by Tyler, Paige
Blake gave her a sharp nip on the neck to put her back on task. She lifted her head, took another breath and held it, then squeezed off a shot at the head of the target.
Hmm, another hit. She’d better be careful, or Blake might catch on to her game.
She didn't have to worry about that. He’d already turned his attention back to her breasts. As he did that devastating neck-nibble thing again, he popped the clasp on the front of her bra. Oh yeah, she loved a man who could multi-task. She put a round in the dirt a foot in front of the target just as Blake eagerly pushed the cups of her bra aside and captured her breasts. His thumbs and forefingers immediately found her nipples and tweaked them.
Trista moaned. God, that felt so good.
She wanted to say the hell with target practice and strip off her shirt and bra so he could latch his mouth on her aching breasts, but she still had three bullets left. Blake wouldn't let her get away with not shooting all of them.
She leaned back against Blake's chest so completely she probably would have fallen on her ass if he'd moved suddenly. Not that she figured he'd do that—he seemed to be having too much fun having his way with her breasts. He alternated between massaging them and squeezing her nipples, sometimes doing both at the same time. It was enough to drive her crazy.
Eager to empty the gun, Trista pointed it in the general direction of the target and yanked the trigger. Jerking on it like that played hell with her accuracy, but she didn't give a crap. She had two more rounds to get down the barrel—then she was going to physically attack Blake. He’d better have an extra uniform in his car because she was going to rip the one he was wearing to shreds.
Then Blake pulled a move that kicked her excitement level up a country mile. He took his left hand from her breast and slid it down her bare tummy and into the waist of her jeans. He couldn't get that big hand of his as far as she would have liked—she wore her jeans tight—but the tips of his fingers still found their way into her panties and grazed the top of her pussy. She barely even noticed as the 9mm jumped in her hand, sending a bullet in a direction that might have been in the same zip code as the target, but she wasn’t sure. Good thing there was a backstop wall down there or her bullet would still be going.
Blake let out a growl of frustration so loud she could hear it through her earmuffs. Didn't like her tight jeans, huh? She smiled to herself as he dropped his right hand down to join his left at her belt and ripped open the buttons on her jeans.
The slider of her 9mm locked to the rear as she put her last round through the center of the target. Despite being nearly insane with need, she still possessed enough sense to carefully place the empty weapon back on the counter. She immediately tried to turn around in Blake's embrace so she could rip off his uniform, but her hot cop was having none of that. He grabbed hold of the front of her jeans to keep her still, then slid his hand inside her panties. She whimpered as his finger slid along the wet folds of her pussy. The muted sound reminded her that she still had her earmuffs on—Blake had already taken off his, though when he’d done it, she had no idea. She reached up to tear off her muffs and toss them on the floor.
Blake used his free hand to push her jeans over her hips. She would have helped, but his finger moving in and out of her wetness made that impossible. She had to cling to the counter with both hands to keep from falling to her knees.
But Blake was just as talented undressing her as he was with a handgun. He had her jeans down faster than she would have thought possible and was already starting in on her panties. When they were down around her ankles, he bent her over so she was leaning across the counter. Her breath hitched as his finger dipped in her pussy. Crap, she was wet. The palm of his hand pressed firmly against her clit even as the other cupped her bare ass. She pushed back against him with a moan, urging him to keep doing what he was doing.
He complied, massaging her ass cheeks with one hand while he fingered her pussy with the other. God, his touch was magic. She was already on her way to an orgasm and they hadn't even kissed yet.
But Blake had other ideas. He slid his hand across her ass, around her hip and up her stomach, lingering briefly on her breast before moving up to her shoulder so he could pull her back against his chest.
“You’ve been driving me crazy all day,” he rasped in her ear.
She purred as he palmed her breast again. Oh yeah, Blake was a breast man, through and through. “I have? You didn’t let on.”
He rolled her nipple between his fingers with a pressure that bordered on rough. How had he known she liked it that way? “And it damn near killed me.”
She rotated her hips, generating even more friction between the palm of his hand and her clit. She was this close to climax.
Blake pressed his lips to her neck. “I’m going to make you come like this.”
Trista made a mewing sound, unable to speak.
“Do it,” he ordered. “Come for me.”
The warmth of his breath combined with the caress of his Texas twang carried the soft command straight to her core. Oh damn, his voice did it for her.
Her orgasm started as a gentle wave, focused entirely around her clit at first, then flowing out to envelop her pussy, before finally spreading to her tummy and upper thighs.
Blake lifted her right breast high, squeezing her nipple deliciously hard. It was like an electrical connection had been suddenly completed, and her climax expanded outward like a nova, washing over her. She yowled like a cougar in heat, stars exploding in her vision, her body thrashing violently under his touch. If Blake hadn't been holding her, she would have toppled to the floor of the shooting range.
But he held her steady, working her orgasm like a living thing, stretching it out and nudging it higher until couldn’t take any more. Somehow, he knew exactly when it was about to be too much, and pulled his finger out before it got there. Spinning her around, he buried one hand in her hair and covered her mouth with his in a soul-searing kiss.
Trista clutched his shoulders, holding on for dear life as his tongue tangled with hers. Was there a better way to come down from a seriously intense orgasm like the one she’d just had than wrapped in a big cop's arms as he kissed her senseless?
After he had her completely and totally dizzy, he broke the kiss and pulled back to look at her. “I think we somehow lost focus on the actual purpose of this target shooting lesson.”
“You don't see me complaining, do you?”
Smiling up at him playfully, she slipped out of her top and bra, then started undoing the buttons on his uniform shirt. The material was starched so heavily she had a hard time working them open.
His mouth quirked. “No. But then again, I'm not sure you were paying much attention to anything. You were kind of distracted.”
She undid another button. “Maybe a little. But I love having my breasts squeezed like you were doing. Not to mention having my pussy fingered.”
He ran his strong hands down her back to rest on her ass. The mere touch made her body start vibrating again. “Well, now that I’m no longer doing either of those things, are you ready to focus on shooting again?”
Trista blinked up at him, her fingers stilling on the button in her hand. Blake couldn't seriously want to go back to shooting?
Not if that big bulge in his uniform pants pressing insistently against her belly had something to say about it. No way in hell was Blake thinking about anything other than fucking her senseless.
You wouldn't know it by the look on his face, though. He was either a damn good actor, or playing hard to get. Well, she knew how to play that game. And she knew exactly how to win.
Chapter Three
Trista abandoned the stubborn buttons of his shirt and slid her hands down the hard wall of his chest past his heavy gear belt until they rested firmly on his trouser-covered cock. Gazing up at him with what she hoped was a neutral expression, she slowly massaged him through the thick fabric. It wouldn't feel anywhere near as good as it would if he were naked—a fact he’d learn soon
enough—but it was a start.
Blake lifted a brow, as if waiting for her to say something. But she remained silent, appraising him instead, looking for a sign she was breaking through that cool, manly cop exterior.
His hands tightened around on her ass and she felt his cock pulse just a little in his pants. As signs went, it wasn't a signal flare, but it was enough for her. She grabbed the buckle of his big belt and yanked it hard.
Blake made a noise that sounded distinctly like a groan. Oh yeah, he wanted it.
It was tough getting the thick leather belt to work with her, so it took way too long to get the damn thing undone. It didn't help that Blake just stood there and watched her go at it. But persistence paid off and a moment later, she finally unzipped his pants, revealing the outline of a truly impressive cock in tight briefs. Trista would have preferred to shove his pants completely down to his knees and get that erection fully out in the open, but it wasn't time for that yet.
Instead, she slid one hand in the waistband of his underwear and wrapped it around his shaft. She massaged him slowly, looking him in the eyes the whole time. All while trying not to let him see how thrilled she was with the bulk of the weapon she held. She’d thought he’d be well-endowed, but wow.
Precum wet the front of his briefs at the tip of his penis, and she used it to lubricate her fingers as she made tiny circles on the head of his shaft. Blake’s breathing came a little faster.
She pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw right where it met his ear. “Maybe we could put the shooting lesson on hold for a little while, and focus on something else I'm sure we'd both like even more? What do you think?”
“Mmm. I don't know. I really like target shooting.”
“More than this?” She squeezed his cock firmly.
His breath hitched. “Maybe.”
Time to call his bluff maybe. She slowly took her hand away. “Okay. I guess we can pop a few more caps then.”
She didn’t make it halfway around before his hand captured hers. “Or maybe not.”
His voice was husky and deep, and full of hunger. She smiled and went back to rubbing his shaft. “You like?”
“Mmm.”
“Well, if you think that feels good, just wait.”
She hooked her fingers in the waistband of his pants and shoved them down. Then she gave him a slow, sexy smile and dropped to her knees in front of him.
Gaze holding his, she grabbed the waistband of his underwear and slowly pulled them over his erection and down his muscular thighs. Though Blake had seriously mesmerizing eyes, it was damn difficult to not look down at his cock. Somehow, she managed, though. He sucked in a sharp breath as her fingers grazed his full balls. Cupping them in one hand, she wrapped the other around the base of his shaft.
“Would you like me to suck your cock?” she asked softly.
Blake's eyes blazed with fire as he reached out to weaved his fingers in her hair. “I think you already know the answer to that question.”
Trista dropped her gaze to his erection. It was her turn to hitch a breath. Good heavens, Blake had to have the most perfect cock she'd ever seen. Unable to resist, she wrapped both hands around him. Not only was his shaft so long she couldn’t capture all of him, but he was so thick that her fingers couldn't quite fit around him, either. And the head of his cock had the most amazing pearl of precum at the tip. He was so beautiful she could have gazed at him all night. She probably would have if he didn’t tighten his grip in her hair and urge her forward. She didn’t mind his show of dominance. She might have liked taking the reins for a little while so she could tease him, but she preferred when a man ran the show.
She opened her mouth obediently and took the head of his cock in her mouth. Blake urged her to take more, guiding her forward until the tip of his penis touched the back of her throat. The groan of satisfaction he let out almost made her smile.
Intent on showing him exactly how appreciative she was of the pleasure he’d given her earlier, she swallowed, letting the head of his cock slide down her throat a scooch. Not enough to qualify as a deep throat, but enough to let him know what he had coming. Then she pulled back, flicking her tongue all along the bottom of his shaft as she went.
She alternated between licking the head like an ice cream cone and sucking on it like a lollipop. Blake must have liked what she was doing. Every time she sucked on him, his thigh muscles tensed and he let out a little sound of approval.
As much as he might be enjoying it, she couldn't focus on the head of his cock for too long. She knew from experience that if she did, he’d pop his cork way too soon. She didn't want him doing that—she had other plans for that magnificent hard-on of his.
So, she went back to taking him deep, adding a little hand action at the same time. Blake began pumping his hips in synch with her movements, forcing his cock a little deeper with each move. She tried to back off a little, afraid he might come, but his hand in her hair prevented it. He held her firmly, thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth.
Trista finally gave in and tightened her lips around him, letting him fuck her mouth. Each thrust sent him deeper and deeper down her throat until she thought she couldn’t possibly take any more of him.
Then, just as she felt him peak, he jerked his cock out of her mouth with an audible pop. The sudden move left her gasping—and disappointed. She’d been looking forward to him filling her mouth with his essence.
She gave him a pout. “You didn't have to stop.”
Blake took her hands and pulled her to her feet, jerking her against his chest for a kiss that left her weak in the knees.
When he finally lifted his head, it was to give her a sexy bad-boy grin. “Stop? Babe, I'm just getting started.”
Thank God!
Without another word, he put his hands on her waist and picked her up, then set her down on the counter. Somewhere along the way, he’d stepped out of his pants and shoes. How the hell had he done that so easily? If she tried it, she would have ended up on her ass. His uniform shirt quickly followed, leaving her with nothing to do but take in that perfect, manly hunk of a body. It should be a crime for him to wear clothes.
She didn't have as long to contemplate Blake's nakedness as she would have liked. As soon as he’d carefully moved her 9mm aside, he tipped her onto her back with her feet high in the air. One of two things were about to happen—both of which were in the hot damn category. Blake was either going to go down on her, or he was going to fuck her silly. The height of the counter would work perfect for either.
But if he was going straight to option two, he needed to suit up. Fortunately, she kept a few in-case-of-emergency condoms in her purse. She opened her mouth to tell him that, but the words stopped in her throat.
Blake’s face was perfectly framed by her inner thighs, his tongue mere inches from her pussy. Option one appeared to be first on the menu.
The condoms could wait.
It was Blake's turn to capture her gaze as he placed his big hands under her knees and spread her legs wide. He held her legs so tightly she couldn't have moved if she wanted to. It almost felt as if she was bound. Wasn’t that a mesmerizing thought?
He slowly dipped his head toward her pussy, only to stop when his mouth was less than a half inch from heaven. He arched a brow at her.
“Say please.”
Making her beg for pleasure was a little payback for teasing him before his blowjob. She supposed she deserved it.
“Please lick my pussy,” she whispered.
His smile was devastating. “With pleasure.”
She caught her lips between her teeth, watching as he carefully ran his tongue all the way from the bottom of her pussy to the top of her clit. She gasped. Daaaammn! Blake gave her a quick wink before dipping his head to trace the same path again. Even though she knew what was coming, she still jumped as he grazed her clit.
She moved her hands down to weave them in his hair—it was what he’d done to her after all—but he stopped her
with a look. That I'm-in-charge-of-this-pussy-hands-off look. So she rested her hands on the counter and let him have his way.
When he bent his head this time, he plunged his tongue into her pussy. She squealed in surprise. His tongue was longer than she'd thought—and delightfully talented. She knew she wasn’t supposed to, but she couldn’t keep from gyrating on that velvety smoothness a little, just to see what it would feel like. Dear God, it was amazing.
Blake moved his mouth in counterpoint to her hips, thrusting his tongue deep into her wetness. She adored the fact that he wasn't in any hurry. He could have moved up to her clit and gone for the fast orgasm. God knew she was more than ready for it and wouldn’t have complained for a second if he had. But instead, he took his time and feasted on her pussy. He was clearly the type of guy who enjoyed the journey as much as the destination.
She could only take so much teasing, though. By the time he decided to have mercy on her and focus his attention on her clit, she was on the verge of begging for him to make her come.
He slipped his hands under her ass and lifted her to his mouth. After all the teasing he’d done, she expected Blake to toy with her clit, but he surprised her by closing his mouth over that most sensitive part of her anatomy and immediately twirling his tongue.
The word squeal did not begin to describe the sound she made.
She figured out damn quick why Blake had gotten such a firm grip on her ass—she pretty much went nuts. She grabbed his hair, clamped her thighs tight and held on for dear life, bucking like a bareback bronco as she gave herself over to the sensations.
There wasn't a whole hell of a lot of build up to her orgasm—all the foreplay had seen to that. One moment she was writhing in anticipation, the next she was screaming in pleasure.
She came so hard it was damn near painful, and she bucked against Blake as he drew her orgasm out longer and longer. When her clit was too sensitive to take his touch for even a moment longer, he pulled his mouth away—and slid two fingers in her pussy.
He repeatedly curled his fingers against her G-spot, as if beckoning for her to keep coming.