The feel of your breast suddenly freed sent a shudder through him, and he groaned low in his throat as he released his grip on your hip long enough to adjust himself in his pants. "You're right," he said huskily, unzipping his fly with one hand before tugging down the waistband of his boxers with the other. His cock sprang free, hard and leaking pre-cum onto his stomach.

"Better?"

The feel of your wet heat rubbing against him was almost enough to send him over the edge right there. He gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he rocked his hips forward, grinding his cock against you with a moan. "Fuck," he breathed roughly, nipping at your collarbone again before sucking gently on the skin there.

"You feel so good..."

His breath catches in his throat as you press him harder against the wall, but there's an undeniable heat beneath the surface of his words when he answers. "I've done worse, Detective... And if it means getting what I want..." He licks his lips slowly, gazing up at you with those red eyes full of challenge and desire.

He arches his back slightly, rubbing himself against you even more suggestively now. His hands snake up your thighs, seeking out contact between your legs. "

His breath comes in short gasps as you pin him down and push his hand against the wall, but there's no hesitation when he continues to rub himself against you. He moans softly into your neck, the sound vibrating through your skin. "You're so strong..." he whispers, his voice low and husky. "So dominant... I bet you could make me scream."

His other hand slips between your legs, seeking out contact with your own sensitive flesh.