Hicks can't back out now.

Hicks cursed, his heart sank, he felt sick… but his hand went to his own belt. The clink of the clasp rang out like a bell. Gabby twisted and tried to look back at him.

“L- Rob? Rob, don’t do it!” she gasped, pleadingly.

“We’ve had to do terrible things to get this far,” he sighed, “I’m sorry B, but you’ve gotta keep going forwards." He was ashamed that when he freed his prick from his underwear it was already half hard and it took only two strokes to get it rigid and ready to fuck.

“That’s the kinda guy I wanted to see,” said Butcher darkly, and stepped back as Hicks advanced on his partners dripping, helpless cunt. His treacherous, bobbing cock leading the way

“You don’t have to!” she panted, still struggling, “We can think… think of something!”

“What is there, B?” Hicks said, glancing back at the thin man, who still had his pistol trained on him, “Sorry.” He put his hands on the chocolate brown cheeks of his trusted partner’s ass and brought his twitching cock right up to the shining entrance to her body. He detached his mind, and let his body go on autopilot as Gabby begged him to stop. He squeezed her tight little cheeks, then pulled them open and took a good look at the dark pucker of her ass. For Butcher’s sake? For the case? He didn’t know. Then he took his cock in his hand and nudged the tip of himself between her gates.

“No!” she gasped simply, then, “Oh fuck,” as he started to move his hips, to thrust into and withdraw from her tight but oh-so-ready cunt. He looked down at her juices on his prick as he fucked her, and the divine sensation of her velvet walls squeezing and milking him as he started to fuck her faster and faster fogged his brain into a fugue of pleasure.

He was guilty, and he was a terrible person, but they were going to nail Butcher. They were going to lock the bastard up for the rest of his life, and if this was how they did that… then this was how they did that.

And deep down, somewhere he didn’t dare acknowledge, there was a little part of Hicks that felt okay with this. Oh, he’d cheated on girls plenty, he’d fucked around and he’d really had his moment as an asshole on more than one occasion, but he’d never had Gabby. And now here she was, bent over the desk, helpless, impaled on his big, bucking shaft.

He sped up and her cries stopped being words, and started to turn into gasps and moans as she still struggled, tried to shake him off of her, tried to break free. He pushed the jacket and tee she was still wearing further up her back and savored the way her slim waist bloomed out just a little into the curve of her hips and her pert ass. He saw the lips of her pussy being pulled out, sucking on his member as he withdrew it and he lost himself completely. He had to do this so he might as well... he might as well enjoy his partner’s body. He might as well own her completely.

“Too.l.. Rob! Too deep!” She panted, and he realised at last she was still using his fake name. She was still in the role. They were still doing the Op. And he was deep. He felt his balls slapping against her pussy with each thrust and then his heart was hammering and he was getting closer and closer and then…