“You wearing anything underneath that coat?” he asked gruffly. Maddy shook her head.
“No... just my bra and pants.”
He ran his finger down the strap to the edge of her Mac. “So nothing between this...” he tweaked the edge of her Mac, “and this?” He slipped his finger under the strap of her bra. She shook her head, realising she was holding her breath, waiting for him to go further.
“Nothing at all.” Pulling in her stomach, she pushed her chest up towards his finger. Taking the hint he traced the edge of her collar towards her cleavage, making her shiver with anticipation as he looked into her eyes. There was a split second where time seemed to stand still. Maddy had goosebumps; her nipples were standing to attention, and her pants were getting damper by the second.
“Forget the coffee, I want to show you something else,” he said, his voice catching in his throat. He made a snap decision and pulled her by the hand along the corridor into the nearest interview room.
The door slammed shut and he locked it. “Interview in progress,” Maddy murmured, as his lips found hers. She was so wet she was leaving a damp patch on her best knickers and she felt her knees go weak as his incredible body pinned her against the wall, his mouth covering hers, making her moan, her fingers tangling in his hair. She was on fire, every kiss stoking the flames, making her weak with lust.
She could hear people talking in the corridor, just the other side of the door, voices getting louder then disappearing as people walked past. She didn’t care if anyone heard them, all she could think about was how much she wanted this guy inside her. His cock was rock hard and jammed between her thighs, and she whimpered as his leg slowly pushed hers apart, her pussy tightening as her Mac fell open, exposing her body underneath so she could feel the roughness of his uniform against her bare flesh.
“I want you,” he whispered against her lips, “to taste you, touch you.” He kissed her again. “God, I really wanna fuck you.” His words sent shivers down her spine and she pulled his lips back down to hers, biting, their mouths mashed together, almost devouring each other. “We don’t have much time,” he murmured.
As he was talking, his hands were exploring her body, stroking her bare flesh as she shivered with anticipation. His fingers slid inside her coat, easing her breasts out of her bra.
“You’re so beautiful,” he growled, gazing at her. Her skin was so soft under his hands, almost luminescent in the fluorescent glow of the strip lighting in the tiny room and he wanted to bury himself in her. He let his thumb graze her nipple, making her gasp, and she felt her knees buckle beneath her. He caught her, pulling her tighter to him, and fastened his lips over the hard peak, gently sucking.
Maddy closed her eyes, gasping as the sensation of his mouth on her erect nipple travelled down her body, making her clit ache for the same treatment. She spread her legs wider, arching up to meet his hard penis, gasping as the cold metal of his handcuffs pressed against the flesh at the top of her thigh, hard enough to bruise her skin. The pain was pleasure, heightening every sense and all she could think about was his tongue on her skin, and how much she wanted his fingers inside her. She wanted to come impaled on his cock, to feel him filling her.
“You didn’t tell me your name,” he whispered, catching her mouth again for a long slow kiss, then sliding her Mac down her arms until it dropped to the floor. Her body exposed to his gaze, she wrapped her arms around him, arching up against his chest.
“You didn’t ask,” she said, pulling him down for another kiss, “but if you tell me yours, I’ll tell you mine.” She tugged at his tie, loosening it and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, brushing her fingers through the thick hair on his chest. She wanted him naked.
“Callum,” he moaned, his voice low and full of desire. His breathing was ragged, his hands slipping further down her body, the tips of his fingers grazing her thigh.
“Hi Callum, I’m Maddy.” She gasped as he stroked her inner thigh, slowly inching higher. Holding her breath she closed her eyes, willing him to touch her. She was so wet her knickers were sticking to her, swollen pussy lips outlined as the material clung to every fold.
“Maddy,” he murmured. “Maddy, you’re a very naughty girl.” With that he pushed her back against the wall and pulled out his handcuffs.
She looked up at him, eyes wide. “Are you kidding me?”
“You had those cheap fuzzy things in your bag. I thought the real thing would be even more fun.” Before she could say anything else he spun her around, dropped to his knees, pulled her hands behind her back and cuffed her. Heat ran through her body like wildfire. It was like he could read her mind, and see straight into her secret fantasy. He bent her over, her bum exposed, her legs apart and with one swift movement, he brought his palm down over her arse, slapping her hard.
“A very, very naughty girl,” he whispered gruffly in her ear as she squealed, his hand quickly muffling her voice. “Shuuuush, shush”, he murmured, his other hand sliding over the warmth that was spreading over her bum, “someone will hear.”
Maddy pushed herself back up against him, desperate to feel his hand on her again. “You like that?” he asked, and she nodded, biting her lip. He stroked her gently, and then spanked her again, his fingers curling under and between her legs, spreading the heat to her pussy. Over and over his hand came down on her silk-covered cheeks, his fingers slipping between her legs every time, until she had tears sliding down her cheeks from the burn on her skin, her legs spread so wide, her pussy aching for him.
“You’re a very naughty girl,” he whispered, “my dirty girl.”
“Yes,” whispered Maddy, breathlessly.
“What are you?” he growled in her ear, his hand caressing her flaming bum, soothing her, his fingers sliding so close to her sopping cunt she nearly cried out with frustration. She pushed back against him. “Say it. Tell me what you are,” he moaned, his breath coming quicker against her ear. “Say it.”
“I’m a dirty girl,” she whispered, “a naughty, dirty girl,” and he ground his hips against her aching pussy, his hands sliding over her arse.
“Please, Callum,” she moaned, “please. I want you.” He turned her back around to face him.
“I think you’ve learned your lesson,” he said, smiling, his lips tracing a line from her mouth to her throat, his teeth nipping her skin. “Now, I’m going to show you what you get when you’re good.” Maddy was shaking. He was so intense, so dominant, all she wanted was to feel him pounding into her.
Callum knelt down in front of her, and his fingers slipped inside the sodden material of her pants, easing them down her legs so that she could step out of them. Gently he pushed her legs a little further apart and kissed slowly up her inner thigh until his warm breath was tickling her as he hovered over her aching pussy. Maddy let her head drop back, her whole body shaking with anticipation.
He could smell the warm, musky scent of her pussy and although he was enjoying teasing her, loving watching her face as he left her quivering with anticipation, he couldn’t hold back any more and with a moan he buried his face between her legs.
She gasped as the sensation of his tongue sent waves of pleasure through her body. Callum ran his tongue from the base of her pussy all the way up to the hard bud of her clit, slowly sucking it into his mouth, making her moan his name, as she pushed up against his mouth. Then he slid his tongue between her lips, parting her wet slit, tasting her musky scent, and she gasped, her hands in his hair, urging him deeper. Her legs were spread wide, opening herself for him.
He pulled back a little, teasing her, revelling in the way her hips bucked up towards his mouth; she was so desperate to have him back inside her. He slid his hand up her thigh and then in one movement, replaced his tongue with his fingers. Sucking gently on her clit, he slid first two then three up inside her.
Maddy gasped and he looked up at her. “God
Callum,” she whispered as he ran his thumb over her clit, stroking it as his fingers worked their magic. He kissed up over her stomach, lingering over her breasts and back to her mouth, his fingers never stopping. Maddy felt completely possessed. Her body was totally under his control. She pulled him close, her mouth finding his, running her tongue over his lips. She ran her palm over the bulge in his trousers, revelling in the way it made him moan as he pushed harder against her hand. She needed to feel him, his skin against hers and she groped for the buckle of his belt, pulling it undone. He leaned back, looking down at her hands as she wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft.
“Commando,” she smiled up at him, biting her bottom lip. “Now who’s the naughty one.” He grinned down at her. “I’m gonna make you come hard,” she whispered.
With that he pushed into her hand, fucking her fist, his own fingers still deep inside her wet lips, his thumb rotating over her desperate clit and making her arch up against him.
Maddy could feel the wall behind her, rough against her thighs, cool against her still warm bottom as Callum fingered her, pushing her backwards even as she ground back against his touch. She was breathing heavily, soft moans coming involuntarily as he tried to quieten her with kisses. She was wanton, not caring about anyone hearing them. She moaned his name, releasing his engorged penis and winding her fingers tightly into his hair.
“Please Callum, I need you to fuck me,” she moaned, her voice catching in her throat. He didn’t wait to be asked twice, his thick cock already nudging against her hot, tight slit as their bodies pressed together. With a low groan and a jerk of his hips he was buried inside her. He closed his eyes, savouring every sensation as her pussy pulled him in, sliding hungrily down over his erection. She was warm, like a velvet caress and he couldn’t help himself.
He pushed up hard inside her, slamming her back against the wall. He kissed her neck, trailing over her collarbone, his teeth nipping her. Her head dropped back, exposing more of her throat, clutching him to her, and he kissed her harder, pulling her skin into his mouth. He pulled her thigh up around his waist, his nightstick cold and hard against her, making her feel vulnerable and protected at the same time, reminding her that he was on duty, of what would happen if they were caught.
A frisson of excitement ran through her and she opened her eyes, watching his face as he thrust harder and faster inside her. Outside the station she could hear the wail of a police siren in the distance. Was fucking an on-duty policeman an arrestable offence? She didn’t care. Nothing mattered except the exquisite feel of Callum inside her.
He pulled her to face him again, wanting to kiss her. He slowed his thrusts down, teasing her, his fingers sliding between them to catch her clit again, finding the hard bud, teasing it with his fingers, stroking her, turning her legs to jelly. Maddy moaned loudly, her eyes closed.
“My naughty girl,” Callum whispered against her ear. Maddy’s whole body tingled at the way he owned her, kissing him, unable to speak as his cock pushed deeper into her, her pussy clenching around him as his fingers worked their magic on her swollen clit. She gasped as the familiar feeling butterflied in her stomach.
“Look at you, almost naked, anyone could find us. I should take you down to the cells...” His words were lost against her neck as he felt her start to shudder and convulse around him. He grabbed her arse and pulled her tighter to him, thrusting into her. Maddy could feel the ripples through her body as her orgasm took over her, waves crashing through her pussy as she arched up to meet every thrust, her breath hard and ragged as her orgasm ripped through her body and she collapsed against him, moaning his name.
Callum’s grip on her tightened and he stiffened, slamming into her, his cock throbbing, shooting his thick, creamy come inside her.
They slumped against the wall, Callum kissing her cheek, her neck. “That was incredible,” he murmured, his lips caressing her face, not wanting it to be over, needing to feel the warmth of her body against his. Maddy clung to him, too weak to stand on her own as he slowly and gently pulled out of her, leaving her feeling hollow and bereft. He stroked her cheek, kissing her again and again, as their breath started to return to normal, nuzzling against her as she stroked the nape of his neck.
Suddenly his radio on the desk crackled into life, making them both jump. “Sierra Oscar 5, from 178, Callum can you hear me? It’s all kicking off out here, where are you?”
“I have to go,” he said, stroking her cheek. “Can I see you again?”
Maddy nodded, smiling at him, and they kissed one last time, neither wanting to let the other one go. His radio crackled again.
“Sierra Oscar 5, come in, Callum, where are you? We need back-up here.”
They pulled apart and he did up his zip, putting his shirt back on as Maddy pulled up her knickers, straightened her bra and tied her Mac back around her.
“Leave your number for me, promise,” he said as he unlocked the door.
“I will, I promise,” she said, “but I can guarantee I’ll be back here next week to bail out my dumbass brother again.” He laughed, blew her a kiss and then he was gone.
She ran her fingers through her hair and leaned back against the wall, then opened the door a crack, waited until there was no one around and slipped out. She wiped the eyeliner from under her eyes, and cautiously walked down the corridor back to the cells.
As she approached she saw Dave standing waiting for her. “Where the fuck have you been?” he asked. “C’mon, let’s get out of here.”
“Hold on, I have to sign for you,” she sighed, strolling over to where Callum was back at his desk. He pushed a piece of paper towards her.
“Just your telephone number on here, please,” he said, winking at her, making her stomach do flip-flops as she scribbled it down with a kiss.
“C’mon, Maddy, let’s go, for fuck’s sake,” yelled Dave impatiently, holding the door open. Callum’s fingers grazed her hand as she passed the pen back and their eyes met. He looked over to Dave then grinned at her.
“Same time next week?” he whispered.
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Lingua Acutus
Craig J Sorensen
By the time I graduated high school, I had never entertained that I might be anything but a chef. I lived to cook.
Three years later, I realised that I didn’t like professional kitchens. Set a long line of orders in front of me, and the joy evaporated like steam over boiling pasta. I was even beginning to lose my love of cooking.
Maybe that fuelled my haste. It’s hard to come up with another reason why I landed there. The man in the crisp uniform smiled.
“Well, Marcus, you got good scores. Let’s see what’s available. Hmm. Linguist. If you can make the cut, there’s even a bonus in that field. They always need linguists.”
I liked learning languages. They were helpful in my passion for cooking. “Lingua: Latin for tongue. I’m good with my tongue.” I gave a slight bob of one brow.
The man laughed then cautioned, “There may come times when such humour will be better served with a time delay.”
“Whatever.” I signed on the dotted line.
When the cattle truck delivered us to the front of the barracks that we would call home for the next six weeks, many were surprised. Her fatigue uniform was crisp. Her head was topped with a funky little hat with one side curled up like an Australian might wear. Some were disappointed; certainly a woman Drill Sergeant could not properly train a platoon of men.
I thought I had it made. I’d always had a way with women, which was kind of a requirement, as big of a smart-ass as I had been in school.
Sergeant First Class Beecham’s first sentences to us were in a lyrical voice. “If you think I’m gonna be your mama, think again.”
There were a couple of chuckles from the platoon. Her voice distorted l
ike a death metal solo. “The only thing you need to know is that I am your Drill Sergeant. It’s my goal to make you into soldiers. Let me down, and I’ll make you regret you were born, boys.”
Across the way, a thick male Drill Sergeant walked along another line of recruits. I turned my head and watched as he stood with the brim of his hat against a Private’s forehead. The Drill Sergeant shouted some of the most vile words I’d ever heard. Not a one of them was an official curse word. Very creative. I was impressed.
“Wills?”
I turned back to SFC Beecham. “Yes, ma’am?”
SFC Beecham’s brows rose. “Ma’am?”
“Um, Sergeant?” Yes, I had heard you never call a Sergeant ‘sir.’ I hadn’t made the gender adjustment. Her approach seemed disarmingly happy. I stand six-foot-five. She was nearly a foot shorter. I looked down in her olive eyes. She yelled, “If you’re looking below the crown of my hat you’re looking too low!”
A grin erupted on my face.
Soft and quiet again. “Did I tickle your funny bone, Wills?”
“No... uh... Sergeant.” A chuckle bubbled at my Adam’s apple.
“I can’t heeeeear you!”
“No, Sergeant!”
My eyes again lowered to hers.
“Eyes front, Private!”
“That’s where they are. In the front.” Did I ever mention how much time I spent in the Principal’s office in school for being a smart-ass?
“A funny boy. There’s one in every platoon. You know what? These other boys need some instruction.”
“Uh, yes, Sergeant.”
“Who the hell asked you?”
“Nobody, Sergeant. Just trying to help.”
“You want to help? Ain’t that sweet? I need a volunteer to demonstrate a proper push-up.” She pointed to the front of the formation. I’d heard you never volunteer. But then, my comprehension of the word was not yet complete. “Get your ass in the front leaning rest position!”
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