Good Cop, Bad Cop

by Lily Harlem

  “Well the wait is up.” I rested my hands on his chest and pushed him backward until he hit the wall. “It’s just me and you,” I whispered, “don’t think of anything else. It’s all over now.”

  He nodded and licked his lips. Took his gun and rested it on a high locker to his right.

  Smiling, I sank to my knees, curled my fingers around the waistband of his shorts and yanked the material downwards as I went.

  He’d gone commando and his cock jutted towards me, swollen and stiff, a deep blushed-red rising from a nest of coal-black pubic hair.

  Briefly I wondered how I could be so excited, so turned on after the horrific events of moments ago, but somehow that only added to my excitement. My endorphins were giving me a high—a high I had to share with Dillon.

  “Ah, yeah, baby, just take me in. I can’t stand to wait another second for it.” He’d spread his fingers over my scalp, through my hair, holding me tight.

  Cupping his balls in my palm, I swirled my tongue over and around his glans, teasing him just a little before stretching my mouth wide and sliding him over my tongue.

  “Oh, yes, you look fucking beautiful doing that to me.”

  I glanced up at him. He wore an expression of awe—slack-mouth, wide eyes. I’d been told I looked beautiful a million times by a million people, but in that moment, Dillon saying it as I took his cock into my mouth, that was the most honest, bare-boned declaration, not to mention the most erotic compliment of my life.

  Spurred on, I took him deeper, as far as I could. The section of his shaft that wouldn’t fit into my mouth, I squeezed, formed a noose with my fingers and slid in time with my lips.

  Dillon groaned, locked his knees and widened his stance.

  I stared at his body hair, loving the riotous whirls around his cock. Breathed deep and let myself float on the heady, visceral scent and taste of him. He was pure male—unadulterated, unperfumed, just hot, carnal man.

  My pussy was clenching, my breast heavy and straining for any sensation my movements gave them.

  “Ah, yeah, my balls…more,” he groaned.

  I did as he asked. The skin on his sacs was loose and almost hairless and I could feel them packing upwards, into his body as he became more and more into the moment.

  “Yeah, that’s it, behind them too,” he said.

  Fondling the strip of super-smooth skin behind his balls, I upped the pace of my mouth on his cock. Saliva was dribbling onto my chin and hand.

  “Ah, yeah,” he said. “India that’s so good but…”

  There’s a but?

  I pulled back, caught his shaft in my palm and looked up at him. “But what?”

  He was breathing fast, his chest rising and falling. His mouth moved as if he was starting to say something, but no words came out.

  “Dillon, what?” I widened my eyes. “Tell me what you want?” A sudden panic went through me. “What am I doing wrong?”

  “Nothing, fuck it, nothing, you’re perfect, what you’re doing is perfect.”

  I swallowed, aware of the wetness on my face and the taste of pre-cum on my tongue. “So tell me what I’m not doing.” I slid my fingertip over that super-silky section of skin again, between his balls and his anus.

  A tremble went through him. “More of that,” he said hoarsely.

  “What here?” I pressed a little harder, wondering if this was a hot spot for men.

  “Not quite there,” he said, digging his fingers into my hair firmer. “Further back.” He paused.

  Skimming my fingertip further, I felt the wrinkles of skin around his anus. My heart tripped and the heady anticipation of doing something new bolted through me. “Here?” I asked.

  His jaw was set firm, his lips squeezed together. He nodded.

  Gathering slippery saliva from the base of his shaft, I settled my fingertip back over his entrance. Exerted just enough pressure to feel the first bit of give.

  “India, fuck, it would be so sexy if you touched me up there, inside, while you gave me head.”

  Oh, God, the feel of him, his darkest place. The desperation in his eyes, the hope in his voice. There was only one thing that was going to happen next and that was exactly what Dillon wanted, because it was what I wanted too.

  Taking him into my mouth again, I poked my finger upwards.

  Dillon groaned. His weight dropped a little as though his knees had weakened. Then he locked them again, his body becoming taut and under control.

  Heat surrounded my finger, his sphincter a tight band that both resisted and sucked me in. It felt amazing to be entering a man when in the past men had only entered me. Powerful yet humbling, he wanted me but was also vulnerable while I was in his most private place.

  “Oh, yeah, more, fuck it, I can take more,” he gasped.

  I added another finger, adoring the stretch and the long, low moan he gave when I pushed upward past the resistance.

  “Find it, India, the way I found your special place earlier. Find mine and make me come. Oh, fuck, I can’t believe you’re doing this, it’s amazing, ah, yeah…”

  I was bobbing more slowly on his shaft now, feeling in his ass for his prostate was requiring concentration. Then I found it, a hot, hard lump on the front wall. It was the first time I’d ever felt one and I smoothed over it with a firm pressure.

  “Shit, yep, you got it,” he moaned, sinking deep into my throat and holding my head so I had to take him. “Fuck, that’s amazing. Rub it, baby.”

  I did as he’d asked and it was like finding a switch. His cock swelled to bursting point, his body burned like he was on fire and the words he was trying to say were no longer coherent.

  Kneeling before this incredible, wild man, and having him at my mercy was exhilarating. I wanted it to go on forever as much as I wanted to bring him to conclusion.

  The pre-cum leaking onto my tongue was getting heavier, thicker. I couldn’t imagine his shaft could get any harder. Our speed was frantic now, him shoving into my mouth, me gobbling him up, taking him deeper, faster than before.

  “I’m coming,” he suddenly groaned.

  My heart beat so frenetically my pulse roared in my ears. I shut my eyes and shuttled another finger up his ass, forced all three fingertips onto his prostate.

  “Ah, yes, yes, yes,” he hissed and then froze.

  Cum burst into my mouth. I swallowed rapidly, greedily guzzling his pleasure. It was hard to breathe, my gag reflex was pushed to the limit, but the feeling of Dillon coming undone, down my throat and around my fingers, made the small matter of sustaining oxygen levels a minor irritation.

  “Ah, Jesus, fucking, Christ, India…” he cried, dropping his body down onto my questing fingers. “Fuck, you’re doing that so well. It’s, oh, fuck.” Another shot of cum burst from his shaft. I pulled back and it filled my cheeks, dribbled from my lips onto my chin.

  “Ah, baby, yeah, it’s amazing to see you like this.”

  I glanced up at him. His irises were blazing, his cheeks rose-red. I allowed his shaft to slip from my mouth and caught it in my palm, continued to stroke it, almost soothingly as the tension in it retreated.

  “Was that good for you?” I asked, licking cum from my lips.

  “Still is,” he gasped.

  I was stroking his prostate, small but firm movements that shifted his internal flesh over that solid bundle of nerve fibers.

  “God, you’re hitting that just right,” he said, tilting his head back to the wall and finally releasing my head. “Sweet India, I didn’t think you would do that for me.”

  “Guess I am not as sweet as everyone thinks.”

  He chuckled but it turned to a groan when I upped the pressure inside him. “Ah, yes, promise me that’s not the last time you’ll do that. I could fucking let you do it to me forever.”

  “It feels good, even though you’ve just come?”

  “Hell yeah, I’ll come again, dry, if you keep at it.”

  I didn’t quite know what he meant and didn’t get the chance
to ask him, or continue with my ministrations, because the bedroom door opened and Jose walked in.

  He glanced at us, a brief smile playing on his lips. “Great distraction, India,” he said, “but we have to get going. They’re sending a chopper for our mate in there. Should be about twenty minutes, the coastguard were nearby anyway.”

  I pulled out of Dillon’s ass and allowed him to tug me standing.

  “We’ll be one minute, Jose,” he said then touched his lips to mine. Kissed me gently, sweetly, tasting his own pleasure and seemingly a million miles from the raging man of ten minutes ago. “And once we’ve got rid of that bastard,” he said, wrapping me in his arms, tight, like he’d never let go, “we’re going to come back here and I am going to show you exactly what hits Jose’s buttons. I’ve got a feeling you’re going to like it, once you get used to it.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Liam, the son of a bitch, was heavy to haul into the deep wheelbarrow Jose had found in a ramshackle lean-to at the side of the villa. But Dillon was flying high on satisfaction, triumph and every other shit-hot emotion he could think of. So the bulk and strain of lifting his prisoner’s sorry ass meant nothing to his weary body.

  He was a protector of his woman and he’d brought in the bad guy. He’d had the most mind-blowing blowjob since…well since. And the threat to the lady he loved had been taken care of.

  Yes. He had to admit that now. He’d fallen a little bit in love with India despite his best efforts not to. It was just how it was and he was pretty damn sure Jose felt the same way about her.

  Maybe he was getting soppy in his old age. Heaven knew they’d only just met and he’d yet to have her fall asleep in his arms, something that always made him turn to goo, but fuck, he could feel the emotion in every beat of his heart. In every breath he took. India was the woman in his life, that much he knew for sure. He hadn’t felt this way since Nadine and the momentousness of that fact was threatening to bowl him over. He would let it, but not yet. Right now there were loose ends to tie up.

  He looked at India now, carrying a slim flashlight and her hair roughly shoved up into a ponytail. She wore no makeup. The clothes she had on were men’s, for fuck’s sake. But still she was shit-hot gorgeous. The type of beautiful that could make a lesser man weep. And damn, she’d been so good at hitting the spot back there. He’d guess it was her first experience fingering a guy’s asshole from her surprised expression when he’d asked, but she’d risen to the challenge and stroked him like she was a pro. Getting more into the moment with each passing second until he felt he could go on a climax frenzy, coming over and over, not unloading, just hitting that perfect high. His asshole clenched now with him just thinking about it. He wanted more, that much was certain. India was like a new drug to him. An addiction he was happy to lay open his soul for.

  “You think he’ll come round before they get here?” she asked Jose.

  “Nah.” Jose pushed the wheelbarrow over a lumpy root breaking through the path around the side of the villa. Liam’s lolling head jolted but no one took any notice. “I’d say that’s him till morning.”

  “Will they take him to hospital?” She gestured toward his leg.

  Dillon automatically shone his flashlight on the flesh wound and the torn pants, now tightly strapped to prevent further bleed out.

  “Yep,” Jose answered. “He’ll get checked over and treated. Wake up with a sore head and an appointment with the FBI and a shrink.”

  “Poor Meredith, she really thought he was the one.” India shook her head and sighed.

  “Really?” Dillon asked, scrunching up his nose. “Him? I would have thought any woman who is a friend of yours would have better sense and better taste.”

  She smiled across at him and he damn near lost his footing.

  “We can all be deceived by good looks and a smooth talker,” she said. “Heaven knows I have been in the past.”

  “Really?” Dillon was surprised.

  “Jeremy Field,” Jose said matter-of-factly.

  “That would be the asshole in question, yes.” India tutted.

  Dillon felt he’d missed something. “Who the hell is Jeremy Field?”

  “A rising star in the world of baseball,” Jose said, stooping to gain better momentum on the wheelbarrow as he pushed it uphill and into the shade of the trees. “Well he was, then his career slumped and he made a quick buck by telling all about his relationship with India.”

  “Son of a bitch,” Dillon said, highlighting Jose’s way with the flashlight, but not before he took in India’s expression.

  Her lips were tight. A frown plowed across her forehead.

  “You haul his ass through the courts?” he asked, clenching his fists just at the thought of this lowlife touching India.

  “No.” She shook her head. “Couldn’t see the point. What he’d told the press about our life together, our sex life, it couldn’t be undone, and I didn’t need his money.”

  “So you did nothing?” Dillon was taken aback. From the way he’d seen India handle herself so far she seemed a pro-active woman, not one to sit on her ass and do nothing. Hell, she was at the top of her game career wise. Everyone wanted a piece of her or to be her, so it seemed. And she hadn’t got there by being a walkover.

  “I did do something,” she said quietly.

  They were all silent for a moment, just the rattle of the wheelbarrow wheel, Jose’s heavy, exerted breathing and the sound of the wind in the treetops surrounding them.

  “So,” Dillon said. “What did you do?”

  “I decided not to get involved again. Until someone I could absolutely trust came along.”

  Jose paused. Wiped his hands on his T-shirt and stretched out his back. Groaned.

  Dillon nudged him to one side and without a word took the wheelbarrow handles and started their journey again.

  “But Jeremy was two years ago, if I remember right,” Jose said.

  “What are you, a goddamn fan?” Dillon said, shoving the wheelbarrow faster to increase the momentum as the gradient increased.

  “Yes.” Jose shrugged and grinned at India.

  “Fuck,” Dillon grumbled. Of course he was, he’d known that from the beginning.

  “Two years and two months,” she said, quickening her pace to keep up.

  Dillon noted the distant sound of a helicopter. “So what, you haven’t, you know, not even a one-night stand?” he asked, glancing at her.

  She dropped her gaze, trotted a few steps. “Nope, nothing. No one.” She caught his gaze.

  He felt a trickle of perspiration on his temple and his heart rate picked up. Shit, no one until he’d fucked her on the boat that afternoon. Double shit. He’d been mad with lust, hardly a gentle lover. Had he known it had been so long for her…Damn, he would have treated her like a virgin.

  “I know what you’re thinking,” she said, tipping her cute-as-a-button chin in the air. “That you should have been easy on me earlier.”

  “Er, yeah,” he said, giving Jose a sideways glance.

  Jose looked as surprised as Dillon felt and he knew what would be going through his mind. That he’d been the first guy to touch her in over two years, make her climax. No fucking wonder she’d melted under his hands.

  “I coped just fine, didn’t I?” she said.

  “Too right you did,” Dillon said. “But fuck. I wish you’d said. You know, then maybe I…”

  “What? You wouldn’t have done it, or you’d have treated me like I might break?”

  “Well, yeah, I guess so.”

  He saw her glance upward. The helicopter blades could be heard plainly now, slicing through the night sky, though there were no lights to be seen yet.

  She sighed. “But don’t you get it? I’m sick of being treated like some china doll. Protected, decisions made for me. I’ve come to realize that now. It’s like you said earlier, I should have known more about my security staff. The people around me. I can sing, yeah, I’m famous, worth millions, but still,
that shouldn’t take from the fact that I have to be responsible for myself.”

  Dillon paused. His heart was thumping, his legs beginning to ache with the strain of pushing two hundred pounds of asshole through woods.

  “Here.” Jose took over, and the threesome resumed their journey to the clearing.

  Dillon reached for India’s hand, squeezed it tight. “I’m sorry if I was harsh on you earlier. I’ve had bad experiences with celebrities, not my favorite brand of people.” He drew her hand to his mouth. His breaths were coming in sharp huffs as he pressed a kiss to her soft skin. “Present company excluded, of course.”

  “I’m glad you added that.” She moved closer and his arm tingled when her shoulder brushed his biceps.

  “And I, we,” he said, “would have been gentler, if we’d known you’d not taken a man for so long.”

  She reached for his face, turned him, even as they strode along with Jose. “I didn’t want gentle. I wanted to be fucked. Well and truly fucked, and that is exactly what you and then Jose did.” She paused and swept her tongue over her bottom lip, and damn if both his dick and his ass didn’t twitch. “And I hope to hell as soon as we get rid of this scumbag that will be the next thing that happens.”

  “You know full well it will be,” Dillon said. “I’ve already made that promise.” He hesitated.

  “What?” she asked, dropping her hand, her eyes going all wide.

  “I just hope you meant what you said about wanting to get fucked and not treated like a china doll.”

  “Too damn right I did. Bring it on.”

  Fuck, if he didn’t fall completely in love with her in that moment.

  “Officers Santiago and Farnham, Miami DEA, South division,” Jose yelled over the noise of the rotors. “We apprehended Liam…” He paused and looked at India.

  “Nealy,” she said, holding her hands over her ears and trying to keep her hair from whipping her face. “Liam Nealy.”

  “…Liam Nealy, this evening. Flesh gunshot wound to his right leg, some bruises from the fight he put up with us, and concussion.”

  Dillon stepped closer to India, drawing her into his body. She felt so small and vulnerable out here in the cold and the wind and the dark. She needed to get a good meal in her and some rest. Naturally the promised fuck would have to be attended to first, though.