by Jessica Ashe
His fingers get to work on the buttons on my blouse, and within seconds my top is open and my flat belly exposed. He stops kissing me and looks down at me hungrily. He looks like he’s not had sex for months, although I doubt that’s true. Nothing about this man suggests celibacy.
He pulls me up so that I can slip off my blouse. One arm is out of the sleeve when my cellphone rings. I ignore it. I’ve never been one of those people who lets a cellphone control their lives. I ignore most calls and only return the ones that might be important. This phone call can’t be that important.
I start tugging at Alec’s shirt. He’s pulling it over his head when the phone rings again. Now it’s just pissing me off. I reach over to press the reject button when I see the caller ID.
Arlene.
She wouldn’t call on a Friday night unless it was an emergency.
Fuck.
I answer the phone, much to Alec’s annoyance. “Hello?”
“Piper, so sorry to call you this late, but there’s been an incident at Senator Robertson’s house. I need you over there right away.”
“I thought we had people there already.”
“We do, but I want you there and so does the senator. He requested you personally.”
Shit. I look Alec in the eyes as I tell Arlene “I’ll be right there.”
“I don’t like the sound of this,” Alec groans after I’ve hung up.
“Duty calls,” I reply, trying to sound casual.
“I’ll wait for you to come back.”
“No you won’t. I could be gone a while, and when I get back from this I’ll be exhausted. We can continue this another time.”
Alec looks as frustrated as I am, which I find vaguely reassuring. Being desperate for a good fuck isn’t so bad when the other person is too.
Chicago is quiet enough that it’s quicker for me to drive to the senator’s house than use public transport. I get there twenty minutes later expecting to see police cars outside, but all is quiet. One of the guys who covers for me when I’m not on duty comes to meet me and explains what happened.
“We heard a sound of glass smashing from the kitchen, so we both raced in. We were too late, but Senator Robertson saw a figure run out the back door.”
“I take it he got away?”
Rodriguez nods. “Michelle is out there looking for him, but I expect he’s long gone by now.”
“How is the senator? And his wife?”
“They both seem fine. The senator is more concerned with getting a press release out than apprehending the suspect.”
“Sounds about right. Neither of them was hurt at all?”
“No, they’re both fine. The wife was upstairs in bed, and the senator doesn’t have a mark on him. He’s not able to describe the suspect, so we have nothing to go on. You don’t need to be here, you can leave if you like.”
“Thanks, but I better go see the senator.”
This little incident has already cost me a night I desperately needed; I might as well get all the information in case Arlene asks.
I find the senator in his office drinking whiskey. “Ah Piper, I hope I didn’t interrupt your evening?”
“Not at all.” Alec would probably be inside me right now. In that alternate universe, I’m probably heading towards my second or third orgasm at this point.
“No need to worry. I guess the culprit broke a glass and freaked out.”
“Probably, but he might try again soon. I want to request another bodyguard for you. I’m not enough to keep you safe during the day.”
“Nonsense. You’ll do just fine. Drink?”
I shake my head. Alec has probably come by now. I bet he’s a heavy comer. I should be laying in bed with his spunk all over my chest.
“How did your date go?”
“It wasn’t a date. If you don’t need me, I’m going to head home.”
“If you insist, although you know you’re always welcome around here at night. My wife’s a heavy sleeper.”
“Good night, sir.”
Once out of his office, I practically run back to my car, and not just because it’s a cold evening. I barely breathe until I’m off his property and back on the streets. Everything about that guy creeps me out, and as a cop, I’ve met some creepy people.
Alec’s lights are still on, but I decide not to pay him a booty call. I long ago abandoned the whole ‘three date rule’ but it’s still a good idea to retain a little bit of control. He doesn’t have to know just how desperate I am. That’s what my toy is for.
I get ready for bed as quickly as possible and slip under the covers, completely naked under the thin blanket. I lean over and open my bottom drawer, expecting to see my trusty vibrator. It’s not there—instead, I find a note written in messy handwriting.
If you’ve found this note, then you’re probably horny. Come see me, and I’ll help you out. Alec.
Chapter Eleven
Piper
“Coming, coming.”
I bang on the door again with my fist even though I can hear Alec approaching.
“Oh, hey, sweet cheeks,” he says, grinning. “Wasn’t expecting to see you again so soon. How can I help you?”
“How can you help me?” I repeat incredulously. “You know very fucking well how you can help me.” I shove the note into his chest. “You stole my…” I trail off as I remember we’re still in the hall and half the people living here are nosey as hell. “You stole something from my apartment.”
“Your vibrator.”
I purse my lips and glare at him. “Yes, my vibrator. I can’t believe you stole it.”
“Emergency, is it?”
“No, it’s not an emergency. I’d just like it back.”
Alec stands to one side and motions for me to walk inside. I spot it immediately lying on the kitchen counter.
That can’t be hygienic.
I pick it up, but Alec grabs my wrist before I can spin on my heels and get the hell out of his apartment.
“Wouldn’t you prefer the real thing?”
I know what’s going to happen next, and it’s as terrifying as it is exciting. I squeeze my vibrator tightly, but it doesn’t have the same fleshy feel of a real cock in my hand. Judging by the bulge in Alec’s pants, the vibrator also can’t compare in the size department.
“We should wait,” I whisper softly.
“For what?”
“For… you know… until we…. oh, fuck it.”
I drop the vibrator down on the counter and Alec quickly pulls me towards him. I look up and stretch, but he has to lift me off my feet before we kiss. He’s even bigger than I’d realized. Now that I’m in his arms, I feel tiny and strangely delicate. I thought I was long past the stage where I needed a man to go gentle during sex, but perhaps not.
Alec carries me over to the mattress in the corner of his bedroom, and places me down gently, as I kick off my shoes. His hand reaches up my top and squeezes my breast firmly. My vibrator can’t do that. His lips move to my neck, kissing me aggressively as my thighs part for him on impulse.
I try to climb on top of him, but he forces me back down and slides his hand down to my thigh. I hitch my skirt up so that it’s more like a belt as his fingers quickly find my panties. I’m expecting him to yank them off, but instead he slides the cotton to one side and quickly slips his fingers between my folds.
I’m already dripping wet and his fingers end up deep inside me with barely any effort. I practically pull him inside, before lying back and letting his fingers attack me. I feel his lips on mine again, but I’m breathing too quickly to kiss him back. The ceiling spins and the waves of pleasure emanating from my sex consume my entire body.
He says something, but I don’t hear it. My ears are ringing, although I don’t remember screaming that loudly.
“Huh?” I manage to whimper on an out-breath.
“Better than a vibrator?” he repeats.
I open my eyes and see him leaning over me looking smug and pleased with
himself. I’d love to take him down a peg or two, but my body makes the lie impossible.
“Not bad. Guess I can leave now.” I reach between my legs and rearrange my soaked panties, before tugging down my skirt.
“You’re really going to leave?”
“I got what I came for.”
“That’s a shame. Because I really want to feel that tight pussy of yours come again. This time, on my cock.”
I’ve already lost the battle. I lost it the second I let him touch me. I grab him by the back of the neck and pull him towards me. We kiss again, and then he starts peeling off my clothes until I’m completely naked and his for the taking.
I watch as he undresses and slips a condom on over his erect shaft. His cock puts my vibrator to shame. I bought what I thought was a big one specifically to reach the spots that no man could. Apparently, I underestimated the males of the species.
He crawls between my legs and pushes his dick up against my pussy, sliding it up and down the folds, before pushing forward and sending it deep inside me just as his teasing is getting too much to bear.
The air catches in my lungs as he sends his cock in deep, until at last I feel his balls between my legs. I’m dripping wet, but it does hurt a bit. He’s stretching me in places where I’ve never been touched, and it’s almost too much. Almost.
He stays in deep and kisses me on the lips. Our tongues meet in the middle, the warmth of his mouth relaxing and passionate at the same time.
He rocks his hips slowly, and a whimpered moan escapes my lips. I grab hold of the covers and rock my hips slightly, getting him back deep inside me.
Once he starts thrusting, I barely move. I don’t want to lose the connection for one second. His cock stays deep. Even when he pulls back slightly, he’s still deeper inside me than the average ex.
No ex measures up to him, and not just in the size department. He’s aggressive—biting my lips and squeezing my nipples firmly—but his cock moves gently in and out, letting my pussy get used to his girth.
I’ll never fantasize about an ex again. From now on, Alec will be the only thought in my mind when I’m getting myself off. That could be dangerous.
We kiss again, and this time I dig my nails into his skin and use my legs to pull him in tight. When his lips leave mine, I urge him on with whispers of “harder” and “fuck me” in his ear.
My head snaps back as he slams his cock deep into me, each thrust seemingly harder and deeper than the last.
I’m so insignificant underneath him. He’s a foot taller than me and must weigh at least twice as much. I’m completely powerless. I’m his to do with as he pleases, and that just makes me want him more.
He comes to the same conclusion, and grabs my wrists, holding them either side of my head before pounding my pussy harder than ever.
I hold the covers tight and let him have me.
I want to look in his eyes, but I can’t keep mine open. Each thrust sends a shockwave through me that renders me completely unable to control even my own eyelids.
His hold on my wrists gets tighter, and his cock gets deeper.
I can’t take any more. I cum hard, and at some point while my body is shaking aggressively, he empties his load inside me.
I’m vaguely aware that he’s kissing me, but a minute passes before I can feel his lips on my skin. When he pulls out, I feel empty, like part of me is missing.
He disposes of the condom while I try to catch my breath and get my head around what just happened.
“That was fun,” he says, as he lies down next to me on the mattress.
I smile, but don’t say anything.
Definitely fun. Perhaps a little too much fun.
Chapter Twelve
Alec
“Are you rushing off already?” I ask.
I’m not usually the one to ask that question, but I wake up to find Piper quietly getting dressed and looking like she’s about to sneak out.
It would be a shame to see her leave. I’ve got an aggressive case of ‘morning glory’ that she could help with.
“I’m going back to my apartment,” Piper replies.
“So yes, then.”
“I’d hardly call it rushing off. Anyway, don’t pretend you’ve never done it.”
“Yeah, but I usually leave right after sex. If I stay until the morning, then I make sure the lady’s taken care of when she wakes up.”
“Alec, I’m just going downstairs. In case you haven’t noticed, you have nothing here. There’s no spare toothbrush, no mirror, and you’re dangerously low on toilet paper.”
“Oh. So you’d be open to a repeat performance?”
“You mean planning a date, and then canceling it and having sex instead?”
“If we’re definitely going to cancel it, then I’ll plan something really elaborate and expensive.”
Piper smiles. “Let’s actually do something this time. Something outside the bedroom.”
“Sounds boring.”
“It probably will be. But it just makes the sex all the more exciting.”
“Okay, leave it to me.”
Piper kisses me on the cheek and heads downstairs. It’s painfully frustrating knowing that her sexy body is directly below me, and yet temporarily unavailable. So close, and yet so far. How do couples who live together ever get anything done? I can’t imagine letting Piper walk around the house without pouncing on her every hour.
I take a quick shower and then head into the city to pass some time. Boredom is becoming a real problem. I consider buying a laptop and piggybacking off Piper’s internet connection, but that feels too permanent. I can’t go buying electronics right now. I need to stay in the right mindset, and that mindset is someone who will be fleeing the city within two weeks.
The library has free internet, so I head there and catch up on some of the biggest news stories I missed while captive in Iraq.
Not wanting to sound ungrateful, but I really wish I’d been rescued a year earlier. I can’t believe I missed the Cubs win the World Series. How many games did I go to over the years when we were crap? Too many to count.
When I was a kid, I thought I might be bad luck. Whenever I went to see them play they always lost. One day, I refused to go, even though Dad had bought tickets. I told him I was a bad luck charm, but he explained that losing was par for the course for the Cubs.
Not anymore, apparently.
I really thought Wade was winding me up when he rescued me, but everything he said when I escaped was true.
There are video clips showing people in the crowd crying tears of joy as we clinch the series. I had to see the video footage to believe it. No matter how many stories I read, it seemed like fiction. The Cubs winning the World Series.
It’s truly what dreams are made of.
And I just had an idea for date night.
I’ve been to this baseball field over one hundred times, but it feels brand-new tonight. There’s a completely different atmosphere. Instead of settling in for the night and making the best of a bad situation, there’s a buzz and expectancy around the place.
Of course, it helps that I’m seated next to the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, instead of Daron. No offense to my brother, but Piper is much easier on the eyes. She’s watching the action unfold intently, but she looks more confused than excited.
“You’re not a baseball fan, are you?” I ask Piper.
“No, but I’ve always wanted to go to a game. Anyway, I am a fan of pizza and wine, even when it’s served in a plastic cup. I’m set for the evening.”
“Wait a second, you’ve never been to a baseball game?”
“Nope. My parents weren’t really big into sports.”
“I thought going to a baseball game was a rite of passage. It should be a requirement to graduate high school.”
“I went to a Catholic school. Our requirements were a little less exciting.”
I laugh and nearly choke on the pizza I was chewing down. “You went to Catholic
school?”
“Yeah. My parents are religious, and they tried their hardest to make it rub off on me.”
“I’m guessing it didn’t work?”
“No. The strict Catholic lifestyle wasn’t really my scene. The only thing rubbing off on me were the guys from the all-boys school across the road.”
I wonder if she wore a uniform? More to the point, I wonder if she still has it? That seems like more of a third-date question.
“How did your parents take the whole ‘not being religious’ thing?”
“I think they’re okay with it. I mean, I don’t flaunt it in front of them. They know I’m not an innocent virgin, but they also think I can count my sexual partners on one hand.”
“And being a cop hasn’t slowed you down.”
“I’d wager I’m more restrained than you. You probably need a spreadsheet to keep track of all your conquests at this point”
I almost protest, but that might invite more questions. I went through a five-year dry spell. For a guy like me, that’s worse than any of the methods of torture they used on me. Most of them, anyway.
“It’s good to share some of the same hobbies,” I reply. “I’m guessing baseball isn’t going to be one of them, though.”
“It’s a bit slow. I prefer sports that keep the flow going a bit.”
“Christ, next thing you’ll be telling me you like soccer.”
“Umm….”
“Oh God. I knew there had to be something wrong with you.”
“I dated a British guy once. He got me into it.”
“Bloody Brits,” I mutter. I owe one of them my life, but it bugs the hell out of me.
“Don’t worry, you’re much better in bed than he was.”
“Obviously.”
Over the next few hours, I drip feed Piper with the rules of baseball and she picks it up quickly enough. Sport’s a weird thing. You can’t force yourself to like it. It either clicks, or it doesn’t. I never got into football or basketball at school, but baseball had me hooked before I even understood the rules.