Cop Appeal

by Ava Meyers

  In reply, she dragged herself up on one elbow and reached for his cock, which towered stiff and proud from his lap. Deftly, he averted her touch and knocked her elbow out from under her until she was once again splayed out on her back. Bracing himself over her, he nudged his cock teasingly against her core, not like a marauding invader but like a whisper of a kiss that was there and gone before you knew it.

  He kissed her behind her ear and nipped her lobe. “Answer me. You want more?”

  “So much more,” she said, shocked at how drugged she sounded.

  “Where?”

  She blinked, trying to sort through the options, all of which held their appeal.

  “Everywhere,” she finally managed.

  He obviously liked her answer. He rewarded her by pressing the tip of his shaft against her clit and rocking against it. Her swift inhalation of breath accompanied his own groan as he dropped his forehead onto hers. “Everything and everywhere,” he agreed. “Just the way you’ve always liked it. Just the way I’ve always loved giving it to you.”

  He hissed and grimaced when his cock head slipped inside her, just a fraction of an inch. Immediately, she curled a hand around his ass and clenched his buttock, trying to drive him deeper inside her. “Everything,” she moaned. “Starting with this.”

  But for some reason he countered her movements, moving his hips away from hers. Frustrated, she arched her own hips, or at least she tried to. Outraged, she found herself pinned to the bed by his hand on her hip.

  “Why won’t you—”

  She shrieked when he flipped her over on her stomach and pinned both of her hands behind her back. The mastery of his hold, coupled with the brush of his balls and penis against her bottom, had her trembling with anticipation. Her hips bucked when he dipped one finger into her honeyed warmth, then drew it up through the dark crevice of her ass.

  Without warning, and with her lube coating the tip of his finger, he sunk it into her anus, just the slightest bit, exactly the way his dick had penetrated her seconds earlier. She struggled to accommodate even that slight intrusion. He wiggled his finger and the stimulation of her sensitive nerve endings made her gasp and thrash her head from side to side.

  She wanted him deeper. She wanted more.

  “How about everything like this? Have you missed having me up your ass, Sarah? Or did Richard take my place there?”

  The sound of Richard’s name seemed to be an abomination, and she struggled against Luke, wanting to slap his face for shattering her fantasy. “Stop it. I—”

  She screamed when he plunged his finger all the way into her ass. She screamed again when he withdrew his finger, too, except this time she screamed, “No!”

  “No, stop?” he asked. “No, don’t stop? Or No, Richard never took my place?”

  She clenched her teeth, closed her eyes, and turned her face away, not wanting to give in so easily. Knowing that the pleasure would be heightened for both of them the longer she drew this out.

  “Oh, bad girl,” he crooned. “Making me work for the information. If that’s what it’ll take, I’m more than happy to oblige.”

  She expected to feel the bite of his finger in her ass again, but instead he smacked her bottom with the flat of his palm. Hard. The resulting sting was one she felt from the tips of her toes all the way to the top of her head, as powerful as it was unexpected.

  “You like that, bad girl? You want me to spank your ass, don’t you?”

  Once more, she didn’t answer, but this time it was because she couldn’t, not because she deliberately held back. He tapped her ass again, then again, each spank nudging her pelvis forward just enough so her clit bumped against the nubby texture of her coverlet.

  A tiny, breathy moan escaped her each time his palm met her flesh, creating a unique beat that overshadowed all sound except his dark voice in her ear.

  “You like this, Sarah?”

  When she still refused to answer, the spanking paused. “Answer me,” he ordered, “or I’m going to stop. Do you like this?”

  Her reply was ripped out of her. “Yes. Please don’t stop. Please.”

  He swatted her again, and her vulnerable flesh heated in that one tender spot until all she wanted was for him to lick the hurt away. “Kiss—kiss me, please. Kiss me where you’re spanking me.”

  She felt him hesitate. When his lips pressed against her ass, she cried out. His tongue came next, laving the sensitized skin before traveling slightly left to dip between her ass cheeks and flutter against her anus.

  “Answer me. Did Richard ever have you here?”

  Before she could reply, his tongue speared into her forbidden entrance, taking her with a raw possessiveness that couldn’t be denied. “No, never,” she moaned. “No.”

  “Good,” he murmured against her, then dipped lower to feast on her pussy from behind. He alternated penetrating her with his tongue and fingers. Slick and dry. Stiff and flexible. Hard and harder. One after another, again and again, until he shoved her over the edge.

  She came so hard she blacked out.

  When she recovered, she was on her back again with her legs spread wide. He was leaning over her, his dick once more tickling her between her thighs. “Now that we got the spanking out of the way,” he said, “you know what comes next, don’t you?”

  She did, but she didn’t know how she could possibly stand it.

  She said as much.

  He grinned.

  “That’s the point, baby. To give you more than you thought you could ever stand. One climax after another. Until you’re begging me to stop.”

  She sighed and murmured something, which he obviously had trouble hearing. “What’s that?”

  She stared at him and raised a hand to push back the hair from his face. Caressing his jaw, she dipped her fingers into his mouth until he nipped at them. “I said, It’s great being a girl.”

  He grinned. “You ain’t seen nothing yet, baby.”

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Luke’s cock hovered above the juncture between Sarah’s thighs. As she stared up at him, he waited to penetrate her. And waited some more. Because he needed to be sure, all their sex play and her orgasms aside, that Sarah truly wanted him inside her.

  She must have finally realized why he was waiting because she nodded her head and smiled, looking so carefree that he couldn’t help but grin back. “Show me what you’ve got, Anderson.”

  He could have shoved himself inside her then. He wanted to, and she was certainly wet enough. But he also wanted to savor every last bit of sensation. It was as if some part of him knew, regardless of his determination to keep her this time, that their coupling was precious and wouldn’t last nearly long enough.

  He worked himself inside her by small degrees, just the way he had the very first time she’d given herself to him. Her vagina was a wonderland of warm cushioned flesh and strong gripping muscles, surrounding his cock in heaven. He had to grit his teeth and force himself to pull out of her, then grit his teeth again when pushing himself back inside her caused pinpricks of pleasure to spread across his body like wildfire. The pleasure was always most intense in the flesh buried deep within her, and his balls tightened with the need to release his sperm inside her slippery depths.

  His hips shuttled back and forth in a slow, even rhythm, as controlled as any act he committed during a sting. Deliberate. Calculated. Right now, that’s how he had to be with Sarah. He needed to pleasure her. Blow her mind and remind her what their bodies were capable of—together—so she’d forget about her fears and truly let him inside her, past the walls that had separated them and allowed her to marry another man.

  Whether she knew it or not, things had irrevocably changed between them. A continuing physical relationship would be the least of what he’d want from her. He wanted it all. He wanted them to live together. For her to quit the dreary office job he knew she hated and finally go back to school to get her art degree. He wanted to sleep with her every night he was home and show her off
at the police department’s Christmas party. Someday, he wanted to see her body round and bursting with their child. First, however, he had to bond her to him once and for all.

  Pulling himself out of her completely, he rubbed the head of his cock mercilessly against her clit until her body shuddered with her release. Then he plunged inside her, recommencing the slow and steady thrust and retreat. Then he made her come again. Then again.

  He repeated the sequence over and over until her short nails were digging into his biceps, and her legs were wrapped high and tight around his waist, and her lips moved over and over again, forming a silent plea. Begging him to stop. Crying that she couldn’t take anymore. That he was going to kill her. That she’d die if he didn’t come inside her.

  When he continued to ignore her, she went a little wild, fighting him and wriggling away until she could push him onto his back. Scrambling down his body, she took him inside her mouth, giving him head despite the fact her own juices still covered his cock, making it shine. He buried his hands in her hair, loving the single-minded way she sucked him off, determined to make him suffer his own loss of control. The sight of her lips wrapped around his dick and her small hands stroking his thighs and abdomen were suddenly too much for him.

  Throwing his arms above his head, he relaxed his limbs and let himself go. Gave himself over to this precious woman who wielded such power over him. Her cheeks flexed with the strength of her sucks, and when he closed his eyes, he relished the sounds of her working him over with her mouth. His hands clenched as he felt his sperm building up, causing his dick to swell even more just before he unloaded. He shouted when he started coming, shooting himself in thick jerking spurts down her throat. She swallowed every drop he gave her and, as he struggled to catch his breath, she collapsed on top of him, closed her eyes, and, with a small smile on her face, fell asleep.

  ***

  Sarah jerked awake when a phone rang. She was sprawled over Luke’s bottom half, and as his limbs shifted, his growing erection prodded her in the shoulder. Pushing herself up, she grumbled, “You’re going to poke me in the eye with that thing.”

  His body shook with quiet laughter. “I didn’t hear you complaining earlier.”“Yeah, well that’s because my mouth was too full to do much talking at all.”

  “Ah. Music to my ears.”

  She stuck her tongue out at him, then shook her head, unable to stop the smile that tipped her lips. She seemed to be smiling a whole lot since Luke had shown up.

  “That’s what I like to see. Now come here, darling, and put that tongue to better use.”

  Heat immediately flared within her, but she shook her head. The phone was still ringing. Getting to her feet, she tried to wrap the sheet around her, but gave in without a fight when Luke tugged it away from her. His eyes lasered into her, making her feel desired but defenseless against him, too.

  Protect yourself, Sarah, she pleaded to herself. This isn’t going to last forever.

  Desperate to remember that, she pointed toward the phone. “Let me just get this.”

  Moving toward it, she felt even more exposed and vulnerable, but she wasn’t going to amuse him further by hunching over or trying to cover herself with her hands. She faked confidence; kept her back straight, chin high, and ass rolling while she found the phone. When she glimpsed back at Luke, she burst into laughter. He was imitating someone with his tongue hanging out of his mouth, drooling and begging for a treat.

  “Sarah? This is Detective Noah James.”

  At the masculine voice with a hint of a foreign accent, Sarah instantly sobered. She turned away from Luke, then cringed, knowing he would see the movement for what it was: evasion. “Uh, yes. Hello…Noah. How are you?”

  There was a slight pause on the phone and a rustling movement behind her. She immediately pictured Noah James, the detective she’d met two days earlier. He had dark hair and olive skin that made his pale, amber eyes glow like honey, and overall he was a hot contrast to Luke’s lighter good looks. Despite her fears that the police wouldn’t take her report about Richard seriously, Noah had given every indication of doing so. Of course, he was with Internal Affairs, so having a witness report misconduct by another officer wasn’t as shocking to him as it would be to others. She’d let Richard’s position with the local police department intimidate her for far too long. He wasn’t above the law. No one was.

  “I’m fine, Ma’am. I’m glad to hear you’re in good spirits this afternoon.”

  His habit of calling her “ma’am” made her smile. Like Luke, he was probably a couple of years younger than herself, but she didn’t take offense. When he’d first used the title, Detective James’ eyes had crinkled, and it had almost been like they were sharing an inside joke. “I am feeling better. Thank you.”

  She peeked a quick glance at Luke, afraid he’d be glowering at her suspiciously, but he was merely pulling on his jeans, his body relaxed, his expression seemingly unconcerned. Sure enough, when he glanced up and caught her looking at him, he winked.

  “Bueno. Whatever you’re doing, keep right on doing it,” Detective James murmured.

  Sarah couldn’t help it. With Luke looking so scrumptious and acting so playful in front of her, and with Detective James’ slight Hispanic accent rumbling in her ear, she suddenly envisioned herself as a treat being savored by two prime alpha males. Aghast and face flaming, she immediately batted the thought away. In front of her, Luke narrowed his eyes and tilted his head as if considering something.

  Shaking her head, she held up a finger and mouthed she’d just be a second. Turning away again, she cleared her throat. “Do you have an update for me?”

  “I paid Officer Walters a visit, and he was quite accommodating. He denied everything you accused him of, of course. Said you were crazy and jealous, and still hung up on him.”

  “He’s lying,” she said in a rush.

  “Nothing to worry about, Sarah. Everyone denies wrongdoing at first. But he knows we’ve got our eye on him now. Hopefully that’ll make him reconsider contacting you again. But if he does, you let me know immediately, okay?”

  She sighed, relieved he wasn’t going to simply dismiss her report now that he’d talked to Richard. In fact, something in his voice seemed to indicate that meeting Richard had only strengthened her case in his eyes. “I will. Thank you.”

  “Take care, Sarah.”

  “You, too.” She ended the call and stared at the receiver for several seconds. It was amazing, but between Luke’s appearance, their horizontal tangos, and Detective James’ call, she was actually feeling optimistic about the chances of Richard backing off. Of course, it had to be a false sense of security. She thought of how tricky Richard was and—

  “Sarah?”

  She jumped at the sound of Luke’s voice behind her. Turning, her eyes widened. He was leaning against the bedroom doorjamb, still naked but for the jeans that rode low on his hips. With the tips of his hair bleached and his pierced ear, he looked like a badass version of the man she’d once known. Now that things had settled down, she was fascinated by the changes and wanted to explore them in much more depth. Tentatively, she moved forward, then reached out a hand to touch the snarling dragon tattooed on the side of his neck.

  He went still, and for a moment she thought she saw a flash of insecurity in his eyes. It was almost as if he wondered what she thought of the tattoo. As if he wanted her to like it and was afraid she wouldn’t.

  “It’s ... sexy,” she whispered.

  “Yeah?” He linked his arms around her waist. “I’m glad you think so.”

  “Is that why you got it? I mean, not for me, but—” She waved her hand in a “you know” kind of gesture. “Because you thought women would find it sexy?”

  “Not exactly.” Bending down, he skimmed his lips against hers, the brief contact making her yearn for something longer. Harder. “Who was on the phone?”

  She couldn’t help it. She stiffened against him, then pulled away in an effort to hide her u
nease. Once again, his eyes narrowed.

  Lovely. She might as well have activated an alarm.

  But to her surprise, Luke just hooked his thumbs in the front pockets of his jeans and continued to watch her with a small smile on his face.

  “Just an old friend,” she said. Because she knew it would distract him and because she wanted to anyway, she wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her ear against the warm, tantalizing beat of his heart.

  She sighed when he wrapped his arms around her again, returning her hug. “I’m…I’m glad you came to collect your payment,” she finally choked out, afraid the emotion in her voice was too obvious. Then thinking, To hell with it, she pulled back and met his gaze. “I’ve missed you, Luke.”

  He tucked a stray tumble of hair away from her face. “I’ve missed you, Sarah. But don’t go getting too maudlin on me. Because now that I’ve got you where I want you, I’m not about to let you go. Not yet, anyway.”

  She swallowed her instinctive response and ducked her head, hoping he hadn’t already seen it in her eyes.

  Not ever, she thought. Don’t ever let me go.

  ***

  Of course he had to let her go sometime, but he did so only briefly.

  Since she hadn’t been expecting his visit and had gotten into the habit of eating cereal morning, noon, and night, he insisted on walking her to the deli around the corner and treating her to a gourmet sub. When she teasingly said she wanted to keep feasting on her very own sub for a while longer, he laughed and told her the special of the day was far larger than six-inches. That spurred a rather intense make-out session that started in the living room, traversed into the kitchen, and ended on the dining room table. But somehow he still got her into the shower and out to eat afterwards.

  She wondered briefly at his insistence that they leave the house, but got distracted when he offered to give her a ride on his motorcycle. He didn’t have a helmet, so he wouldn’t take her farther than the deli, but even that short ride was exhilarating.

  Pressed tight against him, she wrapped her arms around his waist, squeezing him tight and loving the feel of his muscular butt jammed between her thighs. She closed her eyes, swaying with him when he turned the bike, their movements smooth. In sync. Natural. The cool night air was a wonderful contrast to the heat still pulsing through her, and when they got to the deli, she had to force herself not to beg him to keep going. To take her someplace far away. Someplace where they could be alone, with no ex-husband to worry about, no responsibility to interrupt them, and no insecurities to plague her.