Danny's Dragon

Excerpt from: Danny's Dragon

‘Danny Wong, You’re under arrest. You have the right to remain silent.’

Danny’s body tightened at the sexy male voice behind him. The mere sound made every part of his body tingle, especially his dragon. His erection already hardening against his boxers, he turned.

Officer Dave Pearce stood in the doorway of the small office, a shit-eating grin on his handsome face. His broad chest and shoulders strained against his dark blue uniform. A pair of shiny handcuffs hung from one large hand.

Danny stared at him. Arousal trilled through his body. He swallowed hard. ‘What did I do, Officer?’

Pearce’s grin quirked sideways. His blue eyes sparkled with a devil’s look. ‘An anonymous phone caller reported you carrying a concealed weapon.’ He jerked his head. ‘Stand up, Danny. Hands out.’

Heart pounding, his erection painfully tight, Danny obeyed.

Pearce came forward and clapped the cuffs on his wrists. Danny’s body turned to mush under those large hands, which now guided him to the wall.

‘Lean against the wall, Danny.’

Just being ordered around made him weak. He did so and closed his eyes. The officer’s large hands slipped under his sweater. They yanked his T-shirt from his jeans and slid up his abdomen, across his chest. Callused skin grazed his nipples which tightened immediately. Danny groaned.

‘Just a little longer, Danny,’ the officer’s sexy voice rumbled behind him. ‘Can’t have you going around campus with a loaded weapon, now, can I?’ Pearce’s hand travelled back down Danny’s stomach, and thick fingers slipped below his waistband. The pads of Pearce’s fingertips teased the skin there in dappling touches, just below his bellybutton.

Danny pulled in a breath. His body throbbed and tingled. His brain swirled. Pearce’s hot breath caressed the back of his neck, and his large, muscular body pressed close behind him. Pearce’s cock was huge…and rock hard, pressing into the crevice of Danny’s ass, even through their clothes. ‘I think I’m getting warmer, Danny.’ Pearce’s voice fell to a husky whisper. He rubbed his cock into Danny’s backside.

Danny groaned. He couldn’t help it. The handcuffs pulled, reminding him he was bound, under Pearce’s control. Pearce could do whatever he wanted to him.

Those thick, warm fingers slid lower, invaded underneath the elastic of his boxers, lower…lower. Pearce’s fingertips slid over the head of his cock. Danny groaned again and sagged back against Pearce’s broad body.

‘Oh yeah, Danny. I found it.’

Footsteps in the hall jerked Danny from his fantasy. Danny’s heartbeat sped up. It was him. Pearce.

He leaned back, away from the computer screen at which he’d been staring for the last twenty minutes during his fantasy and discreetly swivelled his desk chair, just enough to be able to watch the campus police officer pass his door on his nightly patrol of the building. Since the start of the school year last September,

Danny had gotten to know the man’s work schedule and, as time passed, had made certain he was at his desk, just for the moment’s glance he got of him each night.

The only thing he knew about him, besides the time he patrolled Stata Centre, was his name.

Pearce reached the doorway and peered in as he passed. He did that every night, giving Danny a clear view of his large blue eyes set deep in his freckled face.

He was a rugged man with a strong jaw. His cap thankfully didn’t cover all of his short-cropped reddish blond hair, and his blue uniform jacket rested evenly on his broad shoulders. Danny couldn’t even count at this point how many times he had imagined what the guy’s chest looked like underneath his blue uniform.

When he saw Danny he smiled, as if he were truly glad to see him. “Working late again, eh?”

Danny felt heat flush his cheeks, as if Pearce could see into his head, the hot fantasy he entertained nearly every night. He nodded, hunching down a bit as if the erection in his pants were poking through the zipper. “Always.”

The police officer nodded. “Same here.” A heartbeat passed in which he appeared to want to say more. “Hope it’s going well.” Danny shrugged, struggling to appear casual. If the man lingered a moment longer, his voice was going to stick in his throat and embarrass him. His eye fell on the nametag. David Pearce. “Not so much.”

Pearce smiled again. “Don’t push it.”

Danny shook his head, his heart beginning to pound. “I won’t.”

The other man remained in the doorway, giving Danny the sense he was lingering. “Just be careful leaving so late. I see you here often at this time, and I keep wanting to tell you that.”

Danny heard a protective note in the other man’s voice, which sent another tingle up his spine. One more moment, and his voice would fail him completely. “Thank you.”

Pearce nodded. “It’s my job.” He paused. “Well, I guess I should let you get back to work. Take care now.”