Chapter 88: Cuffed and Stuffed by the Alpha Cop -2

Chapter 2

Rooker Veldt returned to the holding cell three hours after midnight. He carried the official interview folder under one arm and kept his face blank.

The corridor lights hummed. Tavian’s scent already flooded the hallway, thick and sweet and deliberately strong. Rooker stopped outside the bars and unlocked the door without speaking.

Tavian sat on the edge of the bunk with his cuffed hands resting between his spread knees. He looked up and smiled the same bright smile from earlier.

"I knew you would come back. You lasted longer than I expected."

Rooker stepped inside and closed the door behind him. The lock clicked. The full force of the Omega pheromones hit him at once. His cock stirred hard inside his pants before he could stop it. He kept his voice flat.

"This is a continuation of the formal interview. You will give me the names of the buyers from the last three jobs."

Tavian tilted his head. "I will give you every name you want. First you let me help you with that." He nodded toward the clear outline of Rooker’s cock.

"You walked around hard all evening. I can smell it on you. Come closer."

Rooker stayed near the door. "Start talking. Names first."

Tavian stood and walked forward until only a short space separated them. He kept the smile in place.

"You can stay cold if you need to. I like the sound of it. Just listen while I tell you what I did after you left. I stretched out on this bunk and pushed my hand down my pants. I was already wet from talking to you. I worked two fingers inside myself and pretended they were yours. I kept saying your name while I fucked myself open. I came twice thinking about your knot locking inside me. The camera saw all of it. Did you watch the feed?"

Rooker’s jaw tightened. He opened the folder and stared at the first page. "The network that moved the sculptures. Give me the contact."

Tavian stepped closer until their chests almost touched. His scent rolled over Rooker in a heavy wave.

"His name is Larken. He works out of the old docks. I will tell you the rest after you put your hand on me. You already want to. Your cock is leaking. I can smell that too."

Rooker did not move back. Tavian lifted his cuffed hands and brushed his wrist against Rooker’s forearm as he reached past him toward the water bottle on the shelf.

The touch lasted only a second, but the contact burned. Tavian spoke softly near Rooker’s ear.

"That night on the bridge two years ago, when you almost grabbed my ankle, I spent the whole escape thinking about what would have happened if you caught me. I imagined you dragging me under the support beams and ripping my clothes open. I wanted you to shove me to my knees on the wet ground and feed me your cock until I choked. Then I wanted you to turn me around and push inside me raw. I wanted to feel every inch while the cars drove over us. I came in my fist later with three fingers buried in my ass and your name on my tongue."

Rooker’s breathing grew heavier. He still held the folder, but his free hand stayed at his side. Tavian guided that hand with both of his cuffed ones.

He pressed Rooker’s palm flat against the front of the thin prison pants. The fabric was already damp. Tavian’s cock twitched under the touch.

"Feel that," Tavian said. "That is all for you. I have been hard since you left. Move your hand lower. Feel how wet I am."

Rooker let his hand stay. His fingers pressed against the heat and the slick that had soaked through the cloth. Tavian made a low sound of pleasure and rocked forward into the contact.

"That is it," Tavian said. "You do not have to speak. Just keep your hand there while I talk. The warehouse job last winter, when you kicked the door in, I hid in the rafters and watched you. I had my cock in my hand the entire time. I stroked myself slow and imagined you finding me up there. I wanted you to pull me down, bend me over a crate, and force your knot into me while I was still half dressed. I wanted you to hold me by the hair and tell me I was finally caught. I came so hard I almost fell. The scent of it must have been all over that place. Did you smell me when you searched?"

Rooker’s fingers moved on their own. He rubbed along the hard length through the fabric, then pressed lower between Tavian’s legs. Slick coated his fingertips. Tavian exhaled shakily and spread his stance wider.

"Yes," Tavian said. "Just like that. Push harder. You can feel everything through these pants. I have imagined your fingers inside me for years. Do it now. Pull the waistband down and put them in. I will stay quiet for the names after you make me come."

Rooker dropped the folder. It hit the floor. He shoved his hand down the front of Tavian’s pants and wrapped his fingers around the wet cock first. Tavian thrust into the grip with a soft laugh.

"That feels good," Tavian said. "Stroke me while I keep talking. The night you almost had me in the train yard, I lay in an empty car afterward and opened myself with four fingers. I kept picturing your knot. I thought about how thick it would be when it swelled and locked behind my rim. I thought about the way you would grind it against my prostate and force more slick out of me. I came three times and still felt empty. Put your fingers in me now, Rooker. I need them."

Rooker pushed the pants lower with his other hand. He slid two fingers between Tavian’s cheeks and found the soaked entrance. He pressed inside without warning. Tavian’s body clenched around the intrusion and then opened for him. More slick ran down Rooker’s wrist.

Tavian’s voice stayed bright even as it roughened. "Fuck. That is better than I imagined. Add another. Stretch me the way your cock will. I used to lie awake in every safe house and fuck myself with whatever I could find while I thought about this exact moment. Your fingers. Your scent. Your control breaking. Keep going. Curl them and find the spot that makes me shake."

Rooker added a third finger and thrust them deep. He worked them in a steady rhythm while his other hand stroked Tavian’s cock.

The wet sounds filled the small cell. Tavian’s hips moved to meet every push. His scent spiked higher with every second.

"You feel so good inside me," Tavian said. "I am going to come on your hand. Then I want you to put me on my knees and let me taste you. I have dreamed about sucking your cock since the first time I saw you. I want to feel the weight of it on my tongue. I want to choke on it until your knot starts to swell. Let me. Please. I will give you every name after. Just let me have your cock in my mouth for a few minutes."

Rooker’s fingers drove deeper. He rubbed hard over the sensitive place inside Tavian and felt the Omega’s whole body tighten.

Tavian came with a sharp breath, spilling over Rooker’s fist and the front of the pants. Slick flooded around the fingers still buried in him. Tavian kept smiling through it, eyes half-lidded and bright.

Rooker pulled his hands free abruptly. He stepped back. His own cock strained painfully against his zipper, the head already wet. He stared at Tavian for a long moment while the Omega stood there flushed and still smiling, pants half down and thighs shining with slick.

"Interview is suspended," Rooker said. His voice sounded rough but he forced it flat again. "You will remain here. I will return in the morning for the names."

Tavian pulled the pants up with his cuffed hands and sat back on the bunk. "You will come back sooner than that. You are going to lock yourself in a bathroom and finish while you think about how wet I was for you. When you do come back I will be ready. I will get on my knees the second you open the door. I will take your cock all the way down and keep it there until you knot my throat or my ass. Your choice."

Rooker unlocked the door and stepped out. He locked it again without looking back. He walked straight to the empty staff showers at the end of the hall.

He stripped off his clothes and turned the water on cold. His cock stood rigid and dark. He wrapped his slick-covered hand around it and stroked hard.

The memory of Tavian’s heat around his fingers and the bright voice describing every filthy fantasy flooded his head. He braced one arm against the tile and fucked into his fist with short, rough thrusts.

He came hard within minutes, spilling against the wall while Tavian’s words replayed in his mind. The cold water did nothing to clear the scent still clinging to his skin.

He cleaned up, dressed again, and sat on the bench outside the showers with his head down.