as if he was able to hear your thoughts, waking up from the sound of them, gator shifted behind you, his voice—still rough with sleep—tickling you in just the right places.

“mornin’ darlin’,” he whispered, teeth grazing the shell of your ear, drawing a little giggle from you. “morning, gates,” you whispered, turning around, propping yourself up on your elbows so you could look down at his beautiful face.

his dark hair—usually gelled back so it was out of his brown eyes—fell messily into his forehead, making him look absolutely divine.

those hazel eyes shimmered in the morning light, waking up the butterflies in your stomach and making them swirl around.

“how did ya sleep?” he asked, voice still scratchy, reaching up and tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear.

you leaned into the touch, eyes fluttering shut briefly, then met his gaze again. “mhhh, slept pretty good. but… if i remember correctly, there was something pressed up against my ass in the middle of the night,” you teased, causing him to laugh. and god, if that wasn’t the most beautiful sound on earth.

“yeah? i have no fuckin’ idea what yer talkin’ about,” he replied, sitting up, his hand sliding to the back of your neck so he could pull you down into a soft kiss, all sweet and sloppy.

after a few seconds, he pulled away again, his thumb brushing along your lower lip, smearing away the wet trace of saliva he left behind.

“gotta leave for work,” he murmured, eyes focusing on your lips as he followed the movement of his finger with his gaze.

“can’t wait to see ya later.” gator kissed you once more before slipping out of the cozy warmth of the bed, leaving you behind. the sheets stayed tangled around your legs but he took all of his warmth away with him.

the sun was about to set when gator opened the front door of the small house you lived in together. almost immediately, he was greeted by the smell of grilled chicken and it felt like something close to heaven after this awfully long day of being separated from you.

“darlin’, i’m home!” he called out right after the door fell shut behind him, but there was no answer.

maybe you wore your headphones—as always when you cooked. but when he looked for you in the kitchen, you were nowhere to be found. only the light in the oven gave away that he was right in his guess and that you were already preparing dinner.

“i’m upstairs!”

your angelic voice felt like music to his ears, and he let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. desperate to feel you in his arms, he walked up the stairs—taking two at once—before reaching the first floor.

the faint smell of vanilla hung in the air, telling him that you just took a shower and he moved over to the bedroom. but much to his disappointment, he couldn’t find you in there as well.

right when he thought about calling out for you again, his sweet and soft girl, there was a quiet clearing of a throat behind him. and when he finally turned around, he couldn’t believe his eyes.

there you were, standing in the doorway, looking like pure sin. you wore that old lingerie set—one of his favourites, covered by black lace roses and those tiny little bows in the front, nipples flashing at him through the thin material. the one he’d thought you’d thrown away after he’d asked you multiple times if you could wear it again—only to be ignored instead of blessed with an answer.

a smug smile was on your face, the metal handcuffs he usually kept in the drawer of his nightstand, dangling from your index finger. “look who came home,” you purred, tilting your head, those beautiful locks falling over your shoulders like a silent invitation.

“shit, baby,” gator whispered, his pupils dilating as he took a step closer.

“ah-ah,” you raised your voice, making him stop dead in his tracks, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly.

“did i give you permission to move?” you tilted your head to the side and the realization of what you were doing went straight to his cock.

“loose the vest, baby.”

the command was soft but explicit, signaling him who was in charge this time. and god, that was exactly what he needed right now. so he didn’t hesitate, the deputy vest coming off in one single motion, hanging it over the chair that stood by your vanity.

“good boy,” you praised, watching how his shoulders tensed, clearly having trouble to control himself. and you haven’t even started yet.

“now, the jacket.”

it fell to the floor with a soft thud, leaving him in that tight black shirt and his camo pants which were doing nothing to hide the affect all of this had on him.

“on the bed. arms over your head,” you instructed, watching every single movement of him until he was splayed out on the bed on his back, obediently placing his strong arms over his head.

only then you did move as well, your smaller frame climbing on top of him, straddling his waist, avoiding contact with the visible bulge that pressed intently against his pants.

you still held the cuffs between your fingers as they slipped under the edge of his shirt, pushing it up slowly. gator groaned when he felt the cool metal brushing against his skin, his hands twitching but he kept them over his head—right where you wanted them to stay.

“just like that…” you muttered, pulling the fabric over his head, throwing it to the side. “such a good boy…”

you leaned over him, your breasts—covered by that fucking seductive lace—hanging right into his face as you cuffed his hands onto the metal headboard of the bed.

he breathed in your scent deeply, those soft and sweet notes of vanilla along with the familiar hint of whiskey. it made him chuckle, already knowing exactly why he got that absolutely perfect treatment.

“christ, baby. if that’s what i’m receivin’, you should get drunk more often,” he hummed, the soft click of the last cuff snapping echoed through the room.

it was your turn to chuckle then, your hands braced on his chest, feeling the soft curls of the dark hair underneath your palms. “good for you, i planned this long before i got drunk,” you murmured, grinding your hips against his groin, eliciting a hiss from his mouth and his hips bucked up against you involuntarily.

you grinned, satisfied with the reaction, the next roll of your hips having his body shaking underneath you as his hands strained against the cuffs.

“jesus fuckin’ christ,” he growled, his chest rising and falling slowly with every heavy breath he took. “you’re evil, baby. fuckin’ evil,” he muttered while you slipped down his body, fingers fiddling with the straps of his thigh holster—the one he always wore when he was out on patrol.

“i know…” one strap came loose, the other followed shortly after. “that’s why you love me.”

the holster along with his gun landed on the floor beside the bed, and you finally had enough space to get rid of the remaining clothes.

it took you seconds to open his pants and pulling them down, his boxers following after, leaving him completely naked in front of you. and sweet lord, it was a sight you’d never get tired of.

his legs long and muscular, leading up to his veiny and thick cock, resting heavily against his stomach. he was hard as a rock, small beads of precum pooling right under his navel, little twitches smearing it on the skin there, leaving a glistening mess.

“fuck, darlin’. you wanna spend the rest of the evening looking at me like that?” he asked, ripping you out of your thoughts and you moved slowly, leaning back over him.

“and even if that was the case… you wouldn’t be able to change something about it as long as you’re cuffed to the bed.” you reached over to the other side of the bed—your side—pulling up the bottle of whiskey you’d placed there, hidden from his gaze.

the second he saw it, his eyes widened. “baby, what are you-“ you didn’t let him come any further. you opened the bottle, tilting it and spilled the expensive liquid all over his chest and stomach. it dropped down his sides, soaking the sheets underneath him but you couldn’t care less.

“oops.”

he tensed at the sensation, a deep groan rumbling through his chest when you put the bottle away and lowered your head to breathe in the scent.

the strong whiskey, mixed with the musky smell of your husband, was the perfect combination. so you didn’t wait any longer and dragged your tongue over his skin, slurping the drops of whiskey off him.

gator let out a strangled moan, his hips bucking up, desperately searching for friction while his cock twitched helplessly against his lower stomach.

“oh, f-fuck…” his voice sounded broken, almost desperate, and you couldn’t help but smile, your mouth still catching the value alcohol.

the journey continued until you reached his lips, hovering right over them with the last remaining liquid in your mouth.

you didn’t have to ask, he understood. his mouth opened, ready to take whatever you were about to give to him.

and right now, you let the whiskey—mixed together with your spit—drop into his mouth, forcing him to swallow.

you lowered your lips onto his, kissing him messily, your tongue pushing against his, both of you moaning into each other.

a string of saliva connected your lips when you pulled away, finally starting to rub your lace-covered pussy against his bare cock.

“tell me what you want, baby,” you murmured, slipping down his body, nails digging into the flesh of his muscular thighs. “you…” he pressed out, his cock twitching again, right in front of your face. “i only want you… ain’t ever wanted anythin’ more.”

and then, finally, you touched him properly. your fingers traced the vein on the underside, right from bottom to top before wrapping your hand around his length. your thumb brushed over the head, smearing the precum around, coating him in it, sending a shudder through his body.

“oh shiiit, baby,” he moaned, thrusting his hips into your grip. he realized what mistake it was as you pulled away, eyebrows raised.

“no moving, or you want me to fix your slutty hips on the bed as well?” you warned, and gator groaned.

“‘m sorry, darlin’. no moving,” he murmured, voice cracking on the words and watched how you lowered your head, pressing a kiss on the tip, the salty taste of his arousal dancing on your lips.

you heard the soft clinking of the handcuffs as he strained against them, trying desperately to get his hands on you.

“speak to me, pretty boy. tell me what you need. wanna hear it.” your hot breath fanned over his wet tip, and he sucked in a sharp breath.

“need your mouth. fuck baby, need you to suck me off… need it so bad. please, baby, please…” the words babbled over his lips, and who were you to deny that to him after he begged so beautifully?

your lips closed around the head then, suckling softly before taking him deeper until he hit the back of your throat.

“fucking hell,” gator hissed, his hips instinctively snapping up into the wet heat of your mouth, almost making you choke on him.

your grip on his waist tightened as you pushed his hips down, punishing him with pulling away once more, making him groan in disapproval. he lifted his head to look down on you, pupils dilated and lips swollen from biting down on them.

“baby… what yer doin’?” he panted, his cock completely coated in your spit and another small bead of precum appeared on the slit.

instead of answering, your fingernails dug into his thighs, squeezing the flesh, then pressed soft, wet kisses along his shaft. “stay still, honey.”

the sound he made was absolutely wrecked, broken even, his whole body shuddering underneath you but he nodded, signaling you that he understood.

“good boy,” you praised, leaning down again, taking him between your lips. you continued to suck on the tip, tongue flicking over it teasingly. then you sank further down, even deeper than before, his thickness stretching your throat, forcing you to breathe through your nose.

the constant clinking sound of the handcuffs against the metal headboard filled the air along with the little sounds he made and your heavy breathing.

you stayed like that for a few seconds without moving, feeling him twitch and throb against your tongue. then, you finally swallowed around him.

a deep, guttural sound tore from his lungs, his thighs trembling under your firm grip and you knew he was close already. “don’t cum…” you murmured, your tongue flicking out against his balls. “unless i say so. understand?”

he whimpered, flexing his arms as if he wanted to reach out for you only to be stopped by those goddamn handcuffs.

“gator…” you urged him, lips closing around one sack, suckling softly on it. “answer me.”

“i… i won’t cum. only if you say so,” he echoed your words, followed by a growl like it caused him physical pain.

“such…” suck. “a…” suck. “good boy.” you pulled away with a wet pop, your hand closing around his shaft once more, stroking him rhythmically.

it wasn’t long until you replaced your hand with your mouth, taking him deep just like before, bobbing your head up and down, keeping that steady rhythm.

“baby…” gator moaned, his hips twitching underneath you. “s-stop. i’m gonna cum if you keep goin’ like this.” he sounded completely breathless, his north dakota accent stronger than you’ve ever heard before.

but of course, you didn’t stop. you only went harder, forcing him so deep that you were choking on him, drool dripping down your chin and onto his balls. he began to twitch, his breathing becoming faster and you knew he was on the very edge.

but before he could fall over, you withdrew, pulling away completely, leaving him throbbing and shaking on the mattress.

his arms practically ripped on the cuffs, thighs shaking so hard you swore the mattress was moving underneath you.

“the fuck?” he cried out, lifting his head so he could look at you, poor cock glistening wet and throbbing where it rested against his stomach.

“i told you not to cum, gates,” you pointed out, pouting your lips but still staying out of reach as he shifted his hips, making his cock bob slightly.

“‘m sorry…ain’t gonna happen again. jus’ please, c’me back here,” he begged and you tilted your head to the side, watching him through narrowed eyes.

after a few more seconds of letting him wait, you bowed your head again, swallowing him whole in one movement. and when he was about to cum again, you repeated the same action as before, pulling away, reminding him about your rule.

you edged him like that—triggering is orgasm and pulling away right before it hit—until you decided it was enough, getting rid of the lingerie, stripping naked right in front of his eyes.

his hands stayed cuffed but you could see clearly how bad he wanted to touch you. the hazel brown of his eyes swallowed completely by pure and primal need, mouth slightly hanging open as he watched you with heavy breaths.

“you fuckin’ diabolical bitch,” he cursed, hips pushing up as you crawled back on top of him, alining his cock with your tight hole.

you huffed out a laugh at his words, punishing him by not sinking down on him immediately. you dragged the tip through your folds, coating him in your arousal while the poor man tried to free his hands from where they were still cuffed to the headboard. but the keys were far away, out of his and also your reach, lying on the bedside table.

“loose the cuffs,” he growled, voice deep and primal but all you could do was laugh. without waiting any longer, you sank down on him, your pussy swallowing inch by inch until he was fully seated inside of you.

you leaned forward then, lips brushing against his but not nearly kissing him. “only if you beg for it.” it was a breath, tickling over his still swollen lips and he made a completely new sound, something you never heard before.

he whined.

gator fucking tillman whined because of you. and it made you feel like the most powerful woman on earth.

his hips snapped upwards, the head of his cock hitting your cervix, tearing a moan from your own throat. “loose. the. cuffs,” he repeated, pulling on them a little stronger, the painful screech of the headboard echoing off the walls.

but you didn’t even think about it. you only placed your hands on his soft tummy, fingers brushing through the trail of hair growing there before you sat up, throwing your head back and arching your back, giving him a full view of your tits.

“baby, i swear to fuckin’ god if you—“ he got cut off by the first move of your hips, moaning out loudly as he felt your walls tighten around him.

only seconds later you set a pace that had his head spinning. you moved up and down his cock, circling your hips in between, practically tearing him apart. all that with your fucking perfect tits bouncing in front of his eyes, still too far out of reach.

“baby, please“ he whined, hands straining against the cuffs again. “please, just… loose the fuckin’ cuffs. lemme touch ya.” it was pathetic how he begged but it was exactly how you wanted it. so completely wrecked and drunk on you that you decided it was enough.

you leaned over, grabbing the key before leaning over his head, breasts falling right into his face. the quiet clicks sounded and the first cuff came loose, then the second. the moment he was free, it all happened very fast.

his hands found your hips, turning you around, trapping you underneath him. your breath left your lungs from the sudden movement while his big hands slipped to the back of your knees, pushing your legs up and over his shoulders, folding your smaller form in half, all while he was still buried in you.

the first move had you arching your back off the mattress, changing the angle, causing him to slide even deeper. “fuck,” he hissed through clenched teeth, then his payback began.

his pace was relentless, thrusting into you before pulling all the way out before slamming all the way back in, pressing the air out of your lungs in a breathless scream.

he pounded into you over and over again, driven by that raw need, not stopping until he had you right where he wanted you, crying and begging just like him only a few minutes before.

his thumb found your clit, rubbing over it in tight circles, adding just the right pressure. “gator… oh, f-fuck… i’m gonna cum…” you moaned, feeling how the pressure in your stomach built, almost becoming too much.

“funny thing, baby. because you were the one telling me not to cum until ya say so,” he rasped against your lips, and just before the coil snapped, his finger was gone, hips stilling completely.

that fucking asshole did the same thing as you did to him, denying you to reach your peak, a desperate cry tearing from your lips.

“you can cum, gator. just please, please let me—”

he cut you off with a kiss, tongue fucking into your mouth, finally picking up his pace again.

when he pulled away, he lowered his head to look down at where your bodies connected, watching him slipping in and out of you. “fuckin’ hell. like ya were made for me, babygirl,” he praised, his thumb finding your clit again.

“cum with me, would ya? can ya do that f’me?” he asked and you nodded, maybe a little too hard even. but it only spurred him on, hips crashing down against yours, making your tits bounce. and that was enough for both of you.

your orgasm crashed over you, so hard you could swear you passed out. your walls clenching around him, milking him dry, was gator’s undoing and he buried himself deep into your pussy with one last thrust, thick ropes of hot cum spurting out, coating your delicate walls.

you didn’t know how long it took until you stopped shaking. all you could feel was his body collapsing on top of you, bracing himself on his elbows next to your head so he wouldn’t crush you. “have i already mentioned that yer fuckin’ evil,” he breathed out, making you giggle underneath him, your hands coming up to cover your face.

“hey, don’t hide from me now, mrs. tillman,” he murmured, peppering kisses on the back of your hands, pushing them away with his nose. you finally moved them aside, eyes meeting his, the room illuminated by the sunset making them sparkle like liquid amber.

“couldn’t stop myself. and maybe… you can really blame the whiskey,” you smiled softly, your fingers tracing over his strong biceps.

he was about to say something when the beeping noise of the oven echoed through the house, telling you that dinner was ready.

“i have to go,” you whispered, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, pushing him off so he rolled over to the free side of the bed. you slipped away, completely ignoring the feeling of his cum and your juices leaking out from between your legs.

you bowed down, grabbed his shirt and pulled it over your head—not even bothering to put panties on—before you disappeared through the door.

gator’s eyes were fixed on the ceiling as he took deep, steady breaths, still processing what the hell just happened. a few minutes later, he followed you down, finding you in the kitchen, placing the delicious smelling food on the plates.

he took two beers out of the fridge, bringing them to the dining table, waiting for you to join him and sat down with you.

he was only a few minutes into eating when he stopped, feeling your gaze on him. he lifted his head, eyes meeting yours, finding you biting your bottom lip.

you stretched out your leg, your foot touching his bare thigh, tracing its path down right between his legs, brushing against his cock, securely tucked away in his boxers.

gator grinned, flashing his teeth at you while he placed his fork back on the table. he reached over, fingers curling under your chair, yanking you closer on it. “you greedy little slut,” he growled, pushing his own chair back as he fell to his knees in front of you—the grilled chicken completely forgotten on his plate as he focused on his actual meal right in front of him.

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it was absolutely risky, but god, you would lie if you said that you didn’t like the thrill.

and steve seemed to like it as well—at least it looked like that when you pulled him through the door, lips moving against his and finding him already hard in his pants.

“you know… it wouldn’t be so hard for me to hold myself back if you’d just loose that damn uniform… because stevie, this is absolutely sexy,” you murmured, giving the tip of his cock a kitten lick.

his hips bucked upwards instinctively, a low groan rumbling through his chest while one hand flew to the back of your head, clenching in the strands.

“jesus christ…” he whispered, pupils dark with lust, “it’s my work outfit. you know i can’t just ‘lose it’.”

that earned him a gentle suck on the head, and you felt him twitching greedily in your hand.

it all started when you came to him about two weeks ago, right after your date dumped you.

he was clearly convinced that an inexperienced girl like you wasn’t good in bed, that’s why he wanted to find someone else—someone with more experience.

shortly, not a virgin.

and so you came to your best friend, since you where twelve years old, asking him to help you get some of that experience.

since then, you made out almost every day.

and god, steve was a mess. he always was.

his eyes were pressed shut, biting down on those plump and pink lips, looking like some sex god who just jumped right out of your dreams.

the only difference: he was your best friend and all of this happened because you only needed him to teach you in things like blowjobs.

but lord, it was the best thing that ever happened to you.

“fuck! you’re…” steve grunted, more precum spilling out and coating your lips. “you’re learning so fast, princess.”

you decided to go further then. by now, you knew what drove him crazy.

so you took him slowly, swallowing on the way down until his head hit the back of your throat, making you gag.

steve’s hand gripped the arm of the chair he was sitting on, knuckles turning white while he other hand stayed in your hair, guiding you gently.

“oh shit, baby. just like that,” he choked out, his hips thrusting up, further into the heat but you stopped him by wrapping your hand around his base—the only part you couldn’t take.

the squeeze made him twitch against your tongue and you hummed, eyes beginning to water from the intensity of holding back more gags.

“you’re taking it so well…” you hear the praise and it made you press your thighs together. “such a good girl.”

then, his control snapped.

he bucked his hips upwards again, hitting the back of your throat again and you gagged, one single tear dropping down as your fingernails dug into the soft flesh of his hairy thighs.

“just like that… good girl…” he chanted out, his hips setting a steady rhythm, fucking up into your mouth.

you took steady breaths through your nose, relaxing your jaw, giving him the space he needed to get off.

he made you choke on him, tears streaming down your face and saliva dripping from your chin, making everything messy.

after a while, you swallowed again, his cock pulsing, signaling you he was close.

now it was you, starting to bob your head. up and down, letting him slip out, suckling on the tip before taking him all the way in again.

“baby, baby, i’m gonna—fuuuck—i’m gonna cum. you need to—“

you knew what he wanted to say. he always did. but you never pulled away.

thick ropes of his cum shot out, spilling down your throat and all over your lips and face when you pulled away.

it was messy, but god, it was absolutely perfect.

steve’s head lolled to the side, his cock still twitching as he came down from that intense high, his gaze on you without daring to look away.

you licked your lips clean from his semen, grinning when he let out a gasp. “you just… did it again,” he murmured, reaching out, his thumb brushing some drops of his cum away from your chin.

“licking my cum like it’s some kind of candy. my dirty little slut, hm?” he teased, but you knew better.

he meant every single word.

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