Embracing His Syn, page 26
“He cut the wires,” God said, sounding annoyed. “Fucker.”
Syn ignored God and looked at the other two men, embracing each other while watching the exchange with amused expressions. “How are you, Detective Johnson? Fancy seeing you and Ronowski over here at this late hour.”
“Fuck you.” Johnson laughed. “You already knew, so don’t act shocked.”
“I’m not acting shocked. You’re right, I did know. You four are always staring at each other like pieces of prime USDA beef. I’d be a pretty shitty detective if I never noticed.”
“So all of you are, ya know ..." Furi gestured between them with his hands.
“We’re really good friends,” God confirmed and his tone clearly indicated the conversation was over.
“Fuck,” Furi groaned, rubbing his stiffening cock. “That’s fucking wild. Nice piercings by the way fellas.” Both Day and Ronowski had pierced nipples. Day opting for black barbells while Ronowski’s gold ones glowed against his tan skin.
“You got a hot one, don’tcha Sarge?” Ronowski’s beautiful smile could be any man’s undoing. Furi stared at the beautiful naked man and couldn’t stop his own grin from stretching across his face. Imagining all six of them in bed would be way too overwhelming for him, but it made one hell of a visual fantasy.
“Don’t even think about it,” Syn growled.
“You’re gonna replace that panel, fuck face,” God said slamming the back door.
“You got it boss. However, I have a problem and there’s something more important that I need handled first.” Syn suddenly looked serious. The others turned serious as well.
“Anything,” Day spoke up first.
“Name it,” Johnson chimed in. Folding his large arms over his ample chest, listening intently.
Wow. If one has a problem, they all have a problem. Each one ready to join in and take the other's situation on themselves. Exquisite valor.
“The protective order for Furious was denied by Magistrate Henley. Furi is still being stalked and threatened. I’m not underestimating this guy, Day. After the beat down I gave him, he’s still trying to make a move. He’s been watching Furi’s work place and trying to catch him alone. I’m trying to do what’s right and follow the chain of command. I need to protect Furi and my job. If he touches Furi, I’ll find him and I’ll kill him.”
Furi shivered at Syn’s directness and intensity. He felt Syn squeeze him tighter, like he couldn’t bear the thought of losing him.
“Alright. First of all, don’t do anything rash. I’ll call Magistrate Jones. I’m sure she’ll grant us the order. In the meantime, do you know where these guys are staying?” Day asked.
“Yeah, Jessup found them for me with the partial plate number that I gave him. They’re at the Mandarin Chateau in West Atlanta,” Syn said.
“Maybe we should pay them a visit,” Johnson said menacingly.
Furi had no doubt the guy could do just as much damage as the others. God turned to look at Johnson and Furi got a glimpse of an extremely large lion’s head tattooed on God’s back. Jesus Christ. It took up the entire left side. The mouth was open wide in mid-roar. The full bushy mane was so detailed it looked like it moved with God’s muscles. Its coloring was its most breathtaking feature; the golden-brown of the mane was mixed with streaks of black and gold. The paws were big and the claws were extended as if it was about to attack. Damn.
Furi was snapped out of the beast's trance when Syn popped him on the ass. His face flushed when he noticed everyone staring at him. “It’s beautiful artwork,” Furi admitted.
“Glad to know,” Day said. “But I asked you if your ex has approached you since he cornered you in the alley?”
“No, I’m always with my business partner or Syn. So no, I only get calls and texts,” Furi answered.
“Forward those to me ASAP. I’ll call Valerie in the morning. It’ll be handled, I promise you. Syn, in the meantime, make sure Furi has everyone’s personal cell programmed into his phone,” Day said. Furi was beginning to see why Syn thought so highly of his bosses.
“Tomorrow’s Sunday. Magistrate Jones probably won’t be in until Monday,” Syn said, the frustration clear in his tone.
“Magistrates work twenty-four hours and she covers most Sundays. So it works,” Ronowski added.
“For fuck’s sake, Ro. Go put on some goddamn clothes. The moment's over, man,” Syn grated out.
Everyone laughed as Syn and Furi got up to leave. Ronowski was slinking out of the room, walking backwards with his hand over his junk.
God clasped Syn on his shoulder. “You are not to try to handle this on your own. You got that?”
Syn stared for several seconds, neither man looking away. “I got it,” Syn finally spoke. Furi let loose a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. Damn, there was a shitload of testosterone in this room.
Syn turned to his other Lieutenant. “Thanks Day.”
“I’ll call you tomorrow when it’s in effect,” Day answered.
Furi shook Day’s hand and voiced his own gratitude as Syn led him to the back door. “We’ll just leave the way we came in.” Syn was back to teasing his bosses.
“You have a really nice kitchen,” Furi added.
Day threw a potholder at him. “Get the fuck out.”
“Next time knock,” God barked after them.
“Ditto,” Syn yelled back, halfway out the door.
‘Dare I Say This is Love’
Syn’s hands were everywhere when he opened the door and they fell into the apartment. Furi was rough and demanding as usual, but it was multiplied exponentially. Furi kicked the door shut and pushed Syn back against it, then slammed his taut chest into him, pinning him in place. Syn’s breath left him with an oomph when his back connected with the wood of the door.
Syn laughed roughly against Furi’s neck while he ate at his throat. “I hope it wasn’t seeing God half naked that has you this worked up.”
Furi pulled back and looked at him with complete solemnity before speaking in a rough voice, “You have me worked up ... you. You make me fuckin’ crazy. That shit you did tonight was reckless. You had me scared shitless for a while.”
Furi stopped talking and took Syn’s face in his hands and licked a slow path across his scratchy cheek. “And you’re about to pay for that, baby.” Furi spun Syn around and pushed his chest against the door.
“Furious,” Syn groaned when he felt his sweater being roughly yanked over his head. Furi’s hand pressed hard into the center of his back, keeping him pinned against the front door. “Yes, punish me.”
Syn froze when Furi’s assault on his body stopped immediately after he said that. Oh no.
Furi’s hair was brushing against Syn’s face as he leaned in to whisper in his ear, “You ever been handcuffed, Sergeant? Restrained.”
Syn shivered, his cock leaking in his tight jeans. “Oh fuck.”
“Don’t fuckin’ move.” Furi ground himself against Syn’s ass for a few seconds, and then he was gone.
Hurry. Syn heard the telltale sound of his steel cuffs being removed from the inside pocket of his leather jacket on the floor. Syn held completely still while his cock twitched with each chime of the metal cuffs. The anticipation was torture and Furi took his time coming back to him. But, when he finally did, Syn wasn’t prepared for Furi’s aggression. One of his arms was yanked behind his back and Syn quickly felt the cool metal clamp around his wrist. Syn’s face and shoulder were pressed against the solid wood while his other arm was gripped and twisted behind him to join the other hand. Furi clamped the second cuff over his other wrist, tight enough that he felt restrained but not so tight that he couldn’t enjoy every second of this.
Syn’s hands were level with Furi’s groin and he couldn’t help but caress the nice-sized bulge in Furi's pants. Furi stepped back and Syn groaned. He’d only be able to touch what Furi allowed him to. “You liked me all nervous tonight, Syn? You liked it when I was crouching down next to you in the dark while you broke into someone’s home?” Syn heard Furi unbuckling his pants and the sound of his zipper could barely be heard over his own panting. “You liked scaring me tonight?” Furi’s voice sounded calm, like a merciless man who would soon have his revenge.
“I wasn’t trying to scare you,” Syn confessed just above a whisper.
“I don’t believe you,” Furi snapped in his ear. In one swift motion Furi wrenched Syn’s pants and briefs down to his ankles, his cock springing free and slapping against his abs. Holy fuck. “I think you enjoyed it. Having me in your element was a turn on for you I get that. But you’re in my domain now, Corbin. And believe me when I say I’m really going to get off on this.”
Syn had no time to react: he was spun around again and slammed back against the door, his hands trapped behind him. He looked straight into Furi’s dark eyes and knew he was in delicious trouble. “Gonna watch every expression that crosses your face while I fuck you.”
Syn was naked except for his pants and underwear bunched up around his ankles. Furi had removed his own shirt at some point and his jeans were unzipped, just the glistening head of his cock peeking out from its foreskin. Syn found himself wanting another taste of the intense man. Furi was doing just what he said, watching him.
Furi gripped Syn’s cock and set up a ridiculously rapid and brutal pace right off the bat.
“Augh. Fuck! Fuck!” Syn yelled, his knees giving out as he fell forward, his forehead landing on Furi’s left pec. “Shit! Too much! Too much!”
Furi pressed his upper body into him, forcing him back up against the door. “Uh huh. Thought I was going to go slow with you, didn’t you? You think you deserve slow and sweet tonight?” Furi pumped Syn’s cock so fast his vision became distorted. Furi’s fingers flew up and down his rigid length in a blur. He wasn’t going to last long at all. Syn’s eyes were clenched shut so tight they hurt. His forehead was creased and every muscle in his body was tense from the overwhelming sensual attack shattering his thoughts and body.
Syn’s body slumped against his lover. His eyes rolled back as he buried his face and growled against Furi’s neck. He bit Furi at the juncture of his shoulder before he could think better of it. Furi kept up the brutal pace on his cock but took his other hand and slammed Syn back against the door.
“Biting, baby?” Furi grinned mischievously. “Trying to hurt me?”
Syn could only shake his head. He really hadn’t meant to bite Furi. But he could see his teeth marks in the man’s shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he huffed. Syn’s face was still furrowed with the intensity of the pleasure, since Furi’s fist hadn’t stopped moving on his cock. He couldn’t think of anything else to say. His brain was slowly leaking out with the pre-come from his dick. Furi knew what he was doing to him; there was no way Syn could be held responsible for his actions right now.
“You need something in your mouth to make you behave,” Furi whispered against his parted lips. Syn’s cock leaked some more. He would need to have his fucking carpet cleaned after this. Furi's cock was leaking as well and he knew the man had to be as turned on as he was. “My cock would look beautiful being shoved down your throat right now, but we’ll wait on that. This’ll have to do in a pinch.”
Syn didn’t get a chance to figure out what that meant before Furi’s index finger was shoved into his mouth. Syn was bewildered at how Furi could be working his cock fast in his tight fist but slowly fucking his mouth with his finger. Syn licked and lapped at the long digit, his hole clenching at the anticipation of Furi putting that finger inside him.
Syn let loose a strangled moan. “I’m gonna come ... can’t take much more,” he damn near whined. He didn’t fucking care. Furi was working him over like nothing he’d ever felt. An orgasm was coming on that was surely going to bring him to his knees. He could feel the burning in his spine, the stirring in his balls as they drew up close to him.
Furi looked dead at him, his face a serious mask of concentration. His upper lip went up into a mean but somehow sexy-as-fuck snarl as he kicked Syn’s legs apart in a move similar to what an officer would use. Syn’s wide stance had him open enough to take what Furi was going to do next. Syn was still sucking on Furi’s finger like it was a cock when Furi removed it and quickly brought it around to his ass. He only had to take his hand off Syn’s cock for a second to pull apart one side of his ass and rub his slick finger quickly up and down that taut bud, heating up the tight skin around it before pushing his finger in fast and not stopping until his palm was against his ass.
“Jesus, fuck!” Syn yelled out and went up on his toes at the fast, rough intrusion. Oh fuck yeah. Damn. When the hell did Syn start being so turned on by a little pain? Had he always liked it rough? He could never be rough with the women he'd had. There’d never been anyone to handle him. So honestly, he never knew. Augh. Thank you baby. If Syn didn’t live another day after tonight, it’d be okay. This experience was one to go out on.
“Not gonna be gentle today, Syn. You deserve everything that you’re gonna get tonight. But you can’t fool me love. I know how much you like it when it hurts.” Furi kissed away the moans that Syn released into the air between them.
“Make it hurt. Make me feel it. Need to feel it. Hurt me,” Syn chanted almost to himself. He was in some kind of free-floating, pre-orgasmic subconscious state. Furi pumped his finger in and out of his pulsing hole with the same wild timing he was using on his dick and Syn lost it. The double assault – something filling him and jerking his cock was devastating. His orgasm crashed to the surface like a bullet readying in the chamber, but the bastard held him there in its clutches, almost like Furi ordered it to wait just a little longer.
Furi concentrated on the head of his almost purple cock. Fuck he was ready to shoot. Short, quick, slick strokes over the ridge of the head, squeezing and twisting every couple of times while simultaneously pegging the gland deep inside him. “Fuck.” Syn pumped his hips hard. It felt so wild not being able to brace his hands on anything when he was about to come. There was nothing to squeeze. He couldn’t shove his fist inside of his mouth to muffle the shout. There was nothing to do accept bare his expression to the man who wanted nothing more in the world than to see every second of his release play across his face. And he was just about to see it. Syn was getting so close to coming and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
“That’s it. Fucking look at you.” Furi reared back to get a better look. The finger in Syn’s ass slammed inside one final time and Furi shook it so fast it felt like a vibration against his gland and he didn’t stop until Syn started yelling loud enough to wake the neighbors two floors below him. The first jet sent Syn crashing down to his knees and Furi went with him, never breaking stride.
“That’s right, Syn. Come all over me,” Furi groaned. With each jerk of his fist he pumped more come from his cock. Syn fell forward, all of his upper body weight bearing down on Furi. He was a puddle of languorous ooze in his lover’s arms. Syn nuzzled his head in Furi’s thick hair and panted through the rest of his orgasm. He twitched and jerked while Furi calmed his frantic pace and lazily worked Syn’s opening.
“Fuck feels good,” Syn groaned, slowly rotating his ass on Furi’s finger.
Furi knew that Syn thought the pace was going to go from chaotic to serene now that he’d made him come, but he was terribly mistaken. Furi moved off to the side and wrapped his arm around Syn’s broad chest to lower him to the carpet since his hands were still secured behind him. Fuck, he looked good enough to lick all over. Naked and submissive, completely under Furi’s control. Furi wasn’t into BDSM but he did know how to give his lover that euphoric feeling of being taken over sexually. More people than would admit it craved that relaxed, worry-free moment in bed and just needed a selfless partner to give it to them.
Furi finally pulled his finger free of that warm channel to fully remove Syn’s boots and jeans so he could finish his man off properly. Although Syn was new to relationships Furi had no doubt he could keep him spellbound indefinitely. He would show the gorgeous specimen stretched out beneath him how beautiful it is to be a gay man in a committed relationship. He’d hoped the scene tonight at God and Day’s didn’t dissuade him. Furi didn’t need any more cocks in bed with them. While it could be fun, not all gay men played with other couples. One man was enough for Furi. Syn was man enough for Furi. He’d show him every day if he’d let him. Syn would be able to trust him with his heart and his body, knowing there was no way he’d hurt him. And he secretly hoped Syn felt the same way.
“Furi,” Syn moaned, still sounding sedated.
Furi let Syn’s chest rest on the carpet but he grabbed his hips with both hands and yanked him up to his knees. Syn grunted hard, but it quickly turned to a sexy whimper when Furi’s warm tongue began lapping at his stretched hole. Laving and swirling his tongue around the pliant skin before delving in for a more thorough taste.
“Ahhh. Fuck. Fuck, yeah,” Syn moaned. “Mmmm. Furi what you do to me.”
Goddamnit this man would be Furi’s ruin. Everything about him was so fucking sexy. The way he moaned. The way he cried out to him. The way he responded to him. And most of all the way he tasted to him. All musk and leather with just a hint of Irish Spring, which he now knew was Syn’s favorite soap.
Syn reached into the drawer of the coffee table and pulled out a condom and fresh bottle of lube he’d stashed in there before he left yesterday. Always good to be prepared, he’d thought.
Furi rolled on the tight latex while never taking his eyes of Syn’s hips. They moved in a simulation of being fucked. His man knew it was coming. Furi was glad that Syn was practically face down, so he couldn’t see the self-satisfied look on his face. Furi popped the cap on the new bottle of lube and saw Syn’s body jump at the sound. He reached up and smoothed his hand down Syn’s spine. His fingertips trailed over each vertebra, loving the chills that wracked Syn’s strong body.
