Love Lies Bleeding (12 page)

"Well… damn."

"I need to feel you naked against me," Leo whispered helplessly.

"Leo?"

"I know. We're in a parking lot—but trust me when I say we wouldn't make it home from here. I guarantee it."

"What's gotten into… damn I've never had a man want me like this before."

"Then you've been with morons. Now come on, let me see that delicious cock of yours."

He saw the hesitation in Anderson's eyes turn to fire when he felt for Anderson's nipples through his shirt, caught them between his index fingers and thumbs, and pinched. He tugged the nipples while squeezing them and grinding his arousal into Anderson. "No. This is going to happen, Andy, and it's going to happen right here. Don't worry about it. We won't get caught. If you don't want it to, walk away."

Anderson's lips tugged upward to one side leaving Leo throbbing sweetly.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a condom and handed it to his lover. He watched as Anderson pulled his cock from his pants and slipped the lubricated condom on. He then turned to brace against Anderson's car, pulled his pants down, and lifted his coat. When he spread his legs he could feel Anderson coming in close behind him. Holding his breath, he waited, and was rewarded with pressure from a perfectly rounded cockhead. It popped into his hole and slid deeper. A long shaft eased past his cheeks, sinking farther.

Leo groaned, pressed his head against the vehicle, and rode slowly backward into Anderson's body.

Anderson pulled out until only the rim of his dick remained and Leo wanted to slam his first into the car. "Don't toy with it, Andy. Fuck me!"

Anderson laughed—a rough sound that left Leo feeling primal. He reached backward and slammed Anderson hard against the thigh then dug his nails into the flesh.

"Oh shit!" Anderson growled.

That worked. Anderson plowed away at him, driving him hard into the vehicle until it rocked and squeaked. Leo wanted to do something, to move, to shout—anything. But all he managed was to lie heavily forward and stare, mouth agape and ass pulsating, at how thoroughly he was being fucked.

His fingers curled, his knees shook violently, and every part of his body ached sweetly. His cock twitched beneath him, lonely and needing to be touched. Reaching down, he stroked himself, dragging a nail over the head, and shivering at the sensations it caused.

When the inevitable happened, Leo slumped forward, forehead shoved into the metal while his body shook. Anderson wrenched from him and wrapped an arm tightly around Leo's hips before a wild sound escaped his lips close to Leo's ears.

"Andy—damn…"

"My thoughts exactly. You know, one of these days you'll have to buy me dinner."

Leo grinned. "I will buy you anything you want, baby."

He turned his head to look at Anderson then. Though the professor looked away, it wasn't fast enough for Leo to miss the flash of something in his eyes. Leo didn't question it. Sometimes it was good to leave a man with his thoughts.

Though he didn't really want to move, Leo fixed his clothes and turned to watch Anderson do the same.

"I've never done anything like that before," Anderson admitted.

"I couldn't help myself," Leo replied. "And I just couldn't wait until later."

"I'm not complaining. I enjoyed every second of it."

"You need to get out of your comfort zone anyway."

Anderson chuckled. "What does it say about me that the thought of getting caught made it even better?"

Leo kissed him. "It means you're adventurous. But you have to go or you'll be late for your lecture."

"I know—don't you just hate it when real life cuts into the fun?"

Leo laughed and kissed him again. "I'll bring something home for dinner tonight, okay?"

"Thank you," Anderson whispered, leaning in and kissing Leo. "I'll see you later."

* * * *

The rest of the day went by in a sort of blur and when Anderson walked through the front door of Leo's apartment, he was surrounded by the wonderful smells of cooking. Smiling, he placed his bag by the door and kicked off his shoes.

"Leo?"

"In the kitchen."

The moment he entered, Leo handed him a bottle of cold beer and kissed him. Anderson smiled. He was trying not to fall for this man but the cop was making it almost impossible.

"I know you've had a long day but we have to talk about tomorrow. Let's eat first."

Anderson nodded and took a long drink from the bottle. After putting his beer on the counter, he walked to the sink and washed his hands. "After I left you today at the lot—I kept thinking of what happened between us."

"Bad thinking?"

Anderson turned and smiled. "No. Anyway, let's talk about tomorrow."

Anderson worked with Leo to get dinner dished out. When they sat across from one another, Anderson reached beneath the table to touch Leo, out of sheer necessity for closeness.

"Tomorrow we're going to leave early. We have to relieve the officers watching the coach right now then I'm going to have to break it to him someone may want to kill him."

"We? Daniel is coming with us?"

"Nah, he's going to stay here and keep working on the case. Besides, we have no evidence this guy is going after people I know, so they won't spare me manpower for this little expedition."

"I see." He pushed a piece of chicken into his mouth and chewed. All of a sudden, he was starving. "So we're leaving early. But what if you're not paranoid? I mean, it's the logical conclusion, right?"

"Logical sometimes doesn't work in this line of work. You sure you want to come with me?"

"Of course I'm sure. Stop asking me that."

They slipped into a heated silence, one that had Anderson watching Leo intently. For the first time, he noticed Leo had a scar on the side of his neck.

"Where'd you get that scar from?" Anderson asked.

Leo touched it gently with a finger before reaching for his fork again. "A fight when I was a kid. I don't even remember what the fight was about."

"That's how it always is. We get into these big, drag-out fights then moments later we forget how it started to begin with."

Chapter Twelve

Leo rubbed a hand against his chin. It'd been a few days since he'd shaved and it was starting to itch. For a while he simply ignored it as a mild irritation but as the hair really began pushing out, it was more than he could ignore. All he wanted to do was sleep. But long after Anderson was slumbering in his arms, the itch on his face was like he'd been making out with poison ivy. Rolling out of bed, he stopped to press a kiss to Anderson's shoulder before walking out of the room and down the corridor. He dug through his cupboard and frowned. He was out of razors. Sighing, he walked back to the bedroom and shook Anderson gently.

"Andy?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"I have a favour."

Anderson rolled over and pushed a muscular arm behind his head as a pillow. His brown eyes were filled with sleep, making them sexier than before. His lush lips tugged upward slightly when he smiled at Leo, leaving him trembling. "What can I do for you?"

Leo laughed softly.

"I'm out of razors and even though I'd rather run down the street naked…"

"To which I would not say no—just give me the heads up to get my camera."

Leo smacked Anderson playfully and Anderson grunted. "As I was saying," Leo continued. "I need to bum a razor off you if you have one to spare."

"Sure. In the bag."

Leo kissed him deeply before climbing off the bed to grab a razor from Anderson's bag and made his way down the hall again to the bathroom. Looking at his face in the mirror, he reached for a can of cream and shook it. When he had his face lathered, he stopped to eye his reflection. A shuffle down the hall caused him to peek out to see Anderson motoring toward him. Knowing precisely what was happening, he stepped out of the bathroom to allow Anderson in.

"Why'd you wait so long before you came to the bathroom?"

He could hear Anderson on the other side of the door.

"I thought I could hold it."

He laughed. Anderson opened the door then with a satisfied look on his face. Leo thought he would just go back to bed but instead, Anderson took the razor from his fingers and reached for his hand. Confused, he allowed Anderson to lead him back into the bathroom then lift him onto the counter next to the sink. Anderson stepped between his legs, lifted his mouth against Leo's ear, and simply inhaled. For a moment, Anderson remained still then lifted his mouth away and raised the razor to Leo's neck.

Leo moaned just as it slid over his lathered flesh with a low, soft sound. He gripped Anderson's hips.

His cock hit Anderson's abs and he groaned. Anderson simply shaved another line up his neck to the tip of his chin.

Leo was completely in a daze for Anderson was now sucking against his ear, blowing the wet flesh dry before licking it again. The sound of water gushed beside him and somewhere in his passion-filled stupor, he figured Anderson was rinsing the razor before it was dragged over him again.

By the time Anderson cradled his face when he was finished shaving him, Leo was too turned on to think straight. His cock was pulsing against his track pants, jerking violently.

"You're going to have to fuck me!" Leo told him.

Anderson smiled. "I didn't actually think that would work."

"You mean you weren't really trying to seduce me?"

Anderson rinsed his hand before backing out of the bathroom with a smirk on his wonderful lips. Leo shook his head, growled, and hopped from the counter. Instead of coming back, Anderson darted down the hall. Leo chased him. There was no way he was going to let Anderson wake his body in the way he had and not put out the fire. Skidding to a halt, he hurried back to the bathroom and grabbed a tube of lube and a condom. He walked by the bedroom, stopping only to peer in. When he didn't see Anderson there, he continued his search.

He found Anderson in the living room with his back pressed into the wall, naked as the day he was born. Leo pushed off his track pants and boxers and closed in on Anderson, who was watching him. Slowly, Anderson's gaze burned a trail down Leo's body.

Their kiss then was unlike none of the others—from a heated, open mouth kiss to one that pulled at Leo's very soul. He stuck a hand between their bodies to grope Anderson and listened to the reaction that touch elicited. He stepped astride one of Anderson's legs and ground his cock into the professor's thigh. His breathing was faster, his hips moving quickly, gyrating, pushing, rubbing.

"Come here, darling." Anderson's voice was rough, ragged. "Let me help you with that."

Before Leo could speak, he was facing the wall with large hands cupping his ass. He tried looking over his shoulder but only managed to whimper as Anderson's long tongue traced his hole.

"Damn!" Leo cried, arching his back, shoving his ass out further.

"Do you like that?"

"Yes… again…"

Anderson did as he told—sucking, nipping, and licking. Leo was shouting for joy and pounding his palms into the wall to keep himself sane. The tube of lube and condom he held slipped to the floor but he didn't care. Anderson was eating him better than all the other lovers he'd ever had.

Then it happened—a slick finger pushed past his opening and slid in deep. But he truly felt as if he would come when Anderson bit each of his cheeks.

"Anderson… damn."

Then finally, Anderson gave him what he wanted—a large, thick cock inside him. Leo bit his lower lip but that didn't stop the shout of sheer happiness that erupted from his mouth. Acting like this was unlike him but he didn't care. He silenced his second thoughts, spread his legs, and pushed down hard.

"That's it," Anderson encouraged. "Grind on me! Use those hips."

* * * *

Anderson closed his eyes and enjoyed the slow gyration Leo did against him. He clutched his lover's hips, slid in deep, and listened to the sounds Leo was making. He slid his hands up Leo's back, gripped his shoulders to help push him down. Each thrust brought him closer and closer to breaking and he looked forward to it.

They took their love-making away from the wall and Anderson bent Leo over the arm of the sofa and slammed into him until the sofa slid halfway across the room. He loved the creaking of the furniture beneath their gyrating bodies. Sweat dripped down his back but he didn't want it to end yet. He wanted more—he wanted to be fucked too.

Against the wall in the hall, he took Leo again, feeling Leo tighten around him before reaching around and grabbed Leo's dick. It was an awkward position but he needed to feel that pole in his hands.

"I'm gonna…" was all Leo managed as he exploded.

Anderson whispered something and pulled from Leo's body, caressing the back of his neck gently.

"Your turn?" Leo panted while stroking himself to life again.

"Oh yes."

"Get on your knees. I need those beautiful lips around my dick—make it hard for you."

For as long as he could remember since he'd been sexually active, talking dirty did things to him. But when Leo did it, it was beyond that. Just the thought of having Leo bossing him around, ordering him to do naughty, taboo things made it so much better. He quickly slipped to his knees and serviced his very own NYPD detective. He took that beautiful dick into his hands, dropped kisses against the shaft, licked the head then pulled it down his throat. Leo swore but he simply sucked harder, milking every drop of pre-cum he could get.

The ultimate satisfaction came when he was rewarded for his hard work—when Leo bent him over the hall table and slammed into him hard from behind.

"Yes!"

"Be a good boy. Say thank you," Leo growled.

Anderson groaned but chuckled softly as he spun his hips into Leo. To his shock, Leo spanked him. Over and over slaps rained down against his cheeks until they stung deliciously.

"Say thank you."

Anderson whimpered. "Thank you! More!"

He'd never been spanked before but he could get used to it. Before he knew what was happening, his body had taken too much and hot, white cum exploded from him. Anderson pulled in, pressing his forehead to the wall and gritted his teeth. He felt it the moment his ass clenched around Leo's cock. It was so damn good he pushed upward and pinched at one of his own nipples. Leo didn't let up—he fucked Anderson until Anderson couldn't take it anymore and pulled his ass away before slipping to his knees, panting.