10-99: Line of Duty Series

by Xyla Turner

My head nodded, confirming that I was sure.

  As sure as the sun would go down today, I was completely certain.

  Vic pulled down his shorts and after massaging his large appendage around my wet entrance, he pushed inside.

  I yelped and he immediately pulled out.

  “No, no. It’s been awhile.” I urged him. “Keep going.”

  He began to push in and out in short sessions until it was fully inside. Instead of him moving, Vic simply stared at me.

  “What?” I said.

  “Nothing, I’ve just been waiting for that look.” He began to thrust in and out of me, causing me to moan and whisper his name over and over again.

  He pulled my legs back and watched as he pushed all the way in and out; almost to the tip.

  “I wish you could see how you’re taking me?” He kept thrusting his hips in and out of me. “So, goddamn beautiful.”

  Then he took his thumb and started to circle my clit, as he fucked me into another universe. My body felt like I was about to combust. My skin was sweaty, my head fuzzy and I was seeing stars and it wasn’t even four o’clock in the afternoon.

  “Let go, sweetheart. All over me,” He uttered.

  Well, apparently that was all my body needed because my back arched as I screamed, “Fuuuuccckkk.”

  This must have triggered Vic, because he pounced on me and began to fuck me in earnest, while pulling my hair, so he could suck on my neck.

  Once he started to grunt, I knew he was close.

  “Yes, yes,” I chanted. “Yes, Vic.”

  He let out a loud growl and slowed down to a stop.

  “Goddamn,” he whispered after a minute.

  “Yes,” I said as I wiped the sweat from his back.

  The man’s body was a work of art and now that I had my hands on him, I did not want to stop.

  “Need tissues,” he twisted around to grab the bag.

  Once he cleaned us both up, he said, “Oh, Kat. Now we’ve worked up an appetite.”

  I laughed as I put back on my clothes and sat back down to eat the food. Vic pulled me to sit between his legs as he encased me with his body. At first, I thought it was weird but we ate just like that. He used one hand to feed himself and the other to keep on various parts of my body. Nothing was off limits and after we finished eating and drinking a glass of wine, Vic said that he wanted desert to be me whispering his name in his ear. I didn’t have a chance to respond before his hand was in my shorts and he was rubbing my clit again, while the other hand was cupped around my breast.

  “Shit, Vic,” I exclaimed as he kept massaging the increasingly wet area.

  “That’s right, sweetheart,” he kissed my neck that was bared to him.

  My fingers dug into his thighs as he kept rubbing my nub and then in what felt like minutes, I started to unravel.

  “Vic,” I moaned. “Oh God.”

  “I’m here,” he was taunting me.

  It was coming…

  “I’m about to come…” I moaned.

  Then I released all over his fingers. My panties were definitely soaked and needed a good washing.

  More importantly, I was without a doubt hooked on the cop and having him didn’t quench a damned thing.

  Chapter Nine

  Makeup

  VIC

  Wild-fucking-cat.

  Well, Kat.

  She was definitely my type of lady!

  We rowed back to the house and she made a note to say that she needed a shower. I figured we both did, so we should conserve water and do it together. She saw right through my theory but still dropped her clothes in her room and walked to the bathroom naked; while shaking her ass.

  Needless to say, I damn sure joined her and after an hour of cold water, nips, sucks, bites, a little humping against the wall and we both reached our climaxed, we decided to leave. That was until we heard some noises.

  “Kat,” D’asia called from outside the door.

  She turned to me with wide eyes and said, “Oh shit.”

  I’m sure I had a look on my face because she said, “I didn’t want to say anything yet.”

  “Why?” I asked.

  “Well, because we fucked literally hours ago,” she said.

  My head reared back.

  Oh.

  “In here,” I yelled. “We’re in the shower.”

  “Why did you do that?” Kat smacked the shit out of my chest and pushed me back.

  The shower jerked back as she stomped out, grabbed both towels and left the bathroom.

  “Kat,” I heard D’asia say.

  “Not now,” she barked back and slammed the door.

  Looking around the bathroom, I realized that I didn’t have a towel. She took the damn towel.

  No, she didn’t.

  I had a good mind to march out the bathroom and show her exactly what happens to bad girls in my care. That couldn’t happen because Ryan and D’asia were here.

  The door opened and I heard, “Hello.”

  “Yeah, it’s me,” I said.

  “Oh, okay. Uh, I’ll just go and start dinner.” D’asia quickly said and scurried off.

  Fuck.

  Once I made it back to the safety of my room, I started to get mad at what she did. She was pissed. I wasn’t her prior boyfriends. I wasn’t hiding shit. She’d needed to get over that because I didn’t have time for that bullshit.

  D’asia cooked fried fish, mashed potatoes and peas. The entire place smelled like seafood but not a person complained as we gathered our plates and went outside to eat around the fire.

  Kat stayed away from me for the most part and tried to act like I was invisible. We all laughed and talked for a little while longer, until I got up to get the pound cake that I bought in town.

  As I was looking for the knives, I heard the screen door shut and turned to see Kat. With her eyes on me, she walked directly towards me and said, “I’m sorry I freaked out in the shower. That wasn’t right. I shouldn’t have taken your towel and I should have faced the music.”

  She turned to leave, but I nabbed her elbow, bringing her back to me. Then I let go and closed her into the corner with both of my hands on the wall next to her head.

  “Apology accepted.” I leaned in so my lips hovered over hers.

  “Vic, look.” She tried to push me back. “Okay, I do think we should figure out what’s what. You know?”

  “I know what’s what.” I captured her lips with mine and her arms slid up and around my neck as she cupped my head.

  That’s what it is; I wanted her and she wanted me right back. Despite whatever she felt like she should or could want, she wanted this.

  I pulled back and said, “I’d never hide you. Understand? We don’t hide.”

  Her eyes looked like they twinkled just a little bit, then she said, “Yes.”

  “Good.”

  I grabbed a butter knife, the loaf of pound cake and her hand to go back out with the D’asia and Ryan. They both stopped mid-sentence and looked at our hands. I dropped the knife and cake on the table and then sat down with Kat on my lap.

  “Made up, huh?” D’asia teased.

  “Something like that,” I noted.

  Kat was about ready to pounce out of a corner; her body was stiff, she was sitting upright and her face looked like she saw a ghost. I leaned up and whispered in her ear, “Relax. We’re family, here.”

  She looked at me with wide eyes and then blinked. I pushed her thick hair back and pulled her to me, so she was resting on my chest.

  “Man, I can’t get over this view,” Ryan interjected; trying to change the subject, I was certain.

  Yeah, it was a view to remember.

  As we continued to talk, Kat began to relax on top of me. My hands were all over her, to say the least, but she didn’t stop me.

  “Time for bed,” I said when I saw something run past a bush behind D’asia. “The wildlife creatures are out.”

  “Where?” she screamed.

  “Yup, let�
�s go.” Ryan hopped up and grabbed D’asia’s hand and I pulled Kat with me.

  The four of us laughed as we entered the kitchen at what punks we were. Then we headed to our perspective rooms. Only this time, I kept walking bringing Kat along with me to my room.

  “Vic?” she asked.

  “What?” I asked after I closed the door. “We had our fourth date and now I want to consummate that we’re officially dating.”

  Her eyes grew wide.

  “Calm down.” I laughed. “Exclusively.”

  “We need to talk,” she said and pushed away. “Like now.”

  “Okay, talk.”

  “I’m not sure I want to date you?” She said, and then held up her hand. “Don’t get me wrong, okay? You’re a cool guy. Good looking and you give good head, but I don’t know and this is me being honest, Vic. Dating you goes against everything that I stand for, okay?”

  My blood started to spike in temperature with that comment.

  “What do you stand for?” I asked with steely patience.

  She stood upright and said, “I stand for black lives matter. I stand completely against police brutality and a better justice system.”

  “I stand for those same things.” I nodded. “What does that have to do with us?”

  “Well, you’re a cop and while I’ve grown to like the man, you’re still a cop and I just don’t know how to balance or even ration the two.”

  “You’re a nurse and when I was seven, a nurse stuck me with a needle so hard the needle broke off in my bicep. I was traumatized and even until this day, if I have to get a needle, I think it will get stuck. But you know what, sweetheart, I still need to get needles. I’m a grown ass man and no matter what the hell happened in the past, I need to overcome it and deal with what’s now. A wise woman told me once, I needed to seek help. Despite what I think or my past experiences, she was right and I did. Seek out that help because I need to get over shit.” I said.

  “Are you suggesting that whatever my reasons are for not wanting to deal with a cop, I need to get over it?” She asked but with one hand on her hip.

  Shit.

  “What I’m suggesting, Kat, is that you really think about who your issue is with. If it’s the abuse of cops and that has been your experience, then deal with that. If it’s the entity of authority, then deal with that. But unless your issue has to do with me, Victor Ritter, I don’t really give a fuck about that other shit. I want you, end of story. I’m not throwing the baby out with the bathwater. I know you don’t like cops and I still want you. Every part of me wants you. So, what do you say? I’ll help explore it with you. We can help each other out but Kat, I won’t miss out on this opportunity of there being an us. I’m too old for that sort of shit.”

  She stared at me for a bit and then she said, “My issue isn’t with you.”

  “That’s a start.” I gestured and wrapped my hand around the back of her neck. “What’s holding you back?”

  “I think it’s just me. You wouldn’t understand; it’s not so simple.” She shook her head. “I want to explore this but I have all of these preconceived notions that make me think this isn’t real or would never work. I’m not trying to think long term, but I’m over thirty so I’m thinking long term. My brother would never accept you. Shit half of the folks I’m close with wouldn’t. So you couldn’t come around them. And then I probably couldn’t go around your friends because I really don’t like cops. Like, anxiety attack sort of shit. Yes, there’s a reason, but as much as I might want this, I just think we’re kidding ourselves. I mean, for real, Vic.”

  Each and every point was valid but I still didn’t care.

  “Kat, I have this thing called gut feelings. In my line of work, it has helped me in so many ways because despite what everyone assumes, we can fuck up. I say that to say, my gut has never let me down. Ever. That doesn’t mean I haven’t fucked up because I have. But I trust my gut and it tells me, sweetheart, you’re a keeper. I’m willing to put all bets down on that. Friends that are real friends will adjust and if they don’t, fuck them. I bet on us. Now, how about you?”

  Her hand came up to caress my cheek as she shook her head in the negative.

  Oh no.

  “Vic,” she sighed. “For this one, I hope your gut is right. But let’s do this, okay. One day at a time. We just take it day by day.”

  Whew.

  Shit.

  “When you say that, you mean, don’t make any long-term plans?” I asked.

  “Sort of but I’m saying, let’s not rush it. You know? Let’s just do what we’ve been doing. Getting to know each other at our own pace.” She was nodding.

  “Kat, I’m not doing that anymore. That was me trying to give you time and that time is up. We can keep doing what we’re doing but I’m not slowing down. I want everything and I’m not taking less.” I said.

  The two of us stared at each other as if we had all the time in the world. Her hand dropped from my face and she backed up and said, “I guess you leave me no choice.”

  “Kat,” I called.

  She turned around and as I was about to reach for her, she took off her shirt and threw it, then she shimmied out of her denim shorts and kicked them. To make matters worse, she jumped on the king size bed, sat in the middle with her legs spread open and her arms stretched out on the bed between them.

  “Holy shit,” I exhaled.

  Reaching my arm behind my back, I pulled my shirt off and tossed it, and then my pants and crawled on the bed to meet her as she waited for me.

  “No choice, huh?” I asked as I crawled over her to the point of her falling back on the bed, giggling.

  “No, I was coerced.” She laughed.

  “Ah, is that so?” I licked her taut nipple that sat up waiting for me. “Like that? Should I keep persuading you to see it my way?”

  “Mmm, yes.” Her hands roamed all over my chest, shoulders and arms. “You’re so big.”

  “And you’re so tight. Can I see if you’re still tight for me? Those walls squeezing my cock so hard, makes me want to come every time.”

  “Keep talking like that. I love it.”

  Fuck.

  Her legs opened wider and I wrapped my hand around her panties and ripped them off of her.

  “Oh God, yes.” Her hands were pulling me down.

  My lips kissed her as she moaned deeply in my mouth. Moving my briefs down, I lined up my cock and pushed inside of her tight little pussy.

  “Oh, fuck. Sweetheart.” I groaned.

  “Yes, Vic,” she said once she adjusted and started to give it right back to me.

  Meeting me thrust for thrust.

  After a while, I placed one hand on the bed and turned us both over, so I was on my back and she was on top. She looked at me and warned, “I might scratch or bite you.”

  “Fuck, I’m banking on it,” I said before I slapped her ass.

  She yelped and began to twirl her ass around on my hard cock. Man, there wasn’t a word to describe how good it felt and how great she looked doing it. I spanked her ass again and this time she moved faster as she jerked her hips harder, causing her bum to move up and down like water. Kat’s hands roamed my chest, the faster she went, the deeper her nails went into me. I didn’t mind one fucking bit because the woman had me about to shoot my load.

  “Kat, I’m coming sweetheart,” I grabbed her ass with my hands and began to thrust inside of her.

  She leaned down and whispered against my lips, “Yes, Vic. Come inside my wet, tight…”

  I kissed her hard as I turned us over again and thrust my last few pumps before I let loose in her.

  She was fucking nuts.

  Take it one day at a time.

  Don’t tell nobody.

  Fuck that.

  Kat was going to be mine.

  Chapter Ten

  Back to Reality

  KAT

  Our time at the cabin seemed short-lived. We were there three days and since I had so many vacation hours,
I took off Friday, Saturday and Sunday too. The rest of the time at the lake house was strenuous. I thought it would be lazy sex and orgasms. No, Vic had another thing in mind, hiking trails, fishing where we had to use real worms, nature walks and things that city folk didn’t do. The last day, D’asia and I opted out because we wanted to get the grit and shit from under our nails, so we went in town to the spa. She was not surprised that Vic and I were together and she kept saying I told you so. She thinks if this undergraduate school thing doesn't go well, she'll be a professional matchmaker. I threw a grape at her head. I tried to explain that we were taking one day at a time and that we only had sex. Then she tried to explain to me that with these men, liked it or not, it was more than that. She told me about her story with Ryan and boy, was that a doozy. She said that was only book one of their lives. But if you looked at them now, they are like the best of friends. He supports her in school, work and they even get the opportunity to collaborate together with UNITE. Things were definitely looking up.

  We stayed out most of the day at the spa while Ryan and Vic did their manly thing for the day. When we reconvened, it was not lazy sex but hot sex and orgasms.

  Vic drove me home, told me to get some rest and that he’d see me tomorrow. That was fine by me because when I was with him, there was not much sleeping to be had. His stamina was excellent and lucky for me because I liked to fuck. Especially to a guy who knew how to do it right. I’d been on a sexual hiatus for a while, but Vic could probably catch me up in a month.

  Our phones had bad reception at the lake house, so I had missed a few messages, including my brother.

  When I called him back, he was pissed, “Where the fuck you been, sis? I’ve been trying to reach you for days. I even stopped by and had to hear from a neighbor that you were out of town. What the fuck?”

  “I’m sorry, it was a last minute thing for a friend. I should have told you. Sorry.” I tried to explain.

  “We had the march and shit for DaShawn Watson and that shit almost got ugly. Thankfully, someone intervened, because I was about to beat the shit out of one of those blue men. They killed that boy in cold blood and for what. This shit is way out of hand. I’m thinking we need to do something to make a statement.”