by Dani René
As soon as I got home last night I jumped in the shower to relieve the tension caused by Jasmine Archer. “Hey man, what’s up with you?” I turn to Xander and shrug. He’s been my partner for far too long for me to hide the fact that I’m smitten. And the look he gives me tells me exactly that. “Don’t give me that it’s nothing shit. Did you get laid last night?” He chuckles, flopping into his chair.
“No, I did not get laid last night.” I pull up the file I was working on and try to ignore my partner, but he’s not one to give up easily.
“Did she turn you down?” The question irks me more than I care to admit because she didn’t necessarily refuse me, but she didn’t ask me to stay.
I sigh and lean back, meeting the green stare of my partner. The man is a walking fucking GQ ad and whenever we go out, there is always an abundance of women around him. They’re like flies on shit. I told him that once and he punched me. I, in turn, returned the favor and since then, we’ve been best friends.
“No, she agreed to dinner tonight.”
This grabs his attention because he leans forward and waits for more, which I don’t give him. “Come on, man, I need info. The famous Dane Brawley is taking a girl on a date? Or did you mean she agreed that you could have dinner?” He waggles his eyebrows and I know exactly what he means. As much as I’d love to eat her until she’s screaming my name, I figured I’d wine and dine her first.
“Both. I think I can take her to dinner and then show her how a real man feasts.” His laugh is loud, which echoes through the station, and we get some strange looks from the other officers. They all know we’re the jokers of the precinct.
“So who’s the lucky girl?” I stare him down, knowing that as soon as I mention her name, he’ll be all over this. “Don’t hold out on me, bro.”
“Jasmine.” I turn away and stare at my screen, but I can feel his eyes on me. Burning a hole right through my fucking face.
“No fucking way. The Jasmine?” I nod. “Holy shit, I’d love to tap that pert little ass. Fuck, dude. You need to tell me every detail.”
“I’m not telling you shit, man. She’s all mine, and I’m going to enjoy every smooth, soft inch. So you can forget it right now.” I can’t help chuckling at him. Yeah there have been times we’ve gone into detail about a girl we’ve been with. But for some reason, I want this little star all to myself.
Pulling up to the enormous estate, I notice the little sports car parked in her drive. Lowering my window, I reach out and push the buzzer. Moments later, that sweet voice comes through the speaker. “Dane, I’ll open the gate in a sec.”
“Thanks, Baby Doll.” The sleek steel gate slides open and I pull in behind her. I exit my car and head toward the front door, which is already cracked. The house smells like freshly baked cake, or cookies as I enter.
“I’ll be right there,” she calls from somewhere in the house, but I don’t respond. Walking through to the staircase, I silently climb each step while I wait for her to appear. When I reach the landing, she still hasn’t come out of either of the rooms.
There’s a soft scent of berries coming from the bathroom I pass, and when I reach a door that’s slightly ajar, I step forward and the sight that hits me is like a fucking solo porno video. Jaz is standing there dressed in the skimpiest panties I’ve ever fucking seen. The soft pink silk hugs her pert ass cheeks and the bra cups her tits like it was painted on, and, my God, I want to peel it off.
She’s pulling her hair into a messy bun and every time her arms move up, her tits bounce. My cock is rigid steel behind my zipper. This woman is going to be my downfall. Her long legs are perched in four-inch heels that pull her calf and thigh muscles taut. Fuck, I want to wedge myself between them all fucking night.
“You enjoying the show?” Her voice cuts through the lust that’s swirling my vision and I shake my head to clear the filthy images I had playing on a loop in my head.
“Oh darling, you better believe it. How about you give me a little twirl, just to get the full effect.” I chuckle, but to my surprise, she does. On those fuck me heels she does a perfect twirl and the triangle of material covering her pussy is perfectly shaped. Her thighs are beautifully toned. Her flat stomach glints, and I realize she’s got a tiny jewel in her belly button.
Every fucking inch of her is like a heavenly doll. Perfect. As if she’s been sculpted by the hand of a master puppet maker and I want to play with her and make her body bend in deliciously dirty ways. “Fuck,” I groan and she giggles.
She walks over to the bed and takes the dress from the comforter and pulls it up her thighs until it hugs her curves. “Can you zip me up?” She glances at me and I step into the bedroom, which is all soft colors suits her perfectly. A large bookshelf along half the one wall and the other made entirely of glass, showing off the famous Hollywood sign.
“Is this where I’ll be taking this dress off later?” I question, and as I pull the zipper up, I tease the smooth skin on her back. She trembles and I can’t help smiling.
“Don’t get too far ahead of yourself, Officer. I don’t just allow anyone in here.” She turns and we’re almost at the same height. I’m tall so those shoes add to her possibly five foot six height.
I lean in and offer her my cocky smirk.
“You know what I think, Baby Doll? You’d like to bring me in here because you know that I’d give you more pleasure than any of your famous boys on set. Come on, let’s go.” I turn, leaving her gaping at me. Heading down the stairs, I hear her heels clicking behind me as she follows me.
Once we’re in the car, I start the engine and it roars to life. As I pull out onto the road, Jasmine wiggles and the soft pink hemline inches higher, exposing her thighs. “If you keep looking at me like that do you think we’ll get through dinner?” she quirks. My gaze snaps to her then back to the road.
“Probably not, but I wanted to prove I’m not an asshole.” She shifts again and the smooth skin on display makes my mouth water and my cock hard.
“Then take me back to my place and show me.” Her voice is low, barely a fucking whisper, and I pull onto the shoulder. Stopping the car, I turn to her.
“You’re getting a date, whether you want it or not. Who knows, we could have some fun while we’re out,” I offer and speed down the road.
Music fills the space around us, and she shifts in her seat to regard me.
“So, Officer Brawley, tell me more about you?” she asks in a light tone, but I don’t want to talk about me. I want to know about the woman who’s been stuck on my mind all day.
“Ladies first,” I quip and she giggles. It’s a soft melodic tone, one I could get used to hearing.
“Well, you know who I am. My life is all over the front pages of the tabloids every day,” something in her tone has me glancing at her. Sadness. I can’t imagine having to live like that, where everyone knows you and what happens in your life.
“That’s true, but I want to know what they don’t print,” I tell her honestly. Pulling up to the restaurant, I find a parking spot near the door and kill the engine. Turning in my seat, I regard her with a smile. When I lean in, she trembles at my nearness and I whisper in her ear. “Let’s get some dinner and you can tell me all your naughty little secrets.”
“As long as you tell me yours too,” she says, and with that, she’s out of the car and I’m left shaking my head at this feisty little star.
As we make our way into the restaurant, my hand finds the small of her back, guiding her with the lightest of touches. Electricity shoots through my hand, up my arm, and straight to my chest. I’ve never been so enamored by a woman before. There’s something about this blonde little doll that makes me want to learn more than just how beautiful she is when she unravels below me.
“Table for two,” I tell the waitress, and she leads us into the open space, which is fairly quiet since it’s a weekday.
“I’ll be sending a waiter over shortly. Let me know if you need anything.” She smiles and leaves us. T
he booth is in a corner, which is perfect for what I have in mind. Once we’re seated, I lift the menu and glance over at her.
“I hear the pasta is really good here.” Her bright blue eyes peek up at me, and she places the menu back on the table.
“Then that’s what I’ll have,” she confirms with a lift of her chin and confidence painting her pretty features.
“So you’re not one of those girls worried about carbs?” I quip playfully and she shakes her head. Sleek blonde hair shining in the dim lighting of the restaurant.
“Not really. I love food, so I’m not going to deny myself. If I like it, I’ll have it.”
“Fair enough. So then tell me, why acting? Is it something you’ve always wanted to do?” I sit back, watching her reaction. A small smile lights her face, sending my heart racing.
“Yes and no. I’ve always been involved in theatre, but the show came out of nowhere. It was a surprise that they wanted to put me on screen. I’m more laid back. I don’t like the limelight. I just want to do something I love, rather than have my name and life splattered across the pages of a magazine.”
“Can I get you anything to drink?” A girl, possibly about eighteen smiles at us, notebook poised ready to take our order.
“I’ll have a lemonade and we’ll both have the pasta carbonara.” I order for us both quickly, needing to be alone with her again. Who am I kidding? This woman has me entranced.
“And I’ll have the lemonade as well,” Jaz says with a kind smile. I’ve always thought famous actresses were airheads, but this woman has so much more to her that it makes me want to learn everything I can about her. More than I thought possible.
Silence settles around us, but it’s not an awkward one. It’s comfortable, and I relish the feeling of being with someone. “You look beautiful, you know.” Her gaze darts up in surprise and a soft pink colors her cheeks.
“Thank you, Officer. You scrub up pretty well yourself.” She settles back, teasing me with a naughty smile, and I shift closer to her. The scent of cotton candy invades my senses and my cock thickens in my slacks. The waitress appears with our drinks, setting them down with a flourish, then disappears, leaving us alone in the corner once more.
“You’re different than what I imagined you’d be.” The words fall from my mouth and she grins, looking at me with mischief dancing in her eyes.
“And you’re not quite the asshole I thought you’d be.” She places her hand on my thigh and my body tenses as I try to hold on to my restraint. She’s incredibly beautiful. Her body was built for fucking, and her lips, those goddamn lips.
Leaning in, I brush my lips over her ear. “No, I’m not an asshole. However, if you knew what I wanted to do to you… what I was thinking right now... Well, let’s just say we wouldn’t be sitting here.”
Her breathing hitches as her chest heaves. I don’t need to look, but I know her nipples are hard. “Don’t tease, Dane, it’s rude.” she says in a raspy tone, and I know she’s as affected by me as I am by her. My hand snakes up her thigh, pushing the soft material of her dress higher. The smooth skin below my hand prickles with goose bumps and her rapid breaths are audible.
“I wasn’t teasing, Baby Doll,” I murmur along the curve of her neck. When my hand reaches the apex of her thighs, a small whimper falls from her lips. “You’re wet,” I hiss through my clenched jaw. “Did you rub your little pussy thinking of me last night?” I question, but she doesn’t answer. Slipping my finger under the elastic of her underwear, I find her drenched sex. Smooth and warm.
Jesus, I can only imagine how good it would be to have my cock inside her.
“Dane, there are people around…” she whimpers, gripping my wrist tight in her delicate hand.
“I don’t give a fuck about people,” I growl, stroking her pussy until she’s writhing. Just as she reaches the precipice, I wrench my hand from her and sit back in time for the waitress to set our meals on the table.
“Enjoy,” she says in a friendly tone, and I bring my fingers to my lips, licking the sweet honey from them.
“I definitely will. Thank you.” I don’t do relationships. In my line of work, I don’t want a woman sitting up waiting for me night after night. But I have a feeling this woman may put a stop to my thinking and if I’m honest, I wouldn’t mind coming home to her every day.
Dinner progresses without any more teasing, and I enjoy listening to her talk about her family. As an only child, she’s become accustomed to being on her own. Everything about her has me hooked. Completely and utterly.
An hour later, we’re in the entrance hallway of her place, and I’ve got her pressed against the door, her back flush with the cold glass. “I’m going to rip this piece of material you call a dress off this beautiful body,” I growl, and she noticeably shudders. “Then I’m going to worship every inch of your smooth skin. And after, you know what?” I reach behind her, tugging the zipper down and pull the dress from her body. “I’m going to fuck you relentlessly until you pass out.” Without thinking, I grasp her wrist and tug her over to the large dining room. With my hands on her hips, I lift her and place her on the dark mahogany table. “Time for my second course.” I settle on the chair between her legs and meet her hungry gaze with a wicked smirk. “I want you to open those long legs and play with yourself,” I order.
“Dane—”
“Do it. Touch that pretty pussy for me.” Her hand tentatively reaches between her legs, and I wait. This is pure torture but I want to take her out of her comfort zone. To show her she’s fucking beautiful. “Move your panties to the side, I want to see you. I want to see how wet that gorgeous cunt gets for me.” And she does, like a good girl.
As she tugs her panties to the side, I groan loudly. She’s got a thin landing strip leading to the prettiest bare pussy I’ve ever seen. Her fingers tease and stroke the smooth lips and I am straining against my jeans. Fuck, this girl is gorgeous. Her head drops back and I can’t take anymore. “Stop.” Her hand flies off her sex and I reach forward, helping her out of those tiny panties.
With both hands on her inner thighs, I push her legs wide. Lifting her ankles, I place her feet on the table, opening her up like a flower. I dive into my dessert and it’s the sweetest treat I’ve ever tasted. Her slick folds glisten and I lap at her like a dying man in need of his last breath. She’s panting, leaning back on the table, begging, crying out, and pleading. Although, I’m not sure what for.
Sliding two fingers inside her, I feel her heated walls tighten and pulse around my digits. She’s so fucking tight. I pump my fingers in and out while her whimpering only intensifies. She’s screaming my name, she’s calling for God—I guess she didn’t know we’re one and the same. Her begging for release does me in and I gladly give it to her.
The man is a pussy-eating god. I’ve never felt anything like it. His tongue swirls over my clit, sucking it into his mouth, grazing his teeth over the hardened nub like it’s his favorite candy. The release I’m aching for tightens my whole body, heat sears my skin and I cry out one last time as he teases my puckered hole while his fingers crook inside me, rubbing that sweet spot, over and over again.
I shatter, tiny pieces of me fall to the ground as I slowly come down from the high. He slips his fingers from me and rises to his feet. “You’re beautiful when you come, Baby Doll.” His words are saccharine after the filthy act he just performed on me. Don’t get me wrong, I loved every moment, but I’m still a newbie to a man taking me like this.
“Dane, I’ve, I mean…” I’m unsure how to tell him that I’ve only ever been with one other man. A man who ripped my heart to shreds. I’m not looking for love; I just need to feel good again. And I know Dane is the man to make me feel really good. So why am I sitting here scared shitless?
Dane levels his eyes on mine, studying me. “Baby Doll, let’s get you to the bedroom. I’ve always been taught to eat at the table, now that I’ve done that, we can have some fun on that king-sized bed of yours.”
We ha
stily make our way to my pretty bedroom. I say pretty because seeing a real man like him in here feels odd. He looks out of place. All rugged and muscular, surrounded by creams, white, and flowing fabrics. He turns to me, waiting, and as his gaze drinks me in, I feel the heat rising from my neck all the way to my cheeks.
He doesn’t say a word. Instead, he unbuttons his shirt and discards it on the chair at my dresser. One look at him, and I’m already needy to feel his sculpted planes pressed against me. His stomach is all dips and ridges, beautifully cut abs with an obvious V pointing to something hard and bulging in those dark jeans.
His shoulders aren’t huge—they’re perfect, chiseled jaw with just a light dusting of stubble and those incredibly hungry eyes.
“On the bed, baby. I want to see you on your back.” I am about to toe off my heels when he growls. “Leave the heels on, you’re fucking sexy in them.” I climb up onto the soft cotton of my comforter and lay back. Once he’s down to his boxers, I can see his muscled thighs, thick and corded. He pushes his boxers down, and I can’t help gasping.
A thick, hard cock juts out, and I know that’s going to hurt. He must easily be nine-inches long. He crawls up and over me, placing a soft kiss on my lips before kneeling and ripping a small foil packet. It’s hypnotic, watching him sheath his impressive erection. Then he’s over me again, and when the tip of his dick nudges me, my hips rock instinctively. “Does my baby want me?” I nod, biting my cheek to keep from smiling.
He reaches a hand between us and strokes my sopping core, the remnants of my earlier orgasm still evident. With such a slow torturous movement, he slips into me. Inch by inch. My body aches, the intrusion stretching me to my limits, and I cry out as the pain mixed with pleasure takes over me. “So fucking tight, Jaz,” Dane growls in my ear, sending me spiraling. Our bodies move together and I’m lost to the pleasure of this man inside me.
“Dane, oh God, please, oh…” I can’t form words, so my moans and whimpers are intelligible. He reaches between us, circling my clit and my body quakes with a release that I know is about to rip through me. His hot mouth latches on to one nipple sucking it hard. When he bites down, he pinches my clit at the same time as he drives his balls deep inside me, sending me over the edge. I’m splintering, flying, soaring. I cry out as I feel myself squeeze him inside me.