Lewis’ POV

Wind blows through the window, clearing the hot air inside long enough for me to get my first real breath since the last. I watch dully as it forces a loose twig on the road to skirt a couple of inches forth before it’s gone, and everything falls quiet again.

Not entirely quiet though, because I can hear the crickets chirping.

Crickets. Crickets in the day.
That’s how empty this road is and how far out of town I am.

I scoff as I glance down the empty concrete stretching out at either side of me—still nothing.

No wonder the recruits slumped and gripped every time stations were doled out, and they were given the same patch at the edge of town. It’s boring, hot, and even though I’ve just finished my second bottle of water, I’m already thirsty.

Perks of being captain, though. I haven’t been posted here in years, and I don’t plan to come back again, office-flu be damned.

I thought I was setting an example by taking the post nobody wanted this morning during check-in, since nothing really went on in our town for me to be needed in the station, but that had been a moment of weakness.

Never again. I’m taking the churning A/C unit in my office over this any day.

I shift in my seat, letting my fingers tap along the open window seal while I peer out at the naked landscape. There’s not much, grass and trees, and other than the bushes hiding me, it’s pretty open. 

It’s the perfect stretch to pick up some speed if you’re heading out of town—my venus flytrap.

Minutes tick by slowly with nothing but the crickets and hot air, and then— 

There’s a cloud of dust stirring in the distance, one that hadn’t been there a moment ago.

I glance at the dashboard, and yeah, my speed radar is primed and ready.

The sound comes next— a roaring engine that might as well be an alarm to notify all cops that some dumbass wants attention for driving too fast. This one rings it loudly as they gun it down the street in a sleek black Challenger I’d know anywhere.

My heart skips a beat as I reach for my keys, turning on the engine before I hastily buckle in.

I don’t even check the meter as the Challenger flies past me, kicking up a whirl of dust and pebbles with it. It’s chasing wind shoves against my car as I stamp down on the gas and swing out of my hiding spot behind the bushes and onto the road.

I straighten in my lane, watching the beast speed off. I press down on the gas and keep it there as I give chase.

We fly down the two-lane empty road, the Challenger looking like he’s about to go for it until I set my sirens off.

It slows noticeably, and I blow out a breath of relief.

The car peels to the side, and I’m right behind it when it does. I can’t see anything through the tinted windows, but the driver stays put, no sudden movements, and they’ve turned their emergency lights on.

Pulling up my hand brake, I set my hands on the wheels and give myself a moment to get my breathing under control. It takes a moment, but when it slows enough that I feel calm and look it too, I switch the engine off and get out of the car.

The driver’s already got their window down by the time I stride over, and I spot two rows of perfect teeth in the mirror before I stop at its side and face the all-too-familiar smile for myself.

“Captain,” Antonio greets as he grins up at me, his ever-present toothpick fixed between his teeth. “Fancy seeing you here.”

I stifle a sigh.

Antonio Dena. First-born son to Nicolai Dena, and the biggest pain in my ass.

The Denas used to run this town and the one over— a mob family that saw potential in using this tiny corner of nothing as a good trading post. But that had been two generations ago, before one Dena decided to set them straight.

Now, they’ve got their fingers in every pie in town as landowners, and it’s all by the books. Allegedly. There’s nothing to prove otherwise, even if they still travel in packs—usually, but other than the odd speeding ticket, they don’t cause trouble.

Well, most don’t. Antonio is a different situation entirely.

“Sir, are you aware that you were breaking the speed limit?” I ask as I pull my small notepad from my back pocket.

Antonio pauses, stiffening for a moment as if he thought I’d just let him go, but he recovers quickly. He sinks his large body back into his leather seat and lets his smile grow wider as he leans closer to the window.

“Unfortunately not,” he replies, his dark brown eyes gleaming. They’re almost dark enough to be black, like his jet-black hair that the heat has unravelled from its usual slicked-back do, but it’s only a trick of the sunlight. “I was in a rush.”

“A rush?” I ask as I raise a brow.

“A rush,” Antonio replies as the toothpick shifts slowly to the corner of his mouth. “I got a lunch date.”

“Out of town?” I challenge, and he chuckles.

“I can be romantic,” he retorts, and it’s my turn to chuckle. “What? Don’t think so?”

“That’s none of my business, Dena,” I reply before I unfold my fingers. “License and registration.”

Antonio’s smile remains where it is, and so does his gaze as he reaches blindly for his dashboard. While his fingers search, his eyes rake over me, not bothering to be subtle. My body warms, and it’s not because of the sun beating down on me.

I swallow, struggling to remain still under Antonio’s invasive gaze.

By the time he hands his papers over, there’s a bead of sweat that’s gathered above my brow. I wipe it away before he can see it and focus on my work. I jot his details down while I walk towards the back of the car to make sure they match.

I take my time so I can ease my racing heart, but no amount of deep breaths can stop its march.

When I return to the window, Antonio is as I left him, smile and all. It would be annoying if it weren’t so nice, but I ignore that niggling thought as I peer inside the window, spotting a soda and a cold beer.

I take a step back. “Please, step out of the vehicle.”

Antonio follows my gaze and laughs as he lets his head fall against the cushion. “You can not be serious.”

“Oh, but I am.”

“It’s capped,” he snipes, dark eyes snapping to mine.

“I’m aware,” I promise before I snap my fingers. “Out.”

Dark eyes harden under long lashes, a flare of something greater than annoyance flashing through them before reluctant compliance.

Antonio pops the door open and steps out slowly, but he might as well be stepping out of a portal with how much he stands out.

It’s not like he’s the only one who wears suits in this town— we’re not that tucked away, but this is no ordinary suit. It’s a fitted beauty that you can’t just buy off any rack. 

It’s black, pin-stripe, but the thin, white lines are so subtle that you’d miss them far away. Inside, he wears a burgundy shirt that opens at his chest, revealing a portion of his tanned skin and the hair that covers it.

I lick my lips.

“Have you lost something, Captain?” Antonio asks, forcing my eyes back up to his. That ever-present smirk waits, and I thank God that my beard hides the blood that rushes into my face. “A blush too? What have I done to get this lucky?”

“Other side,” I instruct as I circle the car so that we’re not standing in the road.

I basically stomp over, but he follows me leisurely, joining me on the shoulder with that infuriating smirk on his face. He takes his time saddling up to me, enjoying every moment as he spits out his toothpick before a chuckle slips from his lips.

“Are we still playing pretend or—”

I fist two bundles of burgundy and haul him to me so I can slam my lips against his. The second his lips touch mine, I unravel— melting like I’m ice on the tarmac as my body feeds on its favourite treat.

Antonio’s arms wrap around me, hauling me in with practised ease as he tilts his head and parts those perfect lips. I kiss into his mouth, tasting and taking while his papers fall, but neither of us cares.

Antonio turns me without our lips parting and slams me into the door. I gasp, and that’s all I get before his tongue is in my mouth, delving in for more. I don’t bother being tight-lipped, I never have, not with him.

I give him everything as he shifts a leg between my thighs for me, and I moan as I grind down on it.

“You missed lunch,” he accuses between bruising kisses.

“Change…of…plans,” I pant against his lips as I slide my hands into his hair and grip tighter. “Left… phone…office….sorry.”

Antonio groans, kissing me once more before he pulls away to look at me. The sun shines right down on him, and without the roof of his car to shade him, those eyes are a beautiful, golden brown that I get lost in.

“I do not forgive you,” he replies as he thumbs my bottom lip. He licks his before gruffly mumbling, “You gotta make it up for me.”

I stiffen. “Antonio…”

He clicks his tongue before I can finish. “You made me come out here for you,” he reminds as his thumb dips between his lips. “I’m leaving here with something, love.”

I search his eyes, not believing him at first, but there’s that look in his eyes.

The same one he had when he saddled up to my car when I was on a patrol and asked for my number. The same one he wore every day after, while he chased me until I gave in and agreed to a date. And the same one he had, this time paired with nerves and tears, when he got down on one knee.

I sigh, and he’s already kissing my neck as he opens the back door at our side. “Don’t worry. You’ll be quick.”

“Shut up,” I groan, my face and neck burning, but I can’t say anything else cause he’s right.

“On your back,” he instructs, and I don’t argue as I lie down.

I look around, but there’s not much of the road I can see from here.

I have my walkie on me, so if anything happens or anyone needs a check-in, I’ll hear it, but I doubt they will. The town and this road have been dead all day. The odds of someone catching us are slim to none, but that doesn’t settle my racing heart because it’s not completely zero, and I don’t wear this badge for fun.

Antonio crawls after me, but only enough so that he can curl his fingers over my waistband while I hastily undo my belt. He kisses me softly, teasing me with what I really want before he crawls back, tugging my pants down as I lift my hips.

He drags me down after him so that my ass is hanging off the edge of his back seat, and groans as he shoves my legs up to my chest.

“Fuck me,” he rumbles while my heart thunders against my chest. “It’s still a wreck.”

My hole clenches and I struggle to stifle my moan as Antonio pushes my thighs back further. I cling to them, knowing this dance too well to need instruction, and he grunts his pleasure before he carefully peels my cock from between my legs.

“God,” I groan as I twitch in his rough fingers. I’m already leaking, and it only worsens as he begins to stroke me, his rushed breaths fanning against my balls. “Antonio!”

“Cazzo (fuck),” Antonio groans as he tightens his grip, stroking me quickly before his mouth dips and his tongue strokes over my abused hole.

I groan as pleasure assails me, blurring my mind and my vision as Antonio wakes my body. My hole twitches against his tongue as he licks me, tender now after what he’d done to me this morning.

I’m overly sensitive, already shuddering as he strokes and licks, moving fluidly to nudge me to the edge that I’m already too near.

“Here you go,” I hear the words distantly before Antonio’s lips wrap around my tip, making me cry out as my hips arch up.

Antonio uses the angle to slip a finger inside, and I see stars. My eyes cross as he nudges inside me, teasing my sensitive rim with shallow strokes while he sucks my leaking cock.

“Oh God! Agh… oh God!” I groan as he circles my tip with his tongue and tightens his lips.

I let my legs fall, scrambling to set them down on something solid so that I can ride his finger and fuck his mouth. Antonio groans his pleasure as he takes it, sliding a hand under my ass, forcing me deeper, and I know I won’t last much longer.

“I’m… Antonio, God help me!” I moan as my balls tighten and my cock twitches between his lips. It’s already going to be good, I’m already shaking, but then he shoves another finger in and I’m spilling all over his tongue. “Oh fuckkk!”

Antonio groans around me as he sucks, milking every drop while he strokes my insides. I’m still cumming, still emptying myself on his tongue, and he takes it all, as greedy as ever.

By the time it passes, I’m sweating and dazed, too weak to do anything other than slump where I am.

“God, you’re a beauty,” Antonio purrs once he comes up for air. “And I got a curse out of you. I must’ve been good.”

“Amazing,” I correct, and he chuckles before his fingers stroke over my hole. I shudder, shifting away, but he shushes me with a kiss.

“I know,” he whispers before he works my pants back under my hips.

“I hope no one paged me,” I mutter breathlessly while he redresses me. I glance down through half-opened eyes to meet his dilated ones, “I didn’t hear a thing.”

Chuckling, Antonio pecks my lips before he pulls me up as he gets out of the car. He means to get me back on my feet, but I slip through his fingers and slide to my knees instead.

My knees protest, but I ignore the slight ache of the gravel as I steady myself with his strong thighs. I’ll be damned if today is the day I can’t give my man a blowjob on my knees.

“Lewis, what are you doing?” Antonio asks, and I have to laugh because he just got me off in the back of his car, but I dare to do the same, and he’s scandalised.

“Returning the favour,” I reply as I reach for his belt, but his hands slide over mine.

I flick my eyes up, studying my husband’s black eyes while his hard cock presses against my wrist. His lips are still shiny and swollen, and there’s a flushed look on his face that I want to stare at forever, but we’re on a ticking clock here.

“Are you really going to say no…” I ask, leaning in just enough to let my teeth graze over his cock. He hisses and I smile against him, “…cuore mio (my heart).”

Cursing up a storm that will make his mother wring his ears, Antonio loosens his grip and hastily looks around. He’s a vision— strong muscles, handsome, clean-shaven face and those eyes.

Those damn eyes. When they land on me again, I make sure to hold them as I get his cock out of his slacks and into my hands.

I groan the moment the heavy length slides into my palms. It’s already slick, wet with his precum and curved up to his stomach. That curved head against my prostate is what usually turns me into a simmering mess, but for now, it’s what’s going to strain my throat as he nudges the back of it.

“You can not blame me,” Antonio grumbles as he watches me stroke him, his chest already working double time. “If anything happens… I’m not to blame.”

“Don’t worry,” I mumble against his tip as I lick it clean, smiling when he moans. “You’ll be quick.”

“Shut— fuckkkk!” Antonio groans as I swallow him down, taking him to the back of my throat without preamble. “Lewis!”

I hum around him as I slowly pull off, stroking the inches I leave behind with my fist before I take him to the back of my throat again. The pressure is familiar and grounding, and I feel my cock twitching in an effort to go again, but I ignore it for now.

I may not like sucking cock as much as Antonio did, but I loved every part of him, and loved bringing him pleasure more. Anything involving Antonio was a sure way to turn me on.

“Good Lord, that mouth,” he groans as he leans against the car, spreading an arm out to steady him while he watches me work his length with all his favourite tricks. I lick him while I suck him, twist my lips around his head and hum around his length. Panting, his cock twitches in my mouth and I swallow around him as we both groan. 

“I won’t last,” he warns.

That is a shame, but this isn’t the time to drag anything out, so I speed up my fist and tighten my lips, giving him all the love and attention he did for me.

Antonio moans, clutching his car while his hips work, fucking into my mouth. I slide my free hand up and down his thigh, teasing him with touches that I know undo him, and it’s not long before a hand is in my hair and he’s thrusting wildly.

I relax my throat, giving in to him as I look up at him.

He’s a wild man now. Gone is the suave smile, the perfect clothes, and hair. He’s a mess, worked up and desperate, just the way he makes me.

“Lewis!” He calls, and then he’s cumming.

It hits the back of my throat, making me gag, but he’s too deep for me to do anything but swallow. He floods my mouth, hips twitching, and I hold him steady as I swallow again and again until there’s nothing left, and my stomach is warm with his cum.

He pulls back slowly, heaving as he does, and I’m no better by the time he slips past my lips. I suck in a desperate lungful, choking a little as I wipe my lips, but before I can steady myself, Antonio hauls me up and claims my mouth for a taste.

We moan, melting against one another as I crowd him against the car and he brings me even closer. The kiss is uncontrolled at first, just breathless and desperate, but then it slows like our raging hearts into slow, tender pecks that are made up of matching smiles.

“I can not believe you did that,” he rumbles against my lips.

“Yes, you can,” I reply, and I taste his laugh while he tucks himself back into his pants.

For as long as I could remember, everyone in town saw me as a private, quiet man who only cared about a good cup of coffee and following the rules, and they weren’t wrong, but there was more.

I had interests, things that annoyed me and excited me, and things I wanted from life. Antonio knew that because he had been the only one who cared enough to look for it. And it hadn’t started when we were grown adults.

It started way before that, I just never realised he was watching.

“I’m sorry I missed lunch,” I say while he fixes my hair. “I told Harper over the coms to tell you for me.”

Antonio pauses, his expression confused, before his lips form into an ‘o’ and he laughs. “So that is who was trying to call me.”

“You didn’t answer?”

“I’m a married man, my love,” he retorts as that smirk returns. “I do not answer numbers I don’t know.”

Despite myself, my heart flips, and Antonio chuckles, somehow sensing it. I bend to collect his papers and licence, ignoring his outstretched hand as I walk past him.

“Are you seriously writing me up?” He calls after me. “Seriously?”

“The law is the law,” I murmur as I circle the car.

“Lewis!” He gasps, and my lips twitch. I smooth it out by the time I open his front door and turn to face him.

“Off you go,” I say lazily, back to being captain.

Antonio scowls and gets into the car. I close the door after him and hand him back his documents. He takes it, still scowling, before he reaches into the back seat. He passes me a plastic bag with a container inside, and I have to fight my moan the second I smell Jessie’s famous chicken.

“Lunch,” he states angrily as he hands over the soda.

“Thank you, baby,” I say with a true smile as I lean over the roof of his car. “I’ll have your ticket ready by the time you get home.”

“You know—” I press my lips to his, kissing him one more time.

I’m as careful as he is with me, loving too, and try as he might, I feel him melt against my lips before he reaches up through the window to haul me closer.

My heart beats with his, a slave to this man who owned me like no other.

When we part, he doesn’t let me move an inch until he murmurs. “…I love you.”

“I love you too,” I kiss him again, “now go, before I write you up for loitering too.”

“Dolore nel mio culo (pain in my ass),” he sneers, and I chuckle as I back up.

“You picked me,” I remind him while he starts his engine.

“And I’ll never regret it,” he replies with a wink before he speeds off.

I watch him fly up the road before he makes a dramatic U-turn in the middle of the street, and then he’s coming back. The wind and dust swirl after him as he sails past me with a honk.

I smile as I watch his taillights disappear, and only when he’s out of sight do I make my way back to my car.

It’s quiet again, though try as I might to hear them, there are no more crickets.

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New obsession – unlocked

Thoughts??????

It’s not often I get the urge to write one shots, but tonight I did and I was like ahhh what the heck. I’m so glad I did it cause how cute was this?!??!

So far, my one shots have been a lil crazy, but this was so wholesome like what do you mean the police captain is married to some mafia guy looool. Not really mafia though. I had to tweak it cause personally mafia stories annoy me ANYWAY I love them.

This is so damn cute – Lewis and Antonio, I love you now!! I don’t care if you didn’t exist 5 hours ago loool.

I hope yall enjoyed some fun!

Love you all,
Tippy