Chapter 1: Pulled Over and Pushed Under
The red and blue lights flashed in the rearview mirror, a silent scream cutting through the quiet of the deserted highway. Ethan, a lanky 22-year-old with a mop of blond hair, cursed under his breath as he eased his beat-up Chevy to the shoulder. His heart raced—not just from the speed he’d been clocking, but from the sheer annoyance of getting caught. He wasn’t expecting what came next.
The officer who stepped out of the patrol car was a vision of raw power. At 38, Officer Darius Kane was a wall of muscle, his dark skin glistening under the faint moonlight, his uniform hugging every hard line of his body. His stride was confident, almost predatory, as he approached Ethan’s window. The younger man rolled it down, trying to play it cool, but the air shifted when Darius leaned in close, his deep voice rumbling like thunder.
‘Boy, you know how fast you were goin’?’ Darius drawled, his piercing brown eyes locking onto Ethan’s. The scent of him—earthy, musky, with a hint of sweat—hit Ethan like a punch. It wasn’t unpleasant. Far from it. It stirred something unfamiliar, something he’d buried deep.
‘I—uh, I might’ve been a little over the limit, sir,’ Ethan stammered, his usual cocky smirk faltering. ‘Look, I’m sorry. Can we work something out? I can’t afford a ticket right now.’
Darius raised an eyebrow, a slow, wicked grin spreading across his face. ‘Work something out, huh? You think I’m runnin’ a damn charity out here?’ He paused, letting the tension build, his gaze dropping to Ethan’s lips for a split second. ‘But I might have an idea. Depends on how… cooperative you wanna be.’
Ethan’s breath hitched. He wasn’t dumb—he knew exactly what the officer was implying. And though he’d always considered himself straight, there was a part of him, a curious, hungry part, that had wondered. Wondered what it’d be like. And now, with Darius’s scent filling the car, that curiosity was clawing its way to the surface. ‘What exactly are you gettin’ at, Officer?’ he asked, his voice steadier than he felt, a challenge in his tone.
Darius chuckled, low and dirty. ‘Oh, I think you know, pretty boy. Step outta the car. Let’s have a little chat.’ His tone left no room for argument, but there was a heat in it that made Ethan’s skin prickle.
Ethan hesitated, then obeyed, stepping out into the cool night air. Darius towered over him, his presence overwhelming. The officer jerked his head toward the side of the patrol car, away from the road’s sparse traffic. ‘Over here. Now.’
As they moved, Darius’s hand brushed against Ethan’s lower back, a fleeting touch that sent a jolt straight through him. ‘You ever been with a man, kid?’ Darius asked, his voice dropping to a husky whisper as he backed Ethan against the car’s hood.
‘No,’ Ethan admitted, his cheeks flushing, but his chin lifted defiantly. ‘But I ain’t scared to try new things. You think you can handle me, big guy?’
Darius laughed, a sound that vibrated through Ethan’s chest. ‘Oh, I can handle you just fine. Question is, can you handle me?’ He stepped closer, so close Ethan could feel the heat radiating off him, could smell that intoxicating musk even stronger now. His eyes dropped instinctively, catching the outline of something massive straining against Darius’s uniform pants. Something uncut, the hood of it promising a scent that made Ethan’s mouth water despite himself.
‘Damn,’ Ethan muttered, his voice betraying his arousal. ‘You’re not playin’ around, are you?’
‘Not even a little,’ Darius growled, his hand reaching down to adjust himself, drawing Ethan’s gaze again. ‘Get on your knees, boy. Let’s see if that mouth of yours is as bold as your words.’
Ethan’s pulse thundered in his ears, but he didn’t back down. If anything, the command only made him harder, his own jeans tightening uncomfortably. He smirked, dropping to his knees with a deliberate slowness, his eyes never leaving Darius’s. ‘Better not disappoint me, Officer,’ he taunted, his voice dripping with defiance even as his hands trembled with anticipation.
Darius’s grin was feral as he unzipped, revealing the thick, hard length of his cock, the uncut tip already glistening. The scent hit Ethan full force now, raw and heady, making his head spin with a horny, desperate need he didn’t expect. He was wet with sweat already, his breath coming in short, panting bursts as he leaned in, ready to taste the forbidden.
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