moved in slow and deep breaths. It was crazy how things had changed in just one day. If the bad-ass thug Santos had been sexy the real Santos was a hundred times more attractive. I looked at him with wonder; he was so perfect for me in a way I'd never anticipated. His whole alpha male attitude just got to me. I wondered if things could ever work out for us.
I went into the kitchen to make coffee, closing the bedroom door behind me. I stopped at the bathroom to pee and used a wet washcloth to clean out the lube and come from my ass. It really is a thin line between love and hate, I thought as I prepped the coffee. I opened the fridge and tried to figure out what I could make him for breakfast. I pulled out the carton of eggs and decided to make what I knew best: scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. I had everything prepared in about fifteen minutes and heaped the food onto two plates. I got coffee for us and hoped Santos took his black.
I pushed the door to the bedroom open with my hip and cleared my throat loudly. I was still naked and I must've looked stupid trying to balance two plates, cutlery and the coffee mugs. Santos opened his eyes and saw me, grinning wide as he turned and sat up. I handed him one of the plates and put the coffees on the nightstand.
"Breakfast in bed? I'm definitely keeping you." He patted my ass and helped me get situated with the food beside him.
"Good morning," I said and dug in. I was starving, the sandwiches from the night before hadn't been enough. Santos nodded at me with his mouth full, a smile playing around the edges of his lips.
"This is good, baby. Thanks." He sipped his coffee and watched me while we ate. It didn't take long for us to clear our plates, he must have been hungry too. I sat back with my coffee and sighed in contentment.
"I like eating naked with you, Danny. We should do this all the time. Plus," he grinned, "it makes it easier to get my dessert." His hand crept over to my cock which swelled at his touch. "I love sucking your cock," his eyes flashed from my crotch to my face and he gave me a cocky smile. "Almost as much as fucking your tight little ass." He set his coffee aside and bent to lick over my hardening shaft.
"Yeah, Papi, suck me off." I put my coffee down and caressed the back of his head. He moved and got between my legs. He moved to my balls and sucked each one into his mouth to excite me with his tongue. I groaned and let my fingers tangle in his hair.
Santos held the base of my cock and plunged his head down onto it, swallowing me to the root. I moaned and thrashed my legs on the bed. He jammed his head up and down a few times as he held my balls in his hand, away from my body. He pulled off to admire my wet cock and jacked it in his other hand. He growled and swallowed it again. "Fuck, Santos," I swore and rolled my head on the pillow.
He worked my cock with his lips and tongue slowly, letting his teeth barely graze the sensitive skin at the ridge of my head. It made me shudder and press his head down. He went back to hard plunges into his throat accompanied by loud slurping sounds. He gagged and shot off my cock, a line of his spit spilling from his lips to slide along my cock and flowing down around my sac. He wiped the back of his hand over his mouth and coughed. He rolled to lay flat on the bed beside me.
Tugging at my hip he said, "Get on top. Fuck my face and come in my mouth." I moved over to straddle his chest. My cock was so hard it hurt, it was red and wet. I guided it to his open mouth and rubbed the head over his lips. His tongue snaked out to taste me. He looked so wanton with my cock on his swollen lips, his eyes lust-glazed and barely focused. I leaned forward to support my weight on my arms and pushed my cock into his mouth with my hips.
I fucked him hard, making my balls grow tight and mashing against his chin. He sucked in air as he could and snorted it out through his nose as I increased the pace of my thrusts. He gagged a few times but only urged me on with his hands on my hips. I fed him my cock harder enjoying the constriction of his throat on the end of my shaft.
I didn't even realize he was jerking himself off until I felt the splat of his come hitting my back and ass. I realized he was coming and it set me off. It was like time froze as I pressed myself deep and the come moved up from my balls like lava. With a groan I shot into his throat and took short thrusts that worked the tight entrance over the head of my cock.
I barely finished when Santos pushed me off him. I rolled over onto my back as he took deep gusting breaths. I collapsed into stupor and stared at him lazily. He rubbed his jaw and turned on his side to look at me.
"Shit, that was something." He caressed my thigh with his hand.
"Yeah it was, I wasn't too rough?" I couldn't have moved for anything right then.
"Nah, you're big but I think we just proved I can handle it. I loved it." He played with my balls and milked my shaft with his fingers as he spoke. A small drop of come pooled from the slit and he caught it on his finger. Bringing his finger to his mouth he sucked off my come and moaned.
"You get off on me fucking your throat, huh?" He crawled up and kissed me.
"Oh yeah, big time. Like you get off on me talking dirty." He collapsed on to his back beside me. "Or how you love my dick in you. You know how many guys can come just from getting fucked?" I drew my brows together and shook my head no. "Not many. Now that makes me hot, makes me feel like the man, that I can do that to you." His big cock twitched where it lay draped over his thigh and I knew he was getting hard again.
"Don't even think about it." I gave his cock a pointed look. "It's already seven thirty. I need to get in the shower and get to work. Come on." I pulled him up across the bed and dragged him with me into the bathroom.
I let Santos out the front door with a kiss and shut it behind him. I glanced at the clock and saw it was now quarter to nine. "Fuck!" I punched my lieutenant's number into my cordless phone and sweated through the three rings. Finally he picked up.
"Lieutenant Mankey."
"Hey LT, it's me Dan Bishop."
"Good Morning, Bishop. Glad to finally hear from you." I never should've brought Santos into the shower with me. I was trying to be expedient but it had backfired big time.
"Yeah, sorry about that. Guess I overslept. What's my orders, sir?" He chuckled which alleviated my nervousness a bit.
"Don't worry about it. I want you to report to downtown today at eleven. See you then."
"Yes, sir. Sorry about being late, sir." I could feel the blush moving up my cheeks, embarrassed to be less than punctual. Fucking Santos.
"Like I said, don't worry about it. You deserve a little leeway. Just don't be late for this meeting."
"Yes, sir. See you at eleven." He disconnected and I put the phone on the counter, completely relieved.
It had started out innocent enough, though Santos was already half-boned when we got in the shower. He washed my hair, his cock brushing my thigh. I washed his hair. We kissed, just a quick peck on the lips in gratitude. I don't really remember how it went wrong. The next thing I knew we were really kissing and his tongue was halfway down my throat and my leg was pulled up against his hip, our hard cocks grinding together.
Santos yanked open the shower curtain and grabbed a tube of hand lotion off the counter by the sink. He shut the curtain and turned us around so the spray of water hit his back. "You know I'm going to fuck you, right?" I nodded as I ran a hand over his chest and toyed with one of his nipples, all thoughts about work flown from my head. "Turn around." He was already pouring the thick white lotion into his hand.
I faced the back wall of the tile cubicle and braced my hands against it, sticking my ass out in offer. He pushed two slimy fingers into me and twisted them, coating the ring of muscles at my opening. His cock was already nudging at my hole before he completely withdrew his fingers. He invaded me with steady pressure. When I had all of his big cock inside me, we both groaned and he leaned forward to press his chest against my back. His arms came around me and he moved his cock in short strokes inside me.
I used one hand to hold his arm against my chest and it was on. He held my waist in position with his other arm and fucked the hell out of me. I was spewing come long before he was finished and just held on through the last ten minutes of a brutal fucking. He slowly withdrew his softening dick and grabbed the soap to wash my chest, belly and crotch. I pushed his load out of my ass and felt it slide down the inside of my thigh to be washed away. We didn't say another word until we'd finished washing.
As we were drying Santos took my hand and kissed me sweetly. "Thanks for that. I don't think I could've left without hitting that one more time." He slapped my ass and I just shook my head. What was there to say?
I got to work with time to spare and waited around until it was time for my meeting. I was surprised when Lieutenant Mankey brought me to the same conference room as the last meeting and found the same group of people assembled. The brass and the feds, back for more.
"Officer Bishop, thank you for meeting with us," the captain said. She was wearing a power- suit and her hair pulled back into a tight bun. "We've had an unusual proposition and we'd like to hear your opinion on the matter." She gestured to the guy from Homeland Security.
"Mr. Bishop." He nodded at me in greeting. "We've been informed that your continued help in the case we're building would be appreciated. It seems that you are a recognized individual among the criminals we are investigating and your sudden disappearance would reflect negatively on one of our agents. Therefore, we have proposed to your superiors that we would appreciate your assistance at certain times in the future."
"They want," the LT said with a significant look, "you to work with them when they need you."
"Essentially, yes. That's what we have proposed." The guy from Homeland Security acted like he couldn't have cared less.
"So, what'll I do in the meantime?" I questioned the room.
"You will work on various assignments that will keep you off the street. When you are needed for these extra duties you will work with the investigators at their discretion. What are your feelings on this, Officer Bishop?" The captain cut straight to the point.
"I'm all for it, I guess. Whatever I can do to help," I shrugged.
"Excellent!" The fed stood. "Thank you all for meeting like this. I'll have my staff contact you with further details. Have a good day." The guy took off like he couldn't wait to get out of the room. The rest of us stayed and made plans. Eventually I was stuck in Computer Crimes, going through reams of credit card information that had been stolen and used online. It was so boring I wanted to cry, but I just ducked my head and waded through it.
In the afternoon my phone rang and I saw that it was Santos and got a little jolt of excitement. I answered the phone, "Hey, Papi, what're you doing?"
"Thinking about you... Did you get any interesting propositions today?"
"Yeah, thanks for that. How'd you get it all set up so fast?"
"I had Michelle on it last night when I first heard. Couldn't have you taken off the case, baby."
"Ah, what a sweet guy. When can I see you again?" I was holding the phone close and talking softly so I wouldn't be overheard by the detectives in the cubicles around me.
"I don't know, kid. I'm planning a trip to Mexico next week, so then for sure. I'll have to let you know if we can meet up before then. Listen, I have to go. We'll talk soon, okay?"
"Okay. Bye." I wasn't ready to hang up and we both lingered silently for a minute.
"Bye, kid. Be careful and take care of yourself." He hung up and I looked at the phone. This whole situation sucked. I got up and went down the hall to the break room, needing to get away.
The whole investigation couldn't last forever. I'd have to talk more with Santos to see if there was an end in sight. I could live with the wait. I needed to decide if he was worth it, examine my feelings for him. Basically I'd need to have a long talk with Santos to figure out what I should do, if we could talk long enough without heading to the bedroom.