Dog City: The Chief and the Chef
#5 of Dog City
Rosie finds things heating up fast when Ace cooks dinner for her.
Dog City: The Chief and the Chef By Tempe O'Kun
A chief of police is supposed to be the consummate professional. And the only consummation I could think about involved a soft doggy bed and the firm body of Ace Hart.
"Chief O'Gravy?"
My gaze flicked to the door. Officer Spot. Stocky, mid twenties, chocolate Lab mix. Too perky, but intelligent and personable. I set down the pencil I'd been gnawing. "Yes?"
His ears drooped in submission. "Sorry to intrude, but Sarge wanted somebody to fetch these shift reports for you." He set a very neat stack of papers on my desk.
"You're not sorry, and Sergeant Schnauzer doesn't turn in paperwork on time, let alone early." I crossed my arms, leaning back to examine him further: fur combed, uniform perfect, the lingering scent of breath-freshening jerky. "Why'd you really trek up three flights of stairs?"
"I ummm..." His head tilted, eyes darting around for the right thing to say, though his glances fell everywhere but on my new secretary's desk. The sharp squeak of a new chew toy echoed in from the hall.
I cleared my throat. "Sheila?"
A pretty young Australian Shepherd poked her head into my office, pink plastic penguin in her teeth. One ear up, one down, she spoke around the squeaky: "Yeff boff?"
"I happen to know you came back from lunch half an hour early. I won't have you overworking yourself--you're free to head home." I busied myself with the paperwork he'd brought in. "And see that your boy finds his way downstairs."
Squeezing the squeaky in her paw, she bounded in and herded the officer out of my office. "Waddya say, chocky bicky? Up for a chomp a' chook and chinwag?"
The mutt blinked into a smile and wagged as she led him off. "I have no idea what you just said, but I approve."
I decided not to tell him Aussie Shepherds are from America. She probably thinks he looks like a Kelpie.
Look at me, pandering to puppy love. I wasn't this sentimental before Ace, was I?
Ace...
I found myself watching the clock for the first time in fifteen years. The last time I'd felt this eager to go home, I was immolating quiches with a gaggle of tarts in home economics. This time, home was only a stopover; I wanted to end up someplace more cramped, cluttered, and run-down, but in the arms of one heck of a dog.
If I left on time and hurried through cleaning up at home, I could make it to his place before sundown. We could even watch the sunset from his roof.
If I could get through the next twenty-three minutes without a crisis, I'd just make it...
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Three hours later, I trudge to the door of my apartment.
I open it to find Ace Hart on my sofa, wearing his signature fedora. And nothing else.
He twirled my spare key on his finger, flashing a sultry grin. "Hey babe."
I hurried in and shut the door after myself. "Ace Hart, you dog." I crossed my arms, brow furrowing as I regained my composure. "What would you have done if I'd come home with somebody?"
"You never come home with anybody. Except me, and that's only recently."
"How would you know?"
He tugged his hat lower. "I am a private eye."
"The neighbors could have seen you." I hung up my coat.
"Who?" Ace sat up, but his smirk stayed. "Mr. McBeagle across the hall? He's out playing poker for dog biscuits with his old war buddies." He patted the sofa in front of him.
I sat, then realized I'd obeyed out of weariness.
His muscular arms slipped around my waist. "Get penned up at work?" His muzzle brushed my hair to one side, kissing my neck.
I moaned, settling against him. "District attorney called. Madame Kromfohrländer's Massage & Grooming Parlor had been giving waggy endings for a few bones extra. Mice squad busted them, but DC's DA wanted any dirt I had on the place."
"Dig up anything good?"
"Enough bones from Bugsy Vile's gang to constitute a skeleton in her closet."
"And they wouldn't settle for the bare bones description?" He nibbled at my jawline.
Pleasure and a savory scent lifted my nose. "What's smells so good?"
"Aside from you?" Shifting sideways, he nuzzled his nose to mine.
"Aside from me." I nuzzled back.
"I got a little more time on my paws than you, so I figured I'd head ya off at the pass." He winked. "I even started dinner."
"How'd you know I was going to be home now?"
"I didn't. Started it three hours ago."
"Oh." The chief had a moment of not knowing what to do with her paws, though she suspected he had some recommendations. Half a smile. "Sorry, Ace."
"No sweat, sweatheart. Should be about canned dog food consistency by now. Hope ya don't mind--" He smirked leaning back and spread his legs. "--I let myself up on the sofa."
"I think I could get you up a little more."
"I think you could too." He winked and got up. "Don't go anywhere..."
Watching his tight haunches as he trotted to the kitchen, I sat in my dim living room, shining trophies around me and a well-chewed sofa under me.
The detective returned with a plate of sloppy joes. The meaty scent, along with the beefy mutt, set my tail thumping against the cushions, tongue hanging out in a classic Pavlovian response.
"Some doggy's excited." He waved the platter of over-filled sandwiches before me.
My muzzle followed them of its own accord. Seared ground beef, onion, bell pepper, garlic, mustard, and trace amounts of brown sugar. "I didn't know you could cook anything that didn't come in a can."
"Judging by your freezer, I'd say you didn't know anyone could cook anything but Pekinese instant dinners."
I flashed him a cool look, though it only took a moment for it to melt in the steamy onslaught of sight and scent.
Ace smiled and straddled my lap.
I blushed, my ears heavy with heat.
He set the plate on my end table, retrieving one of the sandwiches and bringing it near my nose. "Hungry?"
"Mmmm..." My eyes closed. The sandwich drifted closer, closer, until I could feel the warmth of it against my lips, my nose swimming in its scent. At long last, the tender bread of the sandwich graced my lips, teasing me with traces of savory wonder. I bit into the sandwich, juices flooding my mouth.
The mutt on my lap rubbed a paw against my back. "Good?"
I looked up at him, shy, unused to his nude body against me. I swallowed. "Mmmhmm."
With a nuzzle, he fed me another bite. A tiny chunk of the meat tumbled against my neck. "Looks like we got some on your collar. Better get that before it stains."
I smiled, chewing.
Tender paws unbuttoned my shirt. He chased the errant meat down between my breasts.
My own paw drifted to his full sheath. He drooled almost as much there as in my cleavage.
As he finished fishing the beef from my fluff, he rose to bump his nose to mine. Our lips met, the tang of sloppy joe mingling with the sweetness of his sloppy kiss.
I giggled. "Was your plan to seduce me with the most unromantic food ever?"
"Maybe. Is it working?" Ace held the remainder of the sandwich in his jaws, cocking an eyebrow at me. His tail swished against my knees.
I brushed the shirt off his broad shoulders, licking a little sauce from the corner of his mouth. There I sat, straddled by a dog quipping, dripping, and naked.
He smiled down at me with sheer, unadulterated audacity: equal parts infuriating and endearing.
I sunk my teeth into the sandwich, my lips brushing his as we tore the sloppy joe in two.
"How are ya likin' the sloppy fido, Rosie?" He tried to chew in a smarmy style.
A quick squeeze to his rump made him gulp. "Not bad, Ace, though I like the buns even better."
His ears lifted his hat. "And here I thought you just liked warm, juicy meat."
"I like you for that." I cupped his face, my paws stroking the smooth fur of his jaw. Smooth, but short. He shivered as I rubbed it the wrong way. My muzzle drifted to the warmth of his ear, lips brushing against the velvet softness. "But I love...you."
The detective wagged, clutching me close with a whine. His partial erection pressed against my stomach. His heart beat against my breasts. His hardboiled voice softened. "Back at ya, Rosie..."
I held him close, giddy. My paws traced up and down his naked back.
He kissed my hair, breathing my scent.
My nose nestled to his throat. Held safe in his embrace, it occurred to me I'd rather have something else against my breasts than fabric. I shrugged out of my shirt, guiding his paws to unclasp my bra.
Ace fumbled the garment off with nervous digits. He whined with joy as he caressed my curves.
I bumped his nose with my own, paws slipping to his slippery sheath. "Are you just going to sit there with your red rocket ready for launch all night?"
A flicker of smarm lit his muzzle in the dusk-dim room. "Nah, I'm expecting to have liftoff any second here."
A paw on his chest, I eased him down onto the sofa. Standing, I stripped out of my pants and panties, kicking my shoes off.
His tail swished against the chewed-up cushions. His erection glistened in the streetlight.
I straddled him. The motion jostled his head against the armrest, knocking loose his hat. I snatched it as it fell, contemplated it a moment, then donned it with a smile.
Ace's mouth hung open, as if he didn't know how to take this. His cock, however, knew exactly how to react and dribbled a fresh shot of precum onto his stomach.
I scooted forward, his sac tickling through the thin fur of my slit. My paw pads came across his shaft in the dark, sliding back the sheath.
The glow of his eyeshine narrowed as he gasped. His face cast in half-light, he stroked my hip.
My paw stroked the exquisite heat of his erection. "You ready, Shamus?" I squeezed his growing knot.
He tensed under me. "Uuuuuhhh..."
"Mmmm. Good..." I positioned myself over his shaft, rubbing the top against my swollen lips. Biting my lip in anticipation, I sank down, impaling myself on him. We gasped together. An incredible fullness slid into me, inches of him spreading me, dribbling fluid against my walls, sending pleasure rushing up through my body. I leaned forward, my paws on his shoulders, rising and falling on him.
"Oh dog, Rosie... Oooh..."
My rhythm became more frantic as I tried to bear down on him on my way up, adding resistance to the mix. "Mmmm, good boy, Ace." I sank back down, forcing a little of our combined juices out against his sheath. "You like filling me up?"
Ace squeaked, his senses overloaded.
I tugged his hat down and, bending to his ear, spoke in my steamiest whisper: "I want you to tie me."
He gave a shuddered breath, tensing beneath me for the duration of a drizzle of hot precum against my walls, then stroked his paws down my midriff, begging with a wordless whine.
I took a breath, tried to relax, and let my weight press me down onto the swell of his knot. The sweet pressure of his bulge wedged deeper inside me. For a frustrating instant, I thought he wouldn't fit. A few strong bounces, though, and--
"Aauugh!"
"Aauuuuuooooo!"
I bounced, panting and pivoting on his cock. We howled our passion to the night until the windows rattled. My voice, my thrusts, my breaths blended into his own. Spurt upon spurt of thick canine cream sprayed my walls. Frantic heat filled me, sloshing around his cock with no escape.
Strong paws grasped my hips, grinding them down against his. My stiff clit rubbed the top of his sheath. I shivered. Fluttering muscles wrung my flesh around his.
We collapsed with panted breaths and wild heartbeats.
"Wow, sweetfleas, is this usually how you react to sloppy joes?" He reached down, feeling the bump of his knot within me. "I should make 'em more often."
"Shut up and snuggle me, Ace."
I figured you guys might like to see a little further into Ace and Rosie's relationship. Let me know what you think! :D
Art: :iconslatedragon: Edits: Slate, Anakuro, Sillyneko345, Darkdragon452 Proofreading: CarlMinez, TheFunkyOne
-Tempo