Open All Night

by Sahara Kelly

  Reaching the car Lou waited while she opened the locks. He was as quiet as Barbara, probably pretty pissed off as well. Neither spoke on the drive back, and it wasn’t until they were walking to her apartment that Lou finally broke the silence.

  “Putting you undercover as a hooker is a mistake.”

  “What?” She paused as she dug for her key. “What the hell do you mean by that?”

  “I mean…” Lou’s hand held the door as they walked inside. “I mean that you’re too much of a damn distraction. If you’re gonna go undercover you need to blend in, not stick out like…like…”

  Barbara’s brows snapped together. “Like what, Inspector?”

  “Like a hooker. Like an exotic call girl out of Escorts Weekly - like somebody everybody’s gonna have their eyes on and want a piece of. Okay?” He slammed the door with a little extra force.

  “No, it’s not okay. That was my assignment tonight. To look like a hooker who wouldn’t be out of place at a porn movie premiere. And don’t slam my door.”

  “Sorry.” Lou looked abashed. “I’m just pissed.”

  “Yeah, well me too. I hate it when a stakeout doesn’t give us much of anything at all. It’s a lot of work for nothing and it frustrates me.” She tossed her bag onto the hall table and kicked off her heels.

  “You want to talk about frustration?” The words were growled out behind her and in spite of herself, she turned in surprise.

  His face was shadowed. “Frustration is where not only does an assignment lead nowhere, but you get the hottest woman you’ve ever met to sit on your cock and moan while you find her clit with your fingers and play inside her. And then she gets up and leaves you.”

  Lou walked stiff-legged to Barbara. “She leaves you with a hard-on that won’t quit, the smell of her pussy all over your hands and a need to fuck her until neither of you can lift a finger. Until you don’t know whose body stops where and whose starts anyplace else.” He licked his lips. “She leaves you hungry, Barbara. A hunger that’s been gnawing at my balls. A hunger I don’t think I can control much longer.”

  Barbara’s whole body twitched with a sudden jolt of lust as Lou’s words poured over her in a shower of sensual passion.

  “So I’m giving you a choice here, while I still can. If you don’t want me…tell me to leave. Now. Because otherwise I’m gonna touch you and once I do I won’t be able to stop.”

  Barbara sucked in air and stared at him, seeing the glitter of desire in his blue eyes. She could see the rise and fall of his chest as his breath quickened and she could also see the shadow of his cock as it bulged beneath the soft leather of his pants.

  He wanted her. There was no question in her mind.

  And after tonight she knew something else with concrete certainty. She wanted him.

  She parted her lips. “Don’t go.”

  Chapter Eight

  There was a roaring in Lou’s ears as he struggled with the demon of lust clawing at his guts. Stoked by a fury that they’d missed out on their perp - something Lou found extremely aggravating - he was still thrumming with unresolved sexual heat that wanted to erupt. And preferably erupt into Barbara’s willing body.

  Two words fell from her lips and as they did, Lou reached for her. They could have been “drop dead”, “fuck you”, “fuck me” or any combination thereof. Lou didn’t care. He’d given her the option, but he had no intention of leaving her even if she tried to boot him out the door on his ass.

  She came willingly, so a part of his mind registered that she hadn’t turned him down. It was enough for him.

  His mouth came down on hers with a savage need to devour her, tongue thrusting past her lips to invade and conquer the sweet hot territory within. She groaned as she sucked him inside, giving as good as she got, dueling with him as he learned her mouth.

  They stumbled, clinging to each other, ending up against the wall. Something fell to the floor with a clatter, but Barbara held him tight, hands fisted in his hair, refusing to acknowledge anything but his kiss.

  Frantic to touch her, Lou fought the dress, finally tearing it away from her body and pushing it down past her breasts. Lips still locked to his, Barbara struggled in turn, ripping at his shirt, popping buttons, desperate to get to his bare skin.

  When chest finally met breast, both Lou and Barbara moaned in pleasure. Hard nipples pushed greedily into his muscles and she rubbed herself over the solid planes of his body, sobbing harsh breaths into his mouth. Her hands tore the shirt away from his back, eagerly sliding up and down the spine they’d uncovered.

  Slick with heat and sweat, Barbara’s flesh was everything Lou could have imagined in his most lust-filled fantasy - and more. She squirmed against him, seeking his touch, his nipples, his navel - her hands were everywhere.

  In his turn, Lou forced her dress past her hips and felt it drop to the floor. There was nothing now to stop his exploration, nothing but a tiny black silk thong. His hands gravitated to her ass and he filled his palms with the softly muscled buttocks that flexed as she wriggled against him.

  Her breasts were squashed flat and Lord knew how she’d gotten her hands on his fly, but she had. His zipper was being lowered and eager fingers were delving past the leather and the briefs to find his cock.

  She pushed his clothing down in her turn, just enough to free him and let him fall heavily into her waiting grasp.

  Lou jerked back with a grunt. “Shit, babe.” He was teetering on the edge as it was. Barbara’s gently needy stroking was gonna push him way past the point of control.

  She lifted herself onto tiptoes and rubbed the head of his cock over her silk-covered pussy, dampening the fabric with a blend of her juices and his pre-come. “I need you.”

  Lou gulped. “Wait. Wait up here. I need you too but we both need protection.” He fumbled for his pants pocket and sighed with relief as he found the little foil packet.

  “Hurry. Please hurry…” Barbara released his cock and let her hands glide up her torso to cup her breasts. “You drive me crazy.” Her fingers teased her nipples as she watched him sheathe himself.

  “Oh yeah?” He lowered his head and covered the top of one breast with his mouth, fingers and all. His tongue played over her hand and her nipple and finally suckled the whole lot - hard.

  “Jesus, Lou…”

  Hobbled by his pants, Lou couldn’t move them to anyplace else. It was going to be here and now whether Barbara liked it or not.

  “Yeah. Jesus, Barbara.” He reached between her legs, loving the way she parted her thighs even wider to permit him access to her most private places.

  His fingers slipped inside the thong to the soaking hot wetness that coated him as he delved deeply. Her scent surrounded him, much as it had in the theater, but stronger now as her arousal took full possession of her body.

  She whimpered as he found her clit and stroked it gently, teasing her, urging her into a state of trembling readiness. Her fingers bit into his shoulders and she pushed her pussy towards him fiercely.

  “Fuck me, Lou, for God’s sake. Fuck me now…”

  Lou grabbed her thong and pulled it free of her body, wondering why the hell it didn’t rip into shreds. But it held, so he ignored it and pushed his cock past the tiny strip of silk into Barbara’s fiery heat.

  Her thigh lifted high against his and she met his thrust with one of her own, a move that joined them as deeply as possible, cock to pussy, body to body.

  Barbara was the first to shudder and moan. “Oh God, oh God…”

  Lou was speechless with pleasure. The hot feel of her as she gloved him, laving him with her boiling juices, welcoming him into her fire - it was mind-blowing and he wished he could stop time for a bit just to explore the sensation.

  But she was shaking, muscles knotted and tense as she held herself embedded on his cock. He could feel her pulse throbbing through her flesh and the nipples pressing into him.

  And so he moved. Backing a little away from her, pulling his cock down and al
most out, only to plunge back in again on a grunt of need.

  She sobbed. “Yeah, oh God yeah.” Her hips mimicked his thrusts, fucking him every bit as much as he fucked her.

  It slipped past gentle moves and into hard and fast fucking - a hammering of body against body that echoed throughout the dark and silent apartment. Mewling cries were pushed from Barbara’s lungs - a syncopated soundtrack to their passionate frenzy. As the tension crested, Lou’s groans joined hers, his cock thudding hard, slicking wetly in and out and sending him rapidly down a one-way street to orgasm.

  He gasped out something incoherent as his balls contracted and his release clobbered him upside the head, the gut and most everything in between. He was blind, deaf, lost in a world where the only thing that existed was Barbara. She was panting little tiny breaths as he came inside her, eventually giving even those miniscule movements up and simply freezing to the spot as the ripples began in her inner muscles.

  Lou opened his eyes, seeking hers - aching to watch her as she climaxed around his cock. She was flushed, the color seeping from her cheeks over her neck to turn her breasts to rosy mounds that shuddered as her orgasm began.

  Her lips parted but no sound came from her throat, just a harsh rasp of air from lungs that heaved in time with the spasms gripping him so hard.

  She was as lost as Lou, her body finding a new home in the moments that swept her away from reality and along with him into a place where nothing mattered but the two of them and their mating.

  “Barbara…” Lou breathed her name in awe as she fell apart around him, a vision of passion and intensely exquisite ecstasy. He could never tire of watching her like this, of seeing her eyes turn vague as her body eased, relaxing into limp tissue as the savage grip on his cock lessened and she returned to earth.

  They staggered, both fighting for balance and losing the battle, finally sliding down the wall to reach the floor in a tangle of sticky flesh and exhausted limbs.

  Her voice was hoarse. “Oh fucking sheeeittt…”

  Lou couldn’t have said it better.

  *~~*~~*

  Barbara’s head spun as she felt the floor rise up to meet her ass. Lou was all over her, around her, still inside her and taking the brunt of the fall as they toppled uselessly against each other.

  Finally, he fell free of her body, wetly popping loose and subsiding into what was left of his clothing even as she sprawled over the remains of her dress.

  “Jesus, Barbara.” He swallowed. “Jesus.”

  “Yeah.” She cleared her throat. “That did come close to a religious experience, didn’t it?”

  He chuckled. “You can say that again. And up against the damn wall too.” He rubbed a hand over his face. “I gotta tell you that I usually have a bit more style than that. Especially for a first time.”

  She smiled tiredly. “You hear me complaining?”

  “Just promise me one thing.” He struggled to slide his pants back up past his ass.

  She sighed and dug her thong out of her thigh. “What?”

  “Next time we do this in bed so we don’t have to move afterwards.”

  “Deal.”

  “I think I need your bathroom.” He stumbled awkwardly to his feet.

  “Go ahead. Use the one in your room. I need mine.”

  “I’ll meet you in bed. Your room. Last one there gets to sleep in the wet spot.”

  Barbara grinned as she held the remnants of black silk against her body in a useless attempt at modesty. “What wet spot? We haven’t done anything there.”

  Lou smiled back over his shoulder. “Yet…”

  She gulped. “Er…”

  “Go. Hurry. We have a date to get naked this time.”

  Barbara needed no further encouragement. Staggering to the hallway she made it to her bedroom and hit the bathroom, stripping out of her useless underwear and gladly tossing the crumpled dress into one corner.

  She ran a brush through her hair, sluiced off the makeup and jumped as she heard the door rattle. “Hey, slowpoke. You gonna take all night?”

  She sighed. “Hold your horses, cowboy.”

  “I’d rather hold yours.”

  She smiled and dried the last of the moisture off her face. She was happier as herself and wanted to make sure that Lou had no secret Bambi fantasies going on when he took her to bed.

  She’d been down that road before and didn’t like it. There was an evil imp lurking in her brain that whispered horrid things about black silk dresses and big breasts and men. It was the insecurity demon that had plagued Barbara for most of her life and she hated the little fucker.

  It didn’t seem possible that Lou was one of “those” guys - the ones who needed to score with a busty blonde - but wanting to believe in something didn’t always make it so.

  “Okay. Done.” Barbara eased the bathroom door open and peeped around it. Her room was shadowed, lit only by the candle on the bedside table Lou had found. He was already in her bed, quite comfortably sprawled over most of it and - from what she could see - naked.

  He lifted the covers next to him and smiled. “C’mere, you.”

  No way could she resist an invitation like that. Barbara grinned and snapped off the bathroom light, making her way to the bed and the man waiting for her. At the edge, she paused. “I’m here. Now what?”

  Deliberately, she stood just beyond arm’s length, knowing that if Lou touched her she’d be all over him like a cheap suit. It seemed that once just wasn’t enough. A fleeting question ran through her mind…could she ever get enough of this man?

  It scared her that there was no immediate answer to her inner dialogue. But then Lou moved, rolling to the edge of the bed and licking around her navel. “Mmm.”

  She looked down at his mussed hair as his head nudged her tender flesh. Something stirred inside her, a desire to just cradle his scalp in her palms, to drop little kisses on it as she held him close. A need to fall asleep in his arms with his body spooned against hers, keeping her safe, protected, enveloped by his strength.

  She swallowed, unsure of herself with Lou, surprised at the feelings he invoked within her. They were new to Barbara, unsettling, almost discomforting. For a moment or two she considered withdrawing, running from the room and never going back.

  But then he glanced up at her, eyes glowing in the reflected candlelight. “Barbara…”

  That was all it took to send her plummeting to the mattress, tumbling around and over and under Lou’s body, twining her legs within his, her arms around whatever part of him she could find, and her lips - well, they were everywhere at once.

  She kissed as much of him as she could reach, finally ending up meeting Lou’s mouth readily with her own. Their limbs locked, their curves melded comfortably together and they kissed - deeply, reverently, enjoying the simple pleasure of learning each other this way, knowing it was a prelude to more intimacies.

  Naked skin rubbed against naked skin, the lack of a barrier between them heightening the pleasure of their embrace. Barbara felt the abrasion of the hair on Lou’s body as he crushed her to him, and she parted her thighs without consideration, anxious to get his cock aligned with her pussy.

  Although they’d taken each other less than an hour before, sex between them seemed to be like Chinese food - they were still hungry, still wanting, still needing…

  And Barbara still shuddered as Lou thrust his sheathed cock deep, moments later. Hard as nails, he touched her, played her with all the skill of a virtuoso on the female erogenous system. She was wet and aching by the time he slid home, her clit throbbing, her breasts swollen and incredibly sensitive to his every nip, lick and suckle.

  His fingers had even played daringly around her ass, surprising her with the level of response he’d aroused from his gentle touch. She was on fire once more, a burning inferno of desire for one man - a heat that only he could fuel and stoke to heights that made her dizzy and sent her world into a tailspin.

  Sliding into her second orgasm of the night, Ba
rbara held her breath, astounded at herself. Once was never guaranteed - twice was unheard of.

  Her legs wrapped tight around Lou’s hips, holding him deeply within her fiery silk. He shivered and pushed hard against her, his eyes watching her as she rolled through the savage spasms.

  Then his gaze turned vague, his lips parted on a groan and he came too, the pulsing of his cock a counterpoint to the ripples she could still feel coursing through her abdomen.

  It was a longer, gentler orgasm than their first, but equally as involving, equally as intense, stunning Barbara as waves of emotion followed the physical release. Her eyes prickled with tears and she bit back a sob - not knowing why it choked her or why the urge to weep like a stupid idiot swamped her.

  As if he sensed her need, Lou eased himself down beside her and pulled her into his arms, the pounding of his heart a steady drumbeat beneath her ear. Silently he held her, settling her comfortably against him, brushing her head with his chin and gently rubbing one hand across her cooling skin.

  It was soft and romantic and Barbara relished every single moment of it. Right up until she fell asleep.

  They turned to each other twice during the night, once to touch and marvel at the experience of being together - the other to find new paths to pleasure, new places to tease and tantalize.

  When Barbara drowsed once more the thought crossed her mind that she’d never felt so relaxed, so sated - or so safe. An odd notion for a police officer. Sleep claimed her as she tried to examine the idea.

  Waking to sunshine bright against her eyelids the next morning, she smiled. The air was redolent with the scent of Lou and sex and warmth, making Barbara yearn once more. She reached out a lazy hand - to find an empty pillow.

  Lou was gone.

  Chapter Nine

  Okay. Logically there is absolutely no need to panic.

  Barbara repeated the words for the fifth time as she struggled into her robe and headed for the kitchen. They were turning into a mantra this morning - a soothing balm to the icy little slash of pain that had shot to her gut when she’d felt that empty pillow.