by Mia Moore
“Is Buckley your first or last name?” She looked at his profile as he started the car.
“Last name but I prefer it to my first. So call me Buckley.” His eyes lifted to the rear view mirror and he steered the car onto the street.
“Buckley? As in that awful tasting cough medicine? Seriously, what’s your first name?” She was picturing swallowing but it wasn’t cough medicine she’d be choking on, not if she had her way.
His lips were tight and he exhaled loudly through his nose when he looked at her. There was a low mumble, the word spoken so soft she couldn’t decipher it.
“What? Sorry I didn’t hear you.” She leaned closer to him.
His large eyes rolled. “Timmy.”
She stifled a giggle. “Okaaay. Buckley it is then.”
“Thanks. What was all that stuff he was saying about you being some kind of pervert? Did you guys date?” He glanced at her briefly.
Okay, This was going to be awkward. But hell, he was a cop who’d likely heard and seen everything, right?
“At one time we had a short affair that didn’t amount to much. Then he was hired as a consultant by my company. He tried to pick me up at a club on the weekend and I blew him off. He got pissed, told some stories at work about me and got fired. So this evening, he was trying to get revenge. End of story.” Well, that was as much as this dark Adonis of a cop needed to know right? She looked at his hands gripping the steering wheel, trying to see if there was any wedding ring.
“I can see why you wouldn’t have anything to do with him.” He stared at her, his eyes roaming over her face. “You’re way above that guy. He was punching above his weight.”
“Thanks…I think.” She grinned at him and shook her head. What an odd compliment.
“So, was he telling the truth? Are you a pervert?” He looked at her, his face split in an ear to ear grin.
Erika tilted her head to the side and smiled at Buckley. The air in the car had become electric, currents of non verbal communication flowing between them. Somehow his radar had picked up on the fact that she was attracted to him and his good natured question was more like a probe for information.
“I like sex. I don’t have a boyfriend but I’ve found a club where I can have all the no-strings attached sex I want, with whoever I want. If I were a man, you’d call me a player but because I’m a woman, I get called a pervert. What about you? Married? Girlfriend?” She was flashing her flirtiest smile at him.
“No to both questions.” He was silent for a moment before he turned to look once more at her, a small smile on his full lips. “Would you like to grab a coffee after we finish at the station? You’re an interesting woman. I’d like to get to know you.”
Erica’s lower stomach gave a leap almost ending up in her throat. She nodded her answer, not trusting her voice.
Chapter 19
Buckley finished the paperwork at the precinct in record time. He had a gorgeous brunette with a hot body waiting to go for a coffee with him. Hell, maybe he’d talk her into a drink even though it was Monday and she probably had to work the next day. It was worth a try.
He handed the report to the sergeant on duty and walked to the room where Erica waited. She looked up when he entered, flashing dark blue eyes and a smile at him. Her face was pretty but there was an air of confidence about her that he liked. When she had said in her direct way that she liked sex and went to this club to get it, his cock had got hard so quick he’d almost drove off the road.
“Still up for a drink? He stood in front of her, his groin at her eye level.
“Considering the awful experience and the fact that I’ll have a hard time getting to sleep tonight, a drink sounds better than a coffee.” She rose to her feet, her gaze never leaving his face. “But I insist on buying. After all, you saved me from being attacked and you’re supposed to be on vacation.”
“That’s right. You probably owe me a few drinks at the very least.” He put his arm over her shoulder and turned her to the door.
“I know a quiet spot where the liquor’s inexpensive and you have to drive me there anyway. Let’s go to my apartment.” Her voice was low and inviting.
Wow. This was better than he’d hoped for. Not only a drink but at her apartment.
***
Erica slid her suit jacket off when she entered the spacious living room, tossing it on the dark leather sofa. Buckley looked around at the furnishings and the skyline city view from her patio doors. She was doing pretty good financially to have an apartment like this. He followed her into the kitchen, noting the stainless steel appliances and the dark marble countertop.
She opened a cabinet to display many bottles of unopened liquor. Well, one thing was certain, she didn’t have a drinking problem.
“What would you like Buckley?” She struck a pose like Vanna White, displaying the assortment.
“Scotch rocks, please.” He watched her take the bottle down and then move to get a glass. When she opened the freezer compartment for ice, a blast of frosty air surrounded her, causing her nipples sheathed in the silk blouse to protrude. They had been just barely discernible before, but now they were tiny top hats.
She poured the scotch into two glasses and handed him one—filled to the brim.
He followed her from the kitchen to the living room watching her ass in the tight pencil skirt. It was nice and curvy, not emaciated and boyish like many white women’s. Cheeks that you could dig your fingers in when you were fucking. His cock stirred at the thought.
She sat on the sofa, resting her arm on the back and turning towards him, her body and smile, an invitation.
He sat down close, but not actually touching her and took a large swallow of his drink.
“So tell me about this club that you go to for sex? What’s it called?”
Her fingers idly stroked the back of his neck, so he moved closer, his leg now grazing hers.
“The G-Spot. It’s a swingers club. Does that shock you?” Her fingers were now trailing up to his hairline.
“A swinger’s club? No. I’m not shocked. But I’m curious. You go there and men line up to bang you? Or is it a dog pile of bodies where anyone and everyone is fucking? What’s it like?” His cock was straining the fabric of his jeans, creating a wet spot where his pre-cum had oozed. His gaze dropped to her chest and lowered to her tummy and legs before returning to her face.
“It’s like any other single’s club but the eroticism and sexuality is really amped up. It’s nothing to see people dancing wearing only a G string, fondling each other. But it’s respectful too. No one touches anyone without permission and no means no.” She leaned closer into him, her lips mere inches from his.
“Who do you have sex with? Men, women or both at the same time?” His voice was a whisper as he caressed her leg softly. Much as he wanted to tear her clothes off and fuck her, he was enjoying the build-up.
“Yes.” She leaned forward and kissed his lips with a touch as soft as a summer breeze.
With lips barely touching hers, “Yes what?”
Her breath was hot against his ear when she answered. “Husbands and men in general like to watch two women getting it on. It gets them hot and I like a woman’s soft mouth and hands on my pussy. Almost as much as I like to lick their cunts and make them come.” Her other hand drifted to his thigh, rising higher, slowly.
“Sometimes when I’m eating a woman out, her husband gets behind me and fucks me—hard, the way I like it.”
He sighed as her fingers pulled the leather belt of his pants through the buckle.
“You like to be fucked hard…” His hand rose from her leg to cup her breast, feeling the hard nipple against his palm.
“Hard and fast… rough even.” Her words were followed by the snick of his zipper lowering.
“What would you do to get me to fuck you like that?” His heart was thudding in his ears as her fingers slid inside his jeans.
“Whatever you want.”
Erica’s breath on his ea
r and her words, a soft purr in his ear was getting to him. His hands flew to the waistband of his jeans, pushing the coarse fabric down to free his cock which was aching for more. “Suck me.”
Her head pulled back and she shifted her body to kneel between his legs. Her hand stroked along the length of his cock while she looked at him, running her tongue over her red lips. Oh God, watching her do that with his cock so close was sweet torture.
Still looking into his eyes, she kissed the tip of his black shaft and opened her mouth to take him inside. Her tongue swirled over the thick head and then the shaft as she took more of him into her mouth. With a small upward thrust of his pelvis, he was halfway in. Her breath hissed through her nostrils and her eyes began to water. She hesitated for a second before inching her mouth lower onto him. Her mouth was exquisite and he was close to coming, she had him so horny.
“Stop. Take your clothes off.” His hand fisted her auburn hair.
Her mouth slid up to the tip of his cock and she smiled. “Yes, officer.”
He’d guessed right. The tone he’d used when he ordered her to strip was commanding, like how he talked to perps. Most women had a fantasy about being with a strong dominant man, wanting to be ordered and ‘made’ to do what they secretly wished for. Erica was no different. Doing this to a strong, intelligent woman like her increased his excitement. But it wasn’t only that. She was a woman he’d like to see again, not like other blue uniform buffs.
Her fingers worked teasingly, slowly on the buttons of her blouse before she pulled it up from her skirt and opened it. My God. He knew her breasts were big but the plump light flesh above the tight line of her bra was better than he’d hoped. When her hands undid the hooks between her breasts and they were free, his eyes devoured them. Dark nipples on satiny white orbs that jiggled a little at her movement.
She stood, slipped the zipper of her skirt down and shimmied her hips wiggling out of it, pushing it down to the floor. Clad only in G string panties and creamy stay-up stockings, she stood before him, all woman and wanton. He felt the heat from her body.
He stood up and taking her cue, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. He slipped his shoes off and then shoved his pants down his muscular thighs and calves.
***
Oh my God. Buckley was a fantasy come true—Mr. Christmas in a calendar of heroic, virile men! From the wide muscular shoulders above rounded pecs and a six pack abdomen, he was a dark god. But it was his cock which was unbelievable. A jolt of pleasure and wetness flooded her pussy at the sight; the only other cock that she’d seen close in size, belonged to an Arabian stallion about to mount a mare when she was in Saudi. His fingers combed through her hair and fisted, pulling her head and raising her face. His lips were soft at first but when she darted her tongue between them, he crushed her mouth with his own, thrusting his thick tongue and exploring her mouth. He was giving her a prelude of what would follow. Her knees turned to jelly at the thought and her hand slid over his taut hip and down to grasp his hard meat. She had to have that huge cock inside her.
His large hand enveloped hers and held it still before removing it from his meat. What was he doing? He was as horny as she was from the pre-cum wetness in her palm.
“Not yet, Erica. I’ll tell you when and if you may touch me. Lie on the couch and spread your legs.” His voice was a raspy whisper in her ear.
Never before had a man stopped her from touching him and directed her actions when it came to sex. It was new but from the longing and wetness of her pussy, it was hot. She stepped past him and eased down onto the leather sofa, shivering at the coolness on her back.
His eyes were hooded, half closed as he gazed at her body. She lifted her leg and rested her calf on the back of the sofa. Then her other leg spread until her high heel was touching the carpeted surface of the floor. Laying there, so exposed and open for him was turning her on so much that her hand drifted to cup and press into her swollen pussy.
“Erica…” His tone was a negative command.
She slid her forefinger between her pussy lips at her opening, dragging gently upwards through her slit before removing it. Still looking into his dark eyes she put the glistening finger between her lips and licked it. A soft moan escaped his chest as he bent to kneel beside the sofa.
His hands were now on her breasts, fingers pressing into the flesh and rolling them. When his warm tongue licked the pebbly surface of her nipple she gasped. His thumbnail on the other breast scratched the nipple causing her clit to tingle. Oh God, she wanted him so much!
His tongue trailed down her tummy to the top of her mons. His hands gripped her ass, lifting her and swinging her hips so that her legs rested on each of his shoulders. She propped a cushion under her head to watch him eat her out as her fingers pinched the hard nipples of her breasts.
His fingers slid inside her while he blew softly on her pussy. He was driving her crazy with desire wanting only his lips and tongue on her clit. “Please…I need you…” Her voice was a whimper.
His dark eyes flashed a smile at her before returning to gaze at her pussy. His fingers slipped out of her opening and spread the folds of her slit. She gasped when his tongue flicked across the hard nub of her clit. With his mouth locked on her clit, he pumped his fingers into her and rolled them, filling her.
“Yes…please just like that. Don’t stoppppp!” Her hips ground into his mouth and her hands were on the back of his head pulling him harder onto her, as wave after wave of exquisite please flooded through her. It went on and on, his tongue flicking and sucking her clit while his hand filled her. She slumped backward into the sofa, still breathing fast.
He lifted her legs off his shoulders and then reached under her back, lifting her and standing up. She was a drained rag doll in his strong arms.
“Where’s your bedroom?” Buckley’s voice was a low grow and his laughing eyes were now filled with lust.
Erica’s hand left his shoulder and pointed the way. She snuggled into the curve of his thick neck, closing her eyes and inhaling his scent. Never before had a man made her feel so small and cherished.
He gently lowered her to the satiny softness of the bed’s comforter and climbed on, to kneel above her.
Once more, his gaze roamed over her body as she shifted on the bed to straddle him between her legs. He held his hard cock and rubbed it against her swollen pussy, urging forward to separate the lips. The tip of it was now pressing into her, ever so slowly, going deeper and deeper until his shaven groin was against her clit. She tried squeezing her kegel muscles but the fullness in her cunt wouldn’t let her.
Her legs rose to circle his waist as he bent forward, holding his heavy upper body on his elbows. His mouth was on her kissing her with urgency as his hips rocked back and forth, pumping his thick cock deep inside, almost to her throat it seemed. The length of his cock when he thrust into her, pushing against her cervix created a sensation of fullness she’d never experienced before. If his knob weren’t so fleshy, it might have been painful.
His groin rubbing rhythmically against her clit while he filled her cunt and mouth was putting her over the edge. There was nothing else in the world except his cock and body fucking her like she’d never been fucked before. Her fingernails dug into his back as her heels pushed his ass harder into her. She was was…almost….THERE!
His mouth devoured hers, thrusting his tongue into her as she orgasmed, He fucked her hard, his mouth and breath hot on her neck before driving his cock deep and spurting cum, their wetness and arousal mingling. His body was a taut bow on top of her for a few seconds, then became limp, his lips brushing her earlobe with breath, fast and hot.
“I don’t know whether to call you Buckley or Fuck Me.” Her words were followed by a soft giggle.
“Yeah. It was good for me too. I can’t remember when I’ve cum so hard.” He rolled off, leaving a drizzle of wetness across her thigh.
She snuggled into him, breathing his male muskiness in the hollow of his armpit as her l
eg slid between his. Smiling, she whispered, “Fuck Me, you ain’t seen nuthin’ yet.”
Episode 3: Drawn To You
Chapter 20
Erica’s eyes opened and her gaze scanned her bedroom. There was a weight on her hip, and she didn’t own a cat. She turned her head to see a mocha colored, muscular arm lying across the curve of her hip. As the sleep cobwebs cleared, she became aware of fleshy warmth across her backside. No, no pets; she was being spooned.
Buckley. Not, John, or Dennis, or Peter or Paul. And not Tim. Just Buckley. Hell, she had to work at it to remember his first name. And for some reason that was fine.
Hell, he was fine… She smiled and pushed her ass backward snuggling into this sex machine of a cop who had not only rescued her from being assaulted by Mike, but had also given her the most intense sex of her life. Gathered into him, hip to hip, feeling the warmth from his body, she was safe.
Not only was he a fantasy come true—the strong hero doing a dangerous job—but he was…nice. No, that wasn’t right… they hadn’t spent a lot of time playing ‘getting to know you’ before ripping each other’s clothes off. Her head tilted in thought, the analytical engineer trying to compass her own heart. It was something in her. It was nice being with him. But why?
Casual sex was something she knew a lot about, sure. No strings, hasta la vista, baby. And at The G-Spot, she had plenty of wild monkey sex with her friends, sure. But…
She snuggled her butt into Buckley’s waist, fitting into him like a personally designed cushion.
That’s it. It was the fit, damn it! Their bodies fit each other so damn well!
She gathered his arm up from her hips and pressed it to her bosom, holding it close to her heart. Watch it Erica, you fall pretty damn easy you know. Too easy.
So what? Holding Buckley’s arm she gave a soft wiggle again and let out a breath of contentment. She drew in a breath through her nose; the salty spice of Buckley’s body wafting in. Damn girl, he even smells nice.