Wreaking Havoc

by Angel Steel

  Pushing the door open and walking into the locker room, I removed my vest as I went, wanting to leave this place as fast as I could. The men followed suit behind me, removing their equipment as they all went their own way toward their lockers. Lifting the black SWAT shirt that was covered in debris from the building we’d all just raided.

  Grabbing my towel, I walked off to the shower room and turned the water on as hot as I could bear it. Stripping off the rest of my clothes and leaving them where they fell, I slid under the welcoming water. The cuts on my arms stung like a bitch. The brickwork my team blasted through covered the team completely. If it wasn’t for the fact that it was one of the largest drug busts I was on, I would have had the pleasure in pummeling the dipshits. For one, manufacturing ice, and two having mules as young as thirteen years old delivering it to the dealers.

  They had caught five mules, with ages that ranged from thirteen to twenty-five years old. The younger ones were easier to break. We found out the name one of the dealers that supplied the east coast, but it wasn’t the main one that was on their radar. No, all the ones they’d raided in the last six months were low case files. But they were getting closer to the big deal, it was right there waiting for me to find.

  Grabbing the soap to wash the shit that was covering me, I ignored the pain shooting up my arms from the cuts. Lathering the soap up and sliding it over my body, my thoughts vanished from the raid and my team to the one woman that held my heart. Everything about her drove me wild. From her sexy laugh to the sexy blush that covered her cheeks when I whispered dirty things I wanted to do to her body. The way she seductively swayed her hips on purpose, demanding my attention. Even when she was angry and fought over the stupidest thing, it still got my dick hard.

  And of course one of those moments was now.

  The way her body felt against mine. The sexy little smirk she gave me before she dropped to her knees and took my cock into her mouth. It never was a shock when she did that, but it was, when she dropped to her knees before I left for work this morning. She never ceased to amaze me.

  My hand went to my dick but unmoving. I wasn’t going to jack off when I had the real thing waiting for me at home. Groaning, letting my erection go, I quickly washed myself getting rid of the crap that covered me and turned the water off. I wasn’t going to spend any more time than I had to here. I needed to get home and be buried deep inside my girl.

  I had on my jeans when Brook and Glen walked in saying some shit about a woman they had both met two nights ago.

  “She wanted me dipshit, not you.” Brook slapped Glen on the back as he moved past him.

  “Fuck off, she did Brook. She was all over me at the bar,” Glen growled.

  “Ladies, I’m sure she wanted you both.” I couldn’t help but patronize them.

  “Who the hell you calling ladies, loser?” Glen called out.

  Brook slid up next to him at his locker. “So, want to go to the bar tonight? Heard there’s gonna be something extra there.”

  “Nah, got plans with my girl,” I told him. I wasn’t up to going anywhere, only home.

  “Aww, come on man. You have Amelia to go home to every night. Spend some time with your mates, she won’t mind.” Brook pouted, well tried too.

  “I’ve spent the last week with you at work. Why the hell would I do that in my own spare time?” I didn’t look at him as I reached for my bag and closed my locker.

  “Work’s different. We have to spend that time together. Plus, you love me, man. You know you do.”

  “In your fucking dreams, Brook. I don’t swing that way.”

  “You want me, just like everyone else does.”

  Laughing. “Yeah, not me. Have a good night boys, see you all bright and early at 06:00 hrs.”

  Brook wasn’t really after me. Well shit, I hoped not. I didn’t mind if any of my men were gay, which I knew two of them were. It was their business. Whatever, man or woman that keeps you happy, I didn’t care. I just don’t want to hurt one of my men because they were trying to get into my pants. I didn’t bat that way.

  Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I made my way out of the compound and toward my truck – my second girl. Amelia was my first. I threw my bag across the front seat, then jumped in and started the engine. It purred to life like a kitten. Well, there was one other thing that purred the right way for me and it wasn’t my truck!

  I needed to get home. Now.

  Pulling out of the carpark, I made my way to the gate and waited while the truck in front was being scanned. Every vehicle was scanned coming in and out, and it was protocol. Pulling up to be next, the machine began to beep and shift along the bottom of my truck. Jeff, one of my men, walked out of the box and tapped on my window.

  “Hey, Dante. Long time.”

  “Hey Jeff. It’s been a while. How’s it been?”

  “Good man. Cherrie finally agreed to move in with me last weekend.”

  “Really. How’d you get her to do that?”

  “She wants me, what can I say.” Jeff laughed.

  Shaking my head, I laughed alongside him. “Of course, she does. You have a great catch there, Jeff. Don’t fuck it up.”

  “Won’t happen, Boss. See you around.”

  “Same to you, bro.”

  Shifting into first gear, I left the box and made my way home. Our home. The one place I would rather be than here. The one place that was heaven to me, rather than the hell I call work. It took me over ten minutes till I parked in my driveway. Ten minutes of complete torture wanting the woman I love.

  Pushing the door open, I jumped out, grabbed my bag in the process and practically ran toward the front door. This was my haven. I could do whatever I wanted behind these closed doors and Amelia loved every second of it with me. As soon as I walked through the door and heard her voice, I wanted her. The way she wore her cute little T-shirt, that hugged her like a second skin while she was cooking dinner, had my full attention. I stood back and watched as she moved around the kitchen, going from the stove top to the sink, then the fridge. What I couldn’t take was when she leaned over and removed something from the oven, her perfect ass in the air swaying from side to side, with completely nothing on under it. My dick was hard when I walked in the door, now it was like granite, pulsating against my jeans, busting to get out.

  Placing my bag quietly on our sofa, I made my way into the kitchen and listened as she sang some song. I didn’t care what she was singing, it was the way she moved her body while she sang. Stepping lightly toward her, my hands shot out and grabbed her hips, pulling her flush against my body.

  “Holy shit,” she screamed. She squirmed in my grip, my hands tightened on her hips as I pushed my aching dick against her ass.

  “Dante,” she whimpered.

  “Baby, why aren’t you wearing any underwear?”

  Still holding onto her hip, my other hand slid up her body and lingered under her breast. Her chest rose and fell quickly, in time with my own. My hand shook as it sat under the weight of her breast. Waiting, I have no idea why.

  “I wanted to surprise you,” she purred while pushing her ass back against my jeans.

  “Well, it was one hell of a surprise to walk in and see you bent over with nothing on under this shirt,” I say sliding the T-shirt up and exposing her creamy white thighs.

  “Dinner will get cold, Dante.”

  “I’d prefer to have dessert first, baby.” My hand traced down and over her belly, moving slowly down to her hip. Her own hands gripped my thighs as she held on. Moving my hand further down to the one place I wanted to be in right now. Edging my way across her hip and down I lightly grazed my fingertip over her clit. “Sweetheart, you’re already wet for me?” I whispered into her ear.

  “I’m always wet for you, Dante.” The way my name came from her mouth had my balls pulling tight under my dick. I nudged my fingers down lower to her pussy, circling, before entering ever so slowly into her wet heat. Her walls closed around my fingers, gripping me right
there. My hips began to rock into her ass, wanting nothing more than to rip my fingers from her depths and fuck her like I know she wanted. But I wanted her to beg me for my cock.

  Her nails dug into my thighs, loving the slight pain she gave me, heightening my pleasure, as well as her own while I ground my erection harder into her ass. Her sweet moans echoed throughout the kitchen, as my fingers continued to slide in and out of her. I felt her legs shake against my own while she struggled to stay upright. Walking her forward as my mouth found her neck and I nipped at her skin, causing her body to shiver alongside mine.

  “Dante,” she whispered my name again.

  I didn’t want to talk. All, I wanted, was to feel Amelia wrapped around me any way I could get her. Spinning her around to face me, I crashed my mouth to hers. Our lips moved together, as one. Sliding my tongue into her mouth and moaned as she sucked on the tip of it. Her hips ground against my own and then suddenly I felt her hand trace over my obvious erection. I loved her hands on me. The soft against the rough and hard.

  I heard the sound of my zipper coming undone and groaned as her hand wrapped around my cock. My mouth left hers and made its way over and down her neck. Grabbing her honey blonde hair in my fist, I pulled her head back, erupting a gasp from her lips and forced her to look at me.

  “What do you want, Lia?”

  Her eyes, the shade of the darkest part of the ocean, are fully dilated with how aroused she is. Fuck! I knew mine would be too with the way her hand tightened and held still onto my dick. I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to. If I did or encouraged her I’d blow my load way too fucking early. Trying to control my breathing the best I could while being around her, I stepped back and waited for her answer.

  Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her nipples erect and pressed tight against the T-shirt she wore drawing my eyes straight to them. Licking my lips, wanting her completely naked right then and my lips wrapped around each one. My hand moved on its own toward my jeans. Lifting my head up, I watched her across from me as I wrapped my hand around my cock and began stroking at a steady pace. Her eyes fell to my crotch, glued there, watching my every move. Taking one step toward her.

  “What do you want, Lia?” I asked again.

  Her tongue shot out and glided along her bottom lip. Holding the moan back, I watched as she dropped to the floor right in front of me and reached out for my leg and pulled me toward where she now knelt.

  “I want you, Dante.”

  Damn, I love hearing those exact words coming from her mouth.

  “And what part of me do you want most, Lia?” I couldn’t help but push that little more with her. I wanted the exact words coming from her lips. So she knew what she had to say.

  Her hand slid up my leg and pulled my jeans further down and out of the way. She wrapped her hand around me yet again. Although it was only for seconds, but those seconds without a single touch from her killed me. I needed everything from her.

  “I want you in my mouth, Dante. I love sucking on your…” Her mouth surrounded the head of my dick, sucking hard once, “cock. I love how…” Sliding her beautiful mouth all the way down the length of it, holding for a second and coming back up, “hard it gets around me. Knowing I did this to you.”

  Oh shit! I was done for. But I loved having her mouth on me. I loved when she talked dirty and I know it turned her on more too.

  Her mouth covered me again. Both my hands flew to her head, holding her there while I began to rock back and forth. Short thrusts. Long deep thrusts. Her knees pushed open wider and I watched as one of her hands slid down her body and began playing with herself. She knew I could never last that long when she started doing that. Growling, I pulled myself from her mouth and glanced down at her. The little minx grinned up at me from where she sat. Leaning down, I placed my hands under her arms and lifted her from the ground. I didn’t give her the chance to use her legs as I lifted her higher, forcing her to wrap around me. Her legs automatically went around my hips, her pussy brushed over the head of my cock as I moved us both backward and flush against the wall the in kitchen.

  Pressing her back harder into the wall, I gripped my cock in my hand and rubbed it along her opening. Her juices covered me, readied me to take her the way we both wanted. Her hips followed my movement. Her whimpers drove me crazy. I knew as soon as I was inside her body, I would be done for. I’m prolonging it, I needed to.

  “You want my cock inside you, baby?”

  “You know I do, Dante,” she panted. Her legs tightened around my hips, pulling me closer into her. I positioned the head of my dick at her entrance.

  “Ready? I can’t be gentle, baby.”

  “Fuck me now—”

  That’s all she got out as I slammed forward and buried myself completely inside her. Her walls clamped around me, holding me there like I wanted to retract my steps. No way was that happening. I leaned my head against hers, both of us breathing heavy and waited while she adjusted to the forced entrance.

  “I need you to move, Dante,” she moaned.

  Leaning back so I could watch her, I pulled back and slammed forward harder than before. Her heels dug into my bare ass, edging me on. Her nails raked down my arms, leaving streak marks in their wake as I begun moving in and out.

  “Oh, God,” she gasped out.

  “Not God, sweetheart,” I managed to say, while fastening my pace. Her back arched from the wall, pushing her breasts into my face. I ripped the shirt from her body in one clean sweep, then lifted her hands above her head, holding them there then leaned down taking one of her nipples into my mouth. Sucking. Biting. Pulling. Her pussy gripped me like nothing I’d felt before.

  “Shit,” she hissed.

  Letting go of the nipple I had and moved over to the other, not leaving it left out and continued to do the same to that one. Her hips bucked against my own as my thrusts became more urgent. I could never get enough of her.

  “Harder, Dante. Please,” she screamed at me.

  Growling, ripping my mouth from her nipple, I leaned back and pulled out enough that the head of my cock was still inside of her, then harder back into her depths.

  Screams of pleasure exploded from her mouth while I continued to pound into her.

  “I’m close,” she barely got out.

  “I know baby. Together, okay?”

  Her head moved slightly telling me she was with me.

  Letting go of her hands, I gripped her hips, holding her where I wanted her and fucking her with all I had. Every stroke was harder than the last. I couldn’t hold myself back. My balls pulled up tight. The tingling rose up my back as I felt her erupt around me.

  “Dante,” she screamed out as she came all over my cock.

  The sensation of her walls continuing to clamp along my dick had me throwing my head back, calling out her name, “Lia,” as I exploded deep inside her. I slowed my pace down until I stopped fully and rested my head against hers. Our breathing mixed together as it gushed from our bodies.

  “I love you always, Dante,” she whispered, trying to get her breathing back to normal.

  “I love you too, always, Lia.”

  I did. She was my world. There was nothing on this earth that I wouldn’t do for my girl. Anything she wanted she would have. I’d make sure of that. And the one thing I couldn’t wait to do after dinner was ask her to be my wife.

  It was mine and Dante’s one-year wedding anniversary this week, and I had the best present for him. Well, I hoped I did. I’d planned the perfect evening for us both and then I would give him his present. I was a little nervous about giving it to him. I didn’t know why I was, but for some reason, a small part inside of me knows deep down he wouldn’t like it. I’ve doubted myself constantly ever since I figured out what to give him.

  Dante was due home tomorrow the day before our anniversary. As he still worked on the police force, there was a case that needed him up-state. Since he was the best officer for the job, he had to go. I hated that he was the one chosen for it, b
ut that was his life – a police officer, to protect and serve.

  I’d known coming into this relationship what it’d be like to be with someone on the force. I remembered that I told myself that I wouldn’t get involved with anyone in the law, but Dante was persistent. Well, more like a stalker if you ask me. Wherever I was, he was there as well. Coincidence, he told me that day we’d met again. Of course, it wasn’t a coincidence that he was there that day at the grocery store. It was him, constantly following me and I knew that, he just never admitted it to me.

  Grinning to myself, I held onto the little piece of paper in my hands and walked toward the restaurant where I was meeting my brother. It wasn’t anything fancy, but I didn’t care, as long as I got to see Dwayne that was fine. Moving around the couple that was in front of me, I could see the sign, ‘Laffy’s’ up ahead. Pulling my bag tighter against me, I approached the front of the building. Glancing around looking for my brother’s truck, I noticed a familiar truck parked across the road. Frowning, I edged toward the curb to get a better look. It looked an awful lot like Dante’s truck. But he wasn’t here, he was up north. I had watched him drive away in it.

  Shaking my head, knowing it wasn’t his truck; I stood out front of Laffy’s and waited for Dwayne to arrive. Pulling out my phone, I decide to send Dante a message.

  Lia: Hey babe, how’s it going up there?

  I looked up again, as I heard a truck go by. Nope, not what I’m after. Shifting closer to the shop front, I don’t know why my brother decided on this place or this time of the night. It was too late to be out and I’d prefer to be tucked up in my bed reading a book. It was that kind of weather. My phone buzzed with an incoming message. Smiling, I swiped the front screen bringing up the message.