UndertheInfluence

by Ava Adele

  Under the Influence

  by

  Ava Adele

  All Romance eBooks Edition

  Copyright 2011 Ava Adele

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  Jessie Daniels put a lead foot down on the accelerator of her old Civic, and watched the city lights fade in her rearview. She was having a terrible night. The least she could do was get home to a hot bath and a bottle of wine.

  By herself.

  Again.

  The worst part was that she looked incredible, and she had been determined to get laid tonight. She knew she looked incredible because she’d spent hours selecting the right slutty costume, doing her make up, changing her shoes, adjusting her cleavage. She knew she was a knock out when she left the house, and she was probably still a knock out now, even if she was pissed off.

  And none of it mattered.

  Travis was supposed to be a sure thing, if not the best thing. But still better than nothing. And by the time she got to the party, posed perfectly in front of the door in her skimpy nurse uniform, stethoscope at the ready, his stoner roommate had to answer the door because he was already throwing up in the bathroom while the party raged around him. A Halloween party full of Travis’ loser friends. Even in the state she was, Jessie wouldn’t stoop that low. So here she was, on the road, going home to her empty apartment.

  And horny as hell. Dammit, she thought, and pushed down on the accelerator a little more. The thought of her vibrator just depressed her. It had been too long since she’d had a real, live, fuck, and it was getting to seem unfair. Like she was cursed, or something. She shifted in her seat, almost overflowing with sex, and with no one around to appreciate it. Please, she thought to the universe, just this once, can I have a man just show up out of nowhere? I don’t care if he falls out of the sky. I’ll give him right back. I just want him tonight.

  That’s about when she saw the lights flashing in her rearview mirror.

  That’ll teach me, she thought to herself, and sighed. She eyed her glove box, which was already stuffed full of tickets she’d always meant to deal with “later.” She would be lucky if she didn’t get arrested.

  Or maybe I’ll be lucky if I do, Jessie thought to herself, and grinned. She shook her head, trying to banish those naughty thoughts. She really couldn’t afford any more tickets, and she definitely couldn’t afford to piss of any cops. She had to get a hold of herself.

  Still, she couldn’t help smiling as she pulled over to the side of the highway, which she knew, objectively speaking, was insane. This isn’t a movie, she told herself. Watch, he’ll probably be fat, and old, and when he leans over my window it’ll be exceedingly gross to see him checking out my boobs. She studied her rearview mirror again to confirm her suspicions.

  The man who got out of the squad car was definitely not fat. She felt her stomach curl in knots, and told herself to calm down. She couldn’t even see properly, she told herself. So what if the silhouette walking towards her was tall, and broad, and had a great, confident stride.

  Deep breaths, Jessie, she thought. Deep breaths.

  She was still trying in vain to get to her special place when she was startled by the knock on the window. A powerful flashlight illuminated the inside of her car. She squinted into it, and rolled down her window. She couldn’t see a damn thing.

  “Can you turn your overhead light on, ma’am?”

  Jesus, that voice. She suppressed a giggle, and tried to be serious. This was serious.

  “I’m sorry, officer, but it doesn’t work.” There was a silence. She squeezed her hands on the steering wheel. “I’m really sorry.”

  “That’s all right ma’am,” he said finally. She couldn’t be sure, but the flashlight seemed mostly focused on her boobs. Probably not on purpose, she knew, but she found herself sticking them out as far as she could anyway. She actually felt her nipples go hard against her skimpy costume. She was sure he could see, and the thought turned her on. Christ, what was wrong with her? She hadn’t a drop to drink, and felt…drunk.

  He lowered the flashlight beam a little, and she could see him now, lit from below. And what a sight it was. Clean shaven, dark hair, dark eyes, gruff buzz cut. And built. God, was he built. He even had muscles in his neck. How does that happen? She wondered. Are there neck exercises?

  “Ma’am, do you know why I pulled you over?”

  “I know why I hope you pulled me over.” She said under her breath, and then immediately thought: oh, fuck.

  “Ma’am?”

  This time she couldn’t keep from giggling. This was too ridiculous.

  “Nothing, officer. I’m sorry.” She looked up, and saw his jaw flex, and had to turn away to try to stifle another nervous giggle. “Sorry. Um, no. I don’t know why you pulled me over, sir. I really am sorry.”

  Really? She had to get the giggles now? Of all times?

  The officer seemed to be studying her.

  “Have you had a good night, ma’am?” He said calmly.

  Jessie felt as though she were watching herself from far away, in a sort of horror, as she said, “I’ve had a frustrating night, officer.”

  She was pretty sure she even batted her eyelashes. There was a pause, as though something she’d grown accustomed to had momentarily stopped. The officer’s breathing, for example. Or maybe her own.

  “Is that so?” He finally said.

  “Yes.” She breathed. Maybe she was possessed by Marilyn Monroe or something. That would make about as much sense as anything else. She couldn’t help herself from trying to get a good look at this man in her window. She could smell his aftershave, which was the cheap kind, but it melded well with his natural scent. Almost spicy, in a really delicious way. And she could see his hands, big and rough looking. And that voice…

  “Can I see your license and registration, please?”

  “Sure. It’s in the glove compartment.” She said, and reached across to the passenger side. And then, again with a vague sense of horror, she looked over her shoulder and heard herself say, “Is that all you want to see, sir?”

  Holy crap, Jess, she thought to herself. What are you doing?

  To make it worse, she was sure she heard him chuckle. Just a little.

  “Just give me your license and registration, ma’am.”

  She fumbled with the glove compartment, and though she struggled valiantly, a few tickets fell out, along with one of her sister’s troll dolls from 1995 and a McDonald’s fries container. Right. Perfect.

  She handed over her license and registration, and tried to think of the least sexy things she could. None of it worked. And you know what, she thought suddenly, why should it have to? Can’t I do something crazy once in a while? What’s the big deal? This nurse’s uniform shouldn’t be wasted.

  Jessie took a deep breath, and embraced her wild side.

  “Is there anything else you want, officer?” She asked, as coquettishly as she could.

  There was a silence.

  Oh, shit, Jessie thought. I’ve gone too far. I’m gonna get arrested. I’ve ruined my life. Over what? Not getting laid in a few months? Her mind raced while the silence stretched between them.

  “Get out of the car.” He finally said.

  Jessie’s heart pounded in her chest. She didn’t know what to think. She was excited, that much was obvious. She’d basically given up hope of being discreet. It was probably only sheer willpower that kept her nipples from cutt
ing straight through her cheap nurse’s costume, and her panties felt soaked through. And part of her was hopeful, in a weird way, but mostly she was scared. She definitely wasn’t acting like a normal person, and from what she knew from television, cops tended to see that as a threat. Or at least an annoyance. As she stepped out of her car, she felt her pussy lips slide together, slick with moisture.

  She stood as demurely as she could at the side of her vehicle as he stepped back. She couldn’t help but think…no. That didn’t happen, not in real life. He shined the flashlight beam on her face, and she instinctively shielded her eyes. Suddenly the beam was gone, but she knew he was standing close. She could smell him again.

  This didn’t seem like a normal traffic stop anymore.

  For a brief moment, she allowed herself to hope.

  “Do you consent to a breathalyzer?” He said.

  Aw, come on, she thought. Really?

  “I’m not drunk.” She said, suddenly infuriated. Like that’s the only reason she would flirt. Like only drunken sluts felt like having one night stands. Well, ok, a roadside stand, in this particular instance, but that didn’t mean she was inebriated. His voice, and his smell, and his body were all still sexy as hell, but it was a goddamn breathalyzer. “Fine.”

  The breathalyzer was cold to the touch. She put her lips around it and blew.

  “You’re clean.” He said. He sounded like he was smiling. She risked looking up at his shadowy form, barely lit from the headlights of his squad car, and felt her breath quicken again.

  “Told you I wasn’t drunk,” she whispered. There was a pause, and then Jessie thought, oh, fuck it, I’ll only be young once, and I’m damn sure there’s only one cop like this.

  “I can give consent.” She said.

  This time she heard his intake of breath, sharp and sudden. Now he was the one struggling for control. She could feel his glare in the dark. This little encouragement was all she needed. She could feel the heat coming off of her skin, and she was sure he could too, and now she was determined to push him over the edge.

  Quelling the last bits of fear and sanity in her mind, and riding the tight desire she felt coiling itself around her stomach – God, maybe I am drunk, she thought, or just overwhelmed by hormones – she finally looked up, into that dark, hard, shadowy face, and said, “But I understand if you need to frisk me.”

  And she turned around, put her hands on the hood of her car, and spread her legs ever so slightly. She looked over her shoulder, and bit her lower lip.

  And he said nothing.

  Just…silent.

  With every passing moment, Jessie’s position became more excruciating. It was humiliating. She’d basically just pantomimed “fuck me,” and nothing. Just silence. She looked at the hood of her car in fury, and felt her face go red with anger, and had just begun to pick her hands up and turn around when he spoke.

  “Keep your hands on the vehicle!” He barked.

  Her mind went blank. She planted her hands down hard, and sucked her breath in with a gasp.

  Nothing moved for a moment. She began to wonder how long she’d have to wait when something caught her eye – it was him, reflected in her windshield. He’d moved closer, standing right behind her. She’d swear she could feel the heat from him on her ass. Fuck, he can probably feel the heat from me, she thought. She was so wet, and beginning to tingle all over. She had pins and needles, just looking at his shadowy reflection, watching her face in the windshield.

  He didn’t appear to move at all, when suddenly she could feel his hand slide between her legs. His fingers rested between her thighs, while his thumb toyed with the hem of her very short dress.

  For a moment, they were both motionless. And then, almost without meaning to, she tilted her ass towards him just a little bit more. It was enough. He slid his fingers up and down along the length of her thighs in short little strokes, like he was actually checking for tiny little weapons. She sighed, and he laughed.

  He just laughed. A deep, low, lazy chuckle.

  “Keep your hands on the vehicle, ma’am.”

  He began to push his hand in and out between her thighs, working his way back up to her pussy. He was so close, so achingly close. He must be able to feel how wet I am from there, she thought. Already she felt like she was going to explode. But he just kept running his fingers along the length of her pussy, on the outside of her panties, like he wanted to see how wet he could make her by doing almost nothing at all.

  She groaned, and he laughed again, before reaching over and grabbing her breast from behind. His fingers pressed down on her nipple, and then he squeezed her roughly, and she couldn’t help but cry out a little. He grabbed her pussy with his whole other hand, and nearly lifted her off the ground.

  “I’m gonna need you to be quiet, ma’am. Can you do that?”

  “Yes.” She breathed. “Yes.”

  “Good.”

  And he kicked her legs apart with his boot.

  She could have screamed. She felt like she would die if he didn’t fuck her right there and then. She arched her back like an animal, hoping he’d take her now, finally. He was still holding onto her pussy like he owned it, and now his other hand yanked down the side of her dress, so her left breast was exposed, and he could get at the bare nipple. He rolled it gently between his fingers.

  “Remember to keep you hands on the vehicle at all times.”

  “Yes.”

  “What are you going to do?”

  “Keep my hands on the vehicle.”

  “Good girl.”

  And finally, finally, she felt his thumb work its way under her panty line. He toyed with her now drenched panties, still running his fingers the length of her pussy, his reflection smiling to himself.

  “Come on.” She growled, surprised at herself yet again.

  He stared back at her in surprise.

  Then he set his jaw.

  Just then, she saw the glint of headlights through the back windshield of her car. Another car was approaching, and would curve around the bend past them in only a few seconds.

  “Wait –” she started to say, and tried to stand up and turn around, but his hand suddenly on her back pushed her back down roughly. His leg spread hers further, and he leaned into her, pinning her to the car. She could feel his hard dick press into her through his uniformed pants.

  “Hands on the vehicle.” He said gently, and then while his right hand still held on to her pussy, his left pinned her arm behind her back, pressing her exposed breast into the cold metal of her car.

  It just looks like he’s arresting me, she thought. Holy shit.

  The oncoming car was getting closer. As it came around the bend, its headlights bathed them in light, giving a questionable show to whoever was driving. As the car drove by, he thrust aside her panties and drove two fingers into her. The sensation arched through her back like fire and she groaned, grinding herself into his hand. He held her taut, primed, balanced on those two fingers. Slowly he started to move them, working in and out in wide, slow circles, building the pressure right below her pubic bone. He began to work her in a one, two rhythm, each thrust from his hand ratcheting up the tension, and she started to buck against him helplessly. He let her arm go, and his hand found her breast again, kneading it in time to his rhythm.

  Fuck, she couldn’t take it. She tried to keep her voice calm as the heat built inside of her, as she started to smile uncontrollably.

  “I guess you’re going to let me off, officer?”

  She had no idea where this compulsion to make stupid jokes came from, but she could feel the giggles coming on again, and she wouldn’t be able to stop it this time. He felt too good inside of her.

  It felt too good to be this person, this person who wore nurse uniforms and seduced cops on the side of the road, even for just a night.

  But then his fingers withdrew, leaving behind a sudden emptiness, and he spun her around. She opened her mouth to protest, when suddenly he yanked her dress down
around her waist. Her nipples already hard, they puckered more in the chill air. This was really insane now. They were just by the side of the road, her breasts naked to the world, shining pale in the moonlight, and neither of them seemed to care. He took his hat off – he still had his hat on! – and placed it on the hood of the car. She shuddered, her full breasts shaking with her, and with that he dove down to her chest, his lips closing around one nipple, his hand around the other. Jessie ran her hands over the soft, short hair on his head, and moaned.

  He was driving her completely, utterly insane. With every flick of his tongue over her nipple, with every squeeze, the fire in her belly grew hotter, and now it had started to settle lower. Her pussy nearly ached with hunger. In just a few seconds she felt like she couldn’t wait any longer, and desperately she began to hike up her skirt.

  Briefly he looked up from her breasts, and she could make out a strong jaw, a straight nose, an unreadable expression. And then his finger was on her clit, and she melted into him, leaning over his head. With just a few tight circles he brought her to the edge of orgasm, and then he was gone again.

  She looked up, eyes hooded, panting again. She could tell he was grinning. He was teasing her. By the side of the road, when anyone at all could drive by, he was playing games with her.

  Bastard.

  She growled, and grabbed him by the shoulders, spinning them around again, and then shoved him onto the hood of the car. This time it was his turn to laugh. She ignored him, and nearly ripped his pants open. His cock popped out, rock hard and standing nearly straight up. It was…oh, wow, it was thick. She reached out and grabbed it, and her hand didn’t quite fit all the way around. Which was ridiculous.

  It was perfect.

  With her other hand, she fumbled with the front of her dress, suddenly extremely thankful that she’d been so picky about costumes. She’d searched long and hard for a slutty costume with the right sized pockets on the front, just big enough to fit a few condoms, and this was her reward.

  She just hoped the condoms would fit him.