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The mountain road was a blur of dark gray beneath his wheels. Obi-Wan’s mind drifted for a split second, and the mountain punished him for it. Before his brain could register it, the curve in the road materialized out of the shadows, and Obi-Wan had to grab a handful of his front brake, forcing his body down low. His footpeg sparked against the asphalt, throwing a shower of sparks behind him.
His white-knuckled grimace morphed into a dark adrenaline-fueled smirk as he righted his bike square between the yellow lines. There was no way the cop was going to be able to catch him. The thought died instantly, however, when he spotted a sleek Range Rover hogging up the road leading into a bend.
Through the roar of his exhaust, Obi-Wan could hear the frantic blare of sirens behind him. They were gaining. Beautiful, lethal curves like this were designed to be sped through for the adrenaline but the law didn’t care about adrenaline. They wanted a sinner to ride like a saint. Obi-Wan could hear the sirens still back there, relentless and stubborn. Not happening.
The Range Rover cleared the bend in the road, and Obi-Wan dropped a gear, pinning the throttle, and rocketed past the SUV in a deafening blur. He laughed as he saw the rich old man in the driver’s seat throw him a mocking single-finger salute but Obi-Wan was already long gone, disappearing into the next turn.
Obi-Wan tore through the mountain, pulling off a series of lane splits until he had made enough ground that he could no longer hear the cop behind him. Confident he’d buried him, Obi-Wan slowed down on the gas until the radio silence assured him that he’d finally lost him. Persistent prick. It was probably some green rookie cop who wanted to have a dick measuring contest.
Obi-Wan’s throat was dry, his muscles aching. He was dehydrated and running on pure adrenaline. Obi-Wan passed by an isolated gravel overlook jutting out against the jagged mountain peaks. It was a pretty spot. Obi-Wan swung his bike around in a tight U-turn and cut the engine, letting the silence rush back in.
Obi-Wan unbuckled his helmet and let the wind cool his sweat-dampened hair. The afternoon sun was starting to peak through the clouds and it was a hell of a view. Obi-Wan propped his ass on the side of his bike and stretched out his aching back. He was getting too old to hit the twisties like that, and there was no doubt he’d be feeling it the next day, but Obi-Wan had no regrets.
The sharp crunch of tires on loose gravel ruined his peace.
Obi-Wan turned around, half expecting a camper, but his breath hitched in his throat. The police cruiser was parked sideways, blocking his only exit. The door of the cruiser swung open, and a towering cop stepped out of the vehicle, his eyes locked on Obi-Wan’s with the kind of lethal patience that told him he’d enjoyed the chase just as much as Obi-Wan did.
Obi-Wan straightened and pushed away his motorcycle to create some distance. Was it too late to talk his way out of this? The satisfied, dangerous energy radiating off the cop suggested that it was. The tall cop murmured a quick code into his shoulder mic, his dark eyes never leaving Obi-Wan’s. He walked over, slow and deliberate, looking infuriatingly good in his uniform.
The man sauntered over close enough that Obi-Wan could make out the sharp silver lettering on the nameplate pinned to his uniform: Skywalker. He was fit and menacing, with a broad, athletic build beneath his dark police uniform. His piercing blue eyes simmered with triumph, fixated on his hard-fought prize.
A faint, jagged scar cut clean through his right eyebrow, giving his youthful face a hardened edge. He looked like a cop that absolutely loved his job. Obi-Wan could see the thrill of the hunt on him. Deputy Skywalker’s leather gloved right hand flexed rhythmically around the grip of his duty belt, a tense, calculated habit that moved in time with his jawline twitching.
“Afternoon there, Sir,” he said, his voice low, rich, and dripping with authority. “You sure found a nice view up here. Shame I had to break three separate speed limits to see it with you.”
Obi-Wan swallowed hard. Fuck.
“That your pretty little bike over there?”
Obi-Wan gritted his teeth but didn’t bother answering as the question might as well have been rhetorical. The tone of the deputy suggested that any attempt to talk his way out of this was entirely useless.
“I’ll take that as a yes. Are you riding with anyone else today or is it just you?” Skywalker asked. “I’m asking because I’ve been chasing a reckless rider on a black sports bike all morning. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”
Obi-Wan masked his racing heart with a calm, practiced breath. He’d talked his way out of speeding tickets before. Obi-Wan tilted his head innocently, overly casual, and shrugged his shoulders like it was any other day.
“I’m afraid not, Deputy. I was riding with a group earlier but my pace just wasn’t up to their speed. I lost them a while back. If you’re looking for fast riders, I suggest getting back on the road while you can still catch up. Wouldn’t want you to get left behind.”
Deputy Skywalker hummed, a low, skeptical vibration deep in his chest. He cast a sharp glance over at Obi-Wan’s motorcycle then stepped closer up until his shadow dipped across Obi-Wan’s face. A dark smirk danced across his lips.
“Is that right? You’ve got no relation to the black Honda VFR rider speeding through here just ten minutes ago? That was somebody else?” His eyes flitted over to Obi-Wan’s machine again. It matched his description exactly.
Obi-Wan couldn’t help himself. A sardonic smirk broke across his face before he could control it, and he made the mistake of slight overconfidence in the face of authority, “No, Sir. I’m just a solo rider out here trying to enjoy the views this afternoon. I don’t look like someone who breaks the law, do I?”
Skywalker’s jaw twitched. He stepped directly into Obi-Wan’s personal space, crowding him back against the bike. “You think you’re so cute,” he said, face inches away from Obi-Wan’s. Obi-Wan nearly tripped over his bike and had to grab onto the seat to keep from falling. “I bet you’re one of those types to get off on this. Pushing the limits, risking your neck. I’d know. I used to be the same way before the state gave me a license so I can legally speed.”
Obi-Wan exhaled raggedly. Having him standing this close—the weight of his physical presence, the scent of the uniform’s grooming products and long-lasting deodorant—made a sudden shiver run down Obi-Wan’s body.
“You’re going to get yourself killed out here, you’re not careful. I’m used to seeing punk kids with a death wish out here. Something tells me you’ve never been scared straight, old man. This the most excitement you get? Having officers almost half your age chase you down to catch you and tell you off?”
Obi-Wan felt a reckless urge to prod the beast overtake him. He pitched his voice low and whispered, “You didn’t catch me. I pulled over.”
Skywalker’s eyes darkened instantly. They simmered with an intense mix of predatory intent and anger. His leather-gloved hand unclipped the black baton from his duty belt. He leaned forward, close enough that his hot breath fanned across Obi-Wan’s cheek. “Get your ass over to the cruiser,” he ordered, using the baton to bump firmly against his hip, directing him.
Obi-Wan felt his bravado melt. He’d pushed too far. He opened his mouth to say sorry to the deputy but a firm hand on his shoulder shoved him in the direction towards the car. Obi-Wan marched over to the parked cruiser, heart hammering in his chest. Why did he have to bait him like that? Obi-Wan felt like an idiot. He could get his license taken away for this.
“Put your hands on the roof of the car and spread your feet,” Skywalker barked as they reached the cruiser.
He was getting patted down like a criminal. Obi-Wan complied with the order, grabbing the warm metal of the car roof, and cursing his own stupid mouth. Skywalker’s hands were on his body patting his sides, waist, and hips. Obi-Wan let out a muffled sound at getting manhandled but Deputy Skywalker didn’t seem to care. His hands went to Obi-Wan's ass, thighs, and groin, mercilessly fondling Obi-Wan as he patted him down.
He pulled Obi-Wan back off the vehicle and unlatched the rear door, instructing Obi-Wan to stand still between the open door and the doorway. Backed in and trapped. Before Obi-Wan could question anything, Skywalker surged behind him, leaning his entire athletic build into Obi-Wan’s back.
The solid expanse of his chest pressed hard into Obi-Wan’s shoulders. His lips brushed the shell of Obi-Wan’s ear and he growled, “Think you can outrun the law? Think you’re above it?”
Obi-Wan gasped when he felt the baton pressed firmly against his ass, the hard length of it playing with the idea of spanking him. Obi-Wan felt goosebumps over his body at the thought of being spanked out on the side of a road by a deputy young enough to be his son. His face burned with the heat of humiliation.
The baton was whisked away for a moment as Obi-Wan felt his jeans being unzipped. Deputy Skywalker’s leather gloved hand slid beneath the material, fondling him as he licked the shell of his ear from behind. Obi-Wan flushed and attempted to squirm away from the sudden heat, but Skywalker shifted his weight, grinding his pelvis firmly into Obi-Wan’s ass to anchor him.
“Don’t move or I’ll cuff you,” he muttered, hands dragging deliberately across Obi-Wan’s skin.
Obi-Wan felt himself hard and leaking in his pants. The deputy’s control was absolute, and the sheer intensity of his hands on him was making it impossible for Obi-Wan to master his reactions. Skywalker’s hands drifted higher on his torso, tracing upwards to grip his chest. His thumbs applied firm teasing circles on his nipples that sent jolts straight down to Obi-Wan’s cock.
When Obi-Wan instinctively tried to drop his hands from the car’s roof, Skywalker was quick to grab the baton and strike his thigh to command his absolute obedience.
“Keep your hands on the car. I’ll spank your ass so hard you won’t be able to sit on your bike for a week,” he growled.
Obi-Wan moaned and nodded his head, quick to submit. He was caught between the hard frame of the cruiser and the overwhelming heat of the officer behind him. Skywalker’s breathing was heavy and ragged in his ear, and his hips shifted against Obi-Wan’s ass in a slow, demanding rhythm.
One of his hands came around to hold Obi-Wan by the chin. One of his thumbs brushed across Obi-Wan’s lower lip before sliding inside his mouth. Obi-Wan sucked on him as he fucked against his clothed ass. He can’t help feeling like this was the best police chase he’d ever been on. Skywalker buried his face in the crook of Obi-Wan’s neck, teeth nipping at his sensitive skin.
“Pretty thing whipping by me at top speed. I knew I had to have you...” Skywalker growled.
His hand slid lower, slipping past the waistband of Obi-Wan’s jeans in the back. Obi-Wan gasped, his body jerking, but Skywalker only tightened his grip. His long fingers slid between his cheeks and began a slow, deliberate intrusion.
“Wait—no,” Obi-Wan choked out, his mouth falling open in a moan as Skywalker fucked his fingers into his ass.
The angle was awkward but the deputy managed to use his free hand to spank Obi-Wan’s backside while fingering him at the same time. One of the slaps came down so hard that it shut Obi-Wan right up. The potent combination of Skywalker’s dominance with the relentless, expert rhythm of his fingers was making Obi-Wan unravel. Every nerve in his body was singing. Skywalker’s chest was pressed against his back, his breath hot against his ear.
Obi-Wan didn’t want to get away anymore. Fuck, what was Skywalker doing to him?
Obi-Wan’s breath caught in his throat as a sudden, blinding wave of heat flooded his senses. He tried to lock his jaw and endure the humiliating release silently, but the fierce, rhythmic pulsing of his body gave him away completely. Obi-Wan came in his pants as Skywalker fingered him, out in the open on the side of the road.
Obi-Wan held onto the doorframe and cried out as he filled his pants with shame. Skywalker let out a low, rough chuckle behind him, curling his fingers up to massage against his prostate. Keeping one arm wrapped securely around Obi-Wan’s waist, Skywalker reached down to swiftly unbutton his own uniform trousers. He sucked on Obi-Wan’s neck while he divested them both of their pants, pulling his down to his knees and Obi-Wan’s just enough to gain access to his ass.
“My turn,” Skywalker crooned into his ear, biting his ear lobe then releasing with a groan.
He pressed into Obi-Wan from behind, humping his cock firmly against Obi-Wan’s ass. Obi-Wan could feel his hard erection gliding up and down, leaving a mess of pre-cum. Skywalker pushed his hands into his waist and guided him to arch his back. The head of his cock caught on Obi-Wan’s hole, and Obi-Wan gasped, preparing to feel him enter inside but he never did. He kept teasing, using only the friction of their bodies pressed together to find his release.
Obi-Wan’s eyes rolled back as he moved his hips in tandem with the deputy’s. Then, he suddenly heard a low, muffled grunt behind him as the head of his cock slipped inside Obi-Wan, just an inch. Deputy Skywalker shuddered violently against Obi-Wan and Obi-Wan gasped as he felt him starting to spill inside.
Skywalker’s hands held him still and forced him to take his load. Obi-Wan felt his own body tighten with another orgasm and he cried out as they came together, one after the other. Skywalker pulled out when he had one or two shots left and let himself spill across the pale skin of Obi-Wan’s ass.
When his breathing finally slowed, Skywalker let his foot drop from the floorboard he’d used as leverage. He stepped back, pulling Obi-Wan around by the shoulder to face him. While Obi-Wan watched, he adjusted his uniform trousers and zipped them up, casual and professional.
Obi-Wan felt debauched, standing there with cum dripping from his skin, jeans down his thighs. Skywalker looked down at his sweat damp skin and licked his lips. “That was some chase,” he murmured.
The deputy stepped back from Obi-Wan, adjusting his duty belt. “Go on, get out of here,” he told him, voice returning to its strict, professional clip. “I’ve got your license plate number logged. Don’t let me catch you crossing the line again.”
Obi-Wan pulled his jeans back up, his hands shaking slightly as he yanked up his zipper. Deputy Skywalker shut the rear door of the cruiser with a slam and slipped back inside the sleek vehicle, giving Obi-Wan one last final burning look through his windshield.
With a rev of the engine, he pulled out of the overlook and turned left on the road, disappearing just like that. Obi-Wan was left standing there in the gravel, leaking cum. The fucker was driving a Dodge Charger Pursuit, Obi-Wan cursed to himself. He probably could have caught up with him whenever he wanted.