Just when he thought that she would truly drive him insane, she took mercy on him and accepted him into her mouth. Heaven. He had died and gone straight to heaven. There was no way he could stop his hips from moving in time with her ministrations. Too bad he had to stop her.
"Baby, you have to stop. I can't hang on much longer."
She didn't stop immediately, but then, that was Lori. With that adorable little smirk of hers, she finally lifted her mouth away. His cock felt cold and lonely, but damn it, he wanted to come inside her. Gathering himself as best he could, he tried his best bad ass cop voice.
"Come here and sit on my face."
He had expected a battle of will, or at least to be straight ignored, but ever so slowly, she slid that fabulous body of hers up to where he needed her to be.
Lori wasn't really sure of herself anymore. She considered getting the keys to the cuffs and letting him go, but she refused to be cowed by anybody, even the man she loved. Carefully positioning herself so she would smolder him, she slowly lowered herself toward his waiting mouth.
Juan attacked like a starving man offered a T-bone. Her trepidation flew out the window as he sucked, licked and even bit every part of her pussy. She had to grab a hold to the headboard to keep her balanced as Juan literally fucked her with his tongue, driving her over the edge. Her knees buckled as she fell forward, her head resting against his hand. Even handcuffed, he managed to use his fingers to caress her face, saying far more than words ever could.
"Uncuff me, baby. Let me make love to you."
Scrambling to retrieve the keys, Lori's hands shook so badly, it took a full three minutes to unlock the cuffs. Instead of ravishing her right away, Juan gathered her in his arms, kissing her neck, her cheek, her eyes then finally settling on her lips. She could taste herself in his kiss. She had never kissed a man who had just gone down on her before. She had thought she would be repulsed, but she wasn't. When he gently pushed her on to her back, she went without demur. Opening herself to him, she closed her eyes, ready to be filled like she had never been filled before.
"Open your eyes, Lori. I want you to watch."
Oh, damn that was sexy as hell. Their eyes locked as he entered her slowly. He was so thick. He stretched her to the point of pain. But it was a pain she welcomed, even yearned for.
"Look, baby. Look at how beautiful it is when we come together. Look at the way our skins contrast."
The deep timbre of her skin washed over her body sending out goose bumps. He was right. The contrast of his light golden brown skin and her darker coffee tone meshed beautifully together.
"Now look at the way I fill you, baby. Look at the way we fit together."
She was entranced at the sight. He moved slowly, allowing her to look down and watch his cock slide in and out of her pussy. Her nether lips stretched and pulled at each stroke. A familiar tension built in her lower belly as she watched, getting tighter and tighter with every stroke.
"Isn't it beautiful, Lori?"
"Yes! Oh, shit yes!” she screamed, clutching his shoulders as her orgasm crashed through her. Her eyes closed on their own accord, her back bowing even as her arms pulled him forward.
Juan bent down and kissed her closed lids, whispering encouragements but never missing a stroke. “That was perfect, sweetheart."
Lori couldn't speak. It seemed just as soon as she was coming down off her high, her body became to climb once more. She held on helplessly to his hips, her hand wandering to cup his buttocks as they clenched and unclenched. She was panting, uttering nonsensical words as he deepened his strokes, hitting the opening of her cervix. The slight bite of pain only seemed to add to the mind bending pleasure, driving her higher and higher. Her body felt as if it had been stretched to its limits, then stretched some more. All her nerve endings were centered on one thing: Juan.
"You feel so good, baby,” Juan groaned in her ear. “I love being inside you. Me encanta todo sobre usted. Come with me, querida!"
Stars exploded behind her closed lids as Lori's world launched into a kaleidoscope of colors. Her mouth opened in a wordless scream and spasms of the most intense joy she had ever known wracked her body. Her last conscious thought was how soon they could do this again, and maybe this time, she could be cuffed.
[Six]
Two Days Later
"Look, Lopez,” Lori snapped, a rush of heat flashing across her cheeks at the long sweeps of Juan's gaze across her breasts. Locked together inside the apartment, with the bedroom a mere six feet down the hall didn't do much to alleviate the burning hunger to strip him down and ride his cock until they exploded in a series of shouts, whimpering, and confessions of love. After all, they'd spent the last two days when not spying on Chen and his associates, doing just that. “First thing, Xo Chen is on the move. Second thing I have to tell you is ... is ... I like this job. You like this job. It makes things hard—so hard being cooped up like this, so knock it off."
Juan staring at her like he wanted to make love to her too, made her itch to put their thoughts into motion. Six feet and they could be naked and in the cheap full sized bed. He'd be beneath her on the scratchy blue sheets, eyes wide open, cuffed to the headboard and buried balls deep inside her. Yes, sweet Lord on high, have mercy, Lori wanted to feel all of his wide, stiff phallus inside of her. At this thought, her stomach clutched and tingled with a ghostly remembrance of how good Juan felt.
She glanced back from the telescope and met his ocher gaze. And he showed her the wide, shit-eating grin that gave the impression of arrogance. Dressed in a scarlet t-shirt and those damn loose-fitting jeans, he looked the part of a poor Hispanic male looking to make quick cash by any means necessary. Even if it meant escorting Chinese girls smuggled in cargo containers to their designated contacts in Greensboro.
"Knock off what?” he said, a thick layer of horniness covered each word as he stretched in the hard, wooden chair, the material pulling taut against his ripped chest. Already, Lori's eyes dropped down to his crotch where his semi-erectness gave loud and clear testimony to his desire to fuck her senseless on the dining room table. “I'm just looking at you, chica. My eyes never get tired of you, baby. So fucking hot and so beautiful. Did I ever tell you how fantastic you are?"
She leaned down to his seated position and brushed her lips across his in a quick kiss. Sitting backward in the chair with the chair back facing him, Juan grabbed Lori's wrist and pulled her lower, not allowing her to escape. He rose from the seat and covered her lips and her protests. His tongue broke through the slip of space between her lips and buried itself into her mouth, tasting and toying with her tongue, enticing her fire, encouraging it to grow, to burn, to smolder.
When at last Lori's sense of duty kicked in, she pulled her wrist free and shot him a warning glare.
"We are working,” Lori whispered heatedly, though she smiled broadly. She couldn't help it. He knew how to push all of her buttons, even the ones she didn't want him to touch when they were on duty. “What if I missed something important? You going to answer to Captain Washington?"
Juan's grin faded a bit. “Don't be mad. It's your fault you keep seducing me. Leaning over to look in the telescope. Seducing me with that gorgeous ass."
Lori shook her head and took another glance through the telescope and down into the diner. The view from the apartment's dining room windows opened up to show all of Orchard Street. Not that there had been much to see. Rows of abandoned offices and restaurants had scurried off to brighter lights and safer locales along West Wendover Avenue, Friendly Center, or the suburbs.
"The informants both said the deal was going down at midnight. It's only ten thirty, so why so nervous?"
Lori couldn't figure it out either, but she stood up sighing. Sitting in the darkened dining room made her jumpy, but she was thankful for her darker skin. Juan couldn't quite see her face except for the times she moved into the illumination cast off the streetlights outside their apartment. Some light came in through the windows.
"A lot of traffic over there,” Lori said, her body facing Juan, but her face turned to keep an eye on the diner. “Too many cars for the usual partying crowd—too many well dressed Chinese."
Juan got up from the chair and stepped to the window. Lori glided backward to allow him room to see for himself. In so doing, she caught a whiff of his scent, and she touched his arm, stroking the smooth caramel skin there. Stretched over stony muscles, Juan's arms gave her peace and rest, comfort and solace. She wanted to be enveloped in them again tonight. On the other hand, she wanted to nail Chen's balls to the outside door of the diner and make all those who use women as a cash cows think twice.
"Yeah, this isn't right. Chen is small time. A little fish on a long line of bastards deserving to be fed to sharks. He oversees the outfit here in the ‘boro, but outside of that, he's nothing,” Juan said, staring through his binoculars at the stream of people flowing into the diner. “Something's going on."
"He's valuable enough to sing the names of those higher up,” Lori said, rubbing her temples with her fingertips. “He talks, and the D.A. can start putting the finishes touches on his RICO case against the Lee crime family."
Each time they met with Chen, his henchmen had been sure to keep an eye on her and Juan. It had taken months but finally—finally—Chen trusted them enough to allow them to work low level entry admission to the trafficking trade. Juan and she escorted the new arrivals to their jobs in Greensboro. Chen didn't trust them completely. So, she and Juan never collected the girls from the containers at the docks. Another group of four Chinese gang members did. Still, informants had supplied some of the details into how the operation worked in those areas.
Lori smiled in the low light. Catching Chen tonight wouldn't stop human trafficking, but it would send a large ripple into the rather crowded pond, a warning that the police were paying attention.
Too late for those women already sucked into the vat of human scourge.
The girls had to work off the fees the smugglers had incurred by bringing them here. Prostitution, restaurants, and strip clubs awaited the women who may have been successful in China had they been given the opportunity. Those women still could be someone of importance in America, if Lori had anything to do with it. Tonight, Chen would fall, and the Greensboro Police Department would make sure that happened. She and Juan had done the hard work, snaring informants, getting intel for search and seizure warrants and wire taps. They had laid the ground work for months, and now the fruits of their hard work lay at their doorstep. They only had to pick it—them up.
"He's a human smuggler,” Lori said, leaning against the dining room table. “So why so many visitors tonight? Maybe there's something wrong with the shipment."
"He's also very well off,” Juan pulled his iPhone from his pocket. He scrolled through his messages, the blue illumination casting an eerie glow onto his beautiful face. “No messages and no alerts from Chen. Nothing's changed."
With a single press, the phone fell dark.
She felt Juan's eyes on hers. Next thing she knew, his hands were on her and pulling her into his arms. She pressed her ear against his chest and relaxed into his embrace. Normally, she wasn't the collapsing into the male's arms kinda of girl, but now she didn't care if he saw her as soft or weak. She needed his strength.
Juan kissed the top of her braids and said in a hushed tone, “We will get him. I know how much seeing those women hurt, degraded, used like that bothers you, querida. Don't let it stain your beauty. You keep so much bottled up and hidden behind that damn poker face, so the guys won't think you're weak, but really, Lori, this shit gets to all of us."
"We will stop him tonight,” she said, her anger brewing.
"Sí, mi amor," Juan whispered in a hush and hugged her tight. “Tonight is the real performance. No more dress rehearsals."
Lori looked up into his face and saw it set into determined lines, his jaw clenched tight.
"We'll get a standing ovation,” Lori said, and kissed his chest, allowing her mouth to linger on his nipple as she planted kisses along his T-shirt clad landscape.
The groan slipped effortlessly through his lips, and he bent down and kissed the outer shell of her ear. His hot breath on her ear lobe made her gasp.
"You already are, querida," he said and pressed his rigid rod against her pelvis, making her smile.
* * * *
As much as he wanted to scoop Lori up and carry her back to the bed, Juan restrained himself. His cock on the other hand, behaved all on its own. Bouncing and bobbing up and down, trying to gain her attention in its campaign to dive into her quivering quim once more, his phallus strained to be inside her.
Duty first and then reward.
He cast an eye over to Lori who had taken to pacing around the kitchen, mug of hot coffee clutched in her hand. The better part of an hour had passed, and his balls ached from his erection. He couldn't help it. Each time he figured it would soften, Lori would make another loop around the tiny space, shooting her generous ass in his direction, and his tool would flood with want all over again.
"Time to get moving,” Juan said, the alarm on his iPhone vibrating in its announcement, finally eliminating his erection. “Come on, baby. Duty calls."
Already Lori was yanking on her thin, emerald green hoodie. The SWAT unit would be looking for the red and green color combination he and Lori presented. Once Juan said into his microphone, “Ladies, tonight is going to feel like Christmas,” all the hidden cops would spill into the street like roaches from a box of cereal. They'd secure the girls, and flood the diner—and its secret basement section—arresting everyone on sight.
Lori and Juan left the apartment and hurried across the street to the diner. Juan checked his wiretap. Wires, his ass. This one was completely wireless, set to the fake earring in his ear. Even if Chen bothered to have him frisked, no one would suspect the earring.
"Mack, you getting me?” Juan asked, voice a hush over the whirling exhaust fans just inside the rear doors.
"Roger that, Lopez,” Miles Mack, the SWAT commander signaled back. “Recording. Proceed."
Juan met Lori's eyes over his shoulder, and he winked. Her poker face held firm for all of two seconds before it collapsed, and she blew his a kiss. He mouthed the words I love you, and she replied with lips only, Love you, too.
Taking a deep, steadying breath, Juan knocked again.
The screen door opened. A waitresses said, “Not for customer. Come to front."
Juan narrowed his eyes and said in Chinese, “Service with a smile."
He had to admit, his Spanish accent probably made the only words in Chinese he knew sound like an order for bok choy, but he'd done his best. Chen had given him the phrase to get inside.
The woman scurried backward, head bowed, suddenly afraid she had made some error by not letting him in at once. The bustle of the restaurant and the deep deposits of grease on the air pressed on Juan as he crossed the threshold, made a right, and walked into what appeared to be a storage closet. He grabbed the can of tomato soup. The door's lever sprung, opening a side panel to a hidden room in the belly of the diner's basement. Thanks to Lori, SWAT already had the original blueprints and knew how to get inside—if they needed. Juan swore. He didn't want SWAT to come in guns blazing. He wanted the plan to work and with any luck, no one would be hurt.
"Ready?” he asked Lori.
"Got your back,” she said sternly, and winked. “Watching it closely."
He smiled at her, noting how she reached around to squeeze his ass. God, I love this woman.
Down into the rancorous music and murmurs of conversation Juan's nerves became steel and the cold wash of police training filtered over him. Score of well dressed men in suits and expensive shoes sat a long banquet table where a beautiful Chinese woman danced. Other beautiful, scantly clad women circulated through the room and around the table. The men had plates in front of them, but none of them appeared to be eating. Though all of the glasses of champagne had been
consumed, refills floated around on the hands of about five waiters.
It's a party. No wonder there was so much traffic.
Chen sat at the head of the table, face flushed, eyes glassy.
"Juan! Lori!” Chen said, scooting his chair back and floating toward them. With words slurring on his tongue, he held up his hand and said to the man to his right. “Gimme a second. Must handle business."
Once he reached Juan, he smelled Chen's sheen of sweat mixed with alcohol. Loaded and drunk off his narrow ass. Perfect. Juan hunched himself over as he did so, convincing Chen that he was nothing but a poor, stereotypical Mexican.
Fall for the stereotype, and it bites you every time.
"'Scuse me, Señor Chen,” Juan said, forcing his accent to become more pronounced.
Chen waived him off. “This is a party for my birthday. It's nothing. Now here is the last group of dolls."
He walked to the rear room. Juan quickly followed with Lori right behind him. Chen unlocked a red faced door with a key he kept around his neck. “Deliver them to the usual spots. They're color coded. Code is in Spanish, just for you Juan."
With that, Juan watched as Chen reached into his pocket and slapped down a wad of money into his open palm. “White sheet has the codes. Got it?"
Juan nodded, but he had to get the transaction on tape.
"Señor Chen? How much is this?” he asked, frowning and gesturing.
Chen answered, “You fucking stupid Mexican. It's the same amount for delivery of my precious cargo of pretty young things. Seven thousand. Really, you and that crack addict you call a girlfriend should learn how to count."
Juan heard Lori growl, but he coughed to camouflage the sound.
"Get that illness out of my place. Don't give it to any of my dolls either."
With that warning, Chen hurried back to his party.
Juan waited until he couldn't see him anymore before opening the door wider.
Inside and huddled together were about a dozen young, much too young girls, crying and whimpering. They jumped when they saw Juan and began screaming in rapid Chinese. Each one's hand bore a stamped dot in varying colors. Blue meant the massage parlors. Green meant the corners of Florida Street and High Point Road, and a few other less-than-reputable places, and yellow meant a strip club called Chinese Fortune Cookie.
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