Adam noticed, and there was a moment where the vibe was… off. I knew we’d talk about that later, but for now, I put my lips together tightly and lingered at his tip.
That was enough to get us going again.
“Oh my God, please suck it… just suck it, Luke…” he begged.
I had to contain my smile. Here he was, begging me for something.
When I was done teasing him with my lips, I finally let him penetrate my mouth and slide his head in.
“Oh!” He moaned.
It was a struggle to fit the width of his cock in my mouth — I had to open wide and sheathe my teeth.
“Fuck yeah, oh fuuuuuck yeah…” he moaned with pleasure.
I moved my mouth up and down the shaft as much as I could — since he was so big, I could only fit half of his length in me. But he didn’t seem to mind that.
Something I really liked about Adam was that he wasn’t wrapping his hand in my hair and forcing his cock into his head. He was letting me control the pace.
It only took a few thrusts from here, then his moaning picked up pace.
“Oh babe, oh fuck, oh yeah Luke I’m gonna come!”
I was fisting my own cock faster and faster, and could feel myself coming close to the edge too.
If I timed it right, we could come at the same time…
“Oh! Oh!” Adam cried out as he poured his load into my mouth.
I gagged on his come, not prepared for it to come out that fast or with such force.
He pulled out immediately, staggering against the wall.
I coughed up his jizz and came at the same time, speckling the floor from my mouth and dick with white splotches like a Jackson Pollock.
Adam was immediately by my side.
“Luke! You okay?” he asked with a chuckle, putting one of his strong hands on my back.
Comfort flowed from his hand into me as I regained myself.
“Yeah… just… it was a lot…” I said, smiling as I coughed.
“Here, I’ll get you a glass of water,” Adam offered, opening up a cooler that was sitting in the shadows.
I looked up at him and I’m sure my eyes were bloodshot. He handed me the cool plastic bottle.
“Thanks… you’re so prepared,” I said, taking the bottle from him and gulping it greedily.
He smirked and sat down next to me on the rug. “I have to be, I’m a cop!”
Then his face fell and he looked at his watch.
“Do you have enough time?” I asked him, feeling guilty.
“It’s gonna be tight,” he mumbled. Then he softened and kissed me on the cheek. “Like you.”
“Oh my God, that was terrible!” I said, throwing the nearly drained water bottle at him.
He was laughing, then said, “Come on, I couldn’t resist!”
I chuckled too, then my eyes fell to the come on the rug.
“…sorry about making a mess,” I said solemnly.
“Don’t worry about it, really! I’ll get it taken care of.” Adam promised as he helped me stand up. “Anything for my boyfriend.”
I felt a gentle warmth unfurl in my gut at that word: Boyfriend. I was his boyfriend.
A smile took over my face. I couldn’t contain all the happiness that was blooming inside of me.
Adam was walking towards the ladder, then turned back and said, “Oh, don’t forget the letter there,” he gestured to the middle of the rug.
“Oh right, I forgot,” I said, walking towards it.
Plucking it off the rug like a flower, I tucked it safely in my messenger bag. Then I followed Adam down the ladder and back into the real world.
* * *
“So what does a ride-along… mean?” I asked, my eyes sliding over to Adam.
We had just pulled into the police station and gotten out of the truck.
“It means you come with me today, and you get to sort of shadow me while I do my work,” he explained.
I bit my lip. I’d sort of known what a ride-along was — my sister once did one when she briefly dated a cop. But now that it had become real in my mind, I was giddy with excitement. I’d get to ride in my man’s cop car, sitting next to this hunky dude while he was in uniform…
Could today get any better?
“Wait,” I said, a frown crossing my face. “You’re not doing anything… anything scary today, are you?”
I was imagining him doing one of those police busts where a bunch of uniformed cops break into a meth den and battle it out.
His eyes looked inquisitive and he held my hand. “Define ‘scary,’” he said.
“I mean like… are you going to arrest people today?”
I imagined someone going wild in the back of his cop car while I sat in the front seat. It sounded scary… but also a little bit thrilling.
“Probably not,” he said. “But I don’t know how the day is going to go, so I can’t guarantee anything.”
“Oh-okay,” I said, feeling a little nervous.
But it was just regular nervousness, thankfully. Not the anxiety monster’s nervousness.
“Luke,” Adam said, stopping in his tracks right outside the police station doors, “I need to know if you’re alright with this. If it’s too much for you, I need you to communicate that to me.”
I didn’t think it was possible to like Adam any more than I already did.
“I can handle it,” I said.
He softened. “If it gets to be too much for you at any time, you can tell me you want to stop. And I’ll get one of my buddies to cover for me, then we can leave. Ok?”
His eyes were a fierce green now; determined and wild.
“Yes, I understand,” I said trying to match his seriousness.
“Good, then we’re all set,” he said.
I followed him into the dark halls of the police station, excited to see Adam in his element.
* * *
It only took a few minutes for me to see him interacting with other cops that he was clearly the most respected and popular guy there.
The Alpha, I’d read in Obey.
We passed the other officers all in uniform, and
