Iron Soldier

by Katie Ford

  Officer Davies didn’t even bother to answer, merely diving into my folds again and making me moan. I was bent horizontal over the trunk now, my cheek pressed against the cold metal and breasts smashed flat against the hard surface. But every part of me was sizzling from my tingling cunt to the jolts that shot from pussy to nipples with every lick of that warm tongue.

  “Oh oh oh!” I cried again, mewling and writhing while simultaneously trying to push my pussy further into his face. “Oh!”

  “Shhh,” he growled into my folds, lightly patting my opening with the flat of his hand. “Otherwise she’s gonna hear.”

  I bit my lip, closing my eyes as every cell in my being focused on where our bodies met. His warm tongue licked up one side of my slit before trailing dangerously close to my dark pucker. Then in one fast thrust, his tongue was inside me and I writhed again, juices gushing from my interior.

  “Unnh!” was my muffled cry. By now, I’d stuffed my scarf in my mouth, eyes closed as my pussy was tongue-fucked by the gorgeous alpha. “Oh mmmph!”

  “Holy shit, you taste good,” he growled into my humid pink. “Fuck you’re so delicious, Marisa.”

  And with that, my pussy exploded on him. And I mean exploded, exploded. It clenched down once, hard, before dissolving into a series of tremors and to my shock, a powerful stream of juice squirted out from between my legs.

  But Officer Davies was prepared. He caught the spray, his mouth fastened to my cunt so that it literally pulsed down his throat, the man gulping every drop down. My cheeks colored as my breasts heaved, all of me feeling so good.

  “Mmmph!” I cried out again in helpless ecstasy. “Unnnh, oh god.”

  And the police officer finished me up. As my pussy gradually calmed, he licked every part of the pink leaving not an inch untouched. Finally, the man sat back on his heels, and damn if the alpha didn’t smack his lips with satisfaction.

  “You taste real good, little girl. That was a nice treat for a snowy night.”

  My eyes opened blearily as they focused on the man in back of me. But Officer Davies moved quickly, helping me stand once again and straightening my skirt so that it hid my still-pulsing pussy.

  “You’re gonna be alright,” he whispered in my ear. “Stand up straight, atta girl.”

  And with that, he gave me a gentle push forwards. In a daze, I wandered with weak knees until I was once more standing next to the Honda Accord.

  “Did everything go okay?” Jenna asked through the window. “You were talking to him for a long time. I could hear your voices.”

  I had to get myself together before getting back into the car. So I took a deep breath and straightened my skirt once more. The flush in my cheeks could be attributed to the cold weather and I smiled wanly before opening the car door and sliding in.

  “Yeah, everything’s fine,” I demurred. “Why?”

  “Because you don’t have to kiss up to him anymore,” squealed Jenna. “Look what I found!”

  And sure enough, within her fingers was her proof of insurance.

  “It was in my purse at the bottom,” she confided. “Thanks for talking with him while I looked. That was just the break I needed.”

  She leaned out her window then, brandishing the piece of paper.

  “Officer, Officer!” Jenna cried out triumphantly. “I have it! I have insurance, see?”

  But Officer Davies was already done with us. He wandered up to the door, plucking the card from her hand and took it briefly. I couldn’t even look his way, instead staring straight ahead as my cheeks flamed once more. But then the officer gave it back, casually saying, “Know what? You girls are so close to graduation that I’m gonna give you a pass this time. But drive careful, hear? I don’t want to get a call on the radio about an accident on a snowy day like this.”

  “Oh sure,” burbled Jenna, her head bobbling up and down in grateful agreement. “Thank you, Officer. Totally appreciate it. I’ll be more careful from here on out.”

  And with that, Officer Davies went back to his sedan, his massive form disappearing into the car before pulling out smoothly from the curb and driving away. I watched with wide eyes as the black and white disappeared into the distance. Because had that really happened? Had I just had my pussy eaten out by an incredibly gorgeous man in uniform while he was on duty? Had we just gotten out of a ticket because of that dirty interlude?

  But evidently, it was true because Jenna literally clapped her hands then, bouncing up and down with glee.

  “We’re free!” she cried. “Yay yay yay! I’m so happy! Great job, team!” she said, making to high-five me.

  I high-fived her back and smiled weakly but my heart wasn’t in it. Because I’d just had the most exciting time of my life, my pussy still tingling from the aftershocks of Officer Davies’s tongue … and all I knew was that I desperately wanted more.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Marisa

  Six months later …

  “Come on Marisa,” begged Bobbie. “We’ll have a good time. It’s your birthday today, you have to come out.”

  I shook my head.

  “No thanks,” I demurred. “It’s late and I don’t want to go out. Really. I’m fine hanging out at home.”

  But my friend wouldn’t take no. She bounced over and literally pulled me off of my narrow twin bed.

  “It’s your birthday,” she said firmly. “Now we’re going out. Get dressed,” she commanded.

  Reluctantly, I reached for my closet door. Because Bobbie and I are roommates at State now. I wish I could say something about first semester being good, bad, or something in between. But really, I have no idea because it’s kind of gone by in a daze. Ever since that delicious night with the gorgeous police officer, it’s been tough to focus, and life’s passing me by without my participation.

  Oh sure, I go through the motions. I show up to class, I listen to lecture, and I do all of the assignments. But I’m dialing it in more than anything because even when I should be paying attention, my thoughts will inevitably drift away to that fateful night.

  Oh god. Officer Davies. The man of my dreams. How are these thoughts even possible? I should feel horrified, disgusted, or even violated. I should have gone to the hospital and reported what happened to me.

  But instead, I wanted it and my encounter with the gorgeous man was the most exciting thing that’s ever happened to me. Officer Davies was the opposite of the high school boys I’d encountered, what with their pizza faces and gangly arms and legs. Instead, he’d been command and charisma personified, that muscular build imposing while knowing exactly how to make me feel good. And unbidden, my insides went hot and loose again at the memory.

  But tonight, I had to go out. Bobbie was being annoyingly insistent, and sometimes it’s easier to give into my best friend than try to fight it. Turning nineteen wasn’t a big deal to me, but evidently, it was to her for some weird reason. Maybe if I went to the hotel bar for half an hour, she’d be satisfied, and then I could leave and come back to my dreams of Officer Davies.

  Because I haven’t seen him ever since that night. What was I supposed to do? Show up at the precinct and demand to talk to him? They’d brush me off as some crazy teenage girl, so I’d bit my lip and stayed mum, going through with graduation and then my first day at college.

  So it’s been six months, and yet the man still features in my dreams each night. That incredible build. The handsome face. And oh god, that cock. I never saw it, but my mouth waters at the memory, the stiff rod that I brushed with my fingers for mere seconds that fateful night. What I wouldn’t give to see it out in the open, hard and proud, pointing straight at me.

  So going out tonight was a nuisance. I wanted to stay home and spend my time mooning about my dream man, but Bobbie was really forcing the issue. Heaving an exasperated sigh, I grabbed the nearest dress on a hanger I could find, and struggled into it. It was a modest flowery number, totally unfit for a swanky hotel bar, but I didn’t care. I didn’t want to go anyways, and mayb
e if I sulked and stuck out like a sore thumb, Bobbie would relent.

  When I reappeared in the common living area, my friend’s brows drew down for a moment, surveying my dress.

  “You know we’re going to The Grand, right?” she asked, one eyebrow in the air. “The hotel where celebrities go, and beautiful people hang out?”

  Bobbie herself was dressed in a red cocktail dress that hugged her form, but I didn’t care.

  “Yes,” I said airily. “But I’ve put on some weight and this is the only thing that fits.”

  It was true. Some girls put on the freshman fifteen, but for me, it was more like the freshman thirty. So a lot of my clothes were really tight, and even the floral frock strained across my Double Ds, barely holding me in at the seams.

  But we had to go, and Bobbie stood up, grabbing her purse.

  “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” she said with a warning tone, casting one last look at my outfit before turning to the door. “Or maybe it doesn’t matter.”

  Huh? Why would she say that? But I grabbed my purse too and slung it over my shoulder, ignoring her comment.

  “Ready!” I said with fake cheerfulness. “Thanks for organizing this get-together by the way. I really appreciate it.”

  She shot me a sideways look as we went down in the elevator.

  “Really?” she asked ruefully. “You know Marisa, sometimes I don’t know what to think anymore,” she said shooting me another puzzled look. “I mean you’re still you. You get straight As and are a bookworm. But at the same time, you never go out anymore. You’re always studying. Come on, Mar. College is hard but I know it’s not that hard for a smart girl like you. You have to come out sometimes.”

  I knew what she was thinking because I’ve been cooped up in my room dreaming about Officer Davies for months now. It’s pathetic, I realize that. But I just couldn’t help it. The guys at State didn’t compare, and I couldn’t subject myself to their sloppy kisses and fumbling hands when I’d had that once upon a time.

  So I smiled weakly as the elevator doors opened.

  “Well, I’m here now, right?” was my reply. “Come on, I promise to have a good time tonight.”

  “Oh you will,” said Bobbie darkly, popping the locks on her car. “Come on, Mary and Janine are already at the Grand. It’s going to be awesome.”

  My mind whirled as I got into the passenger side because why had Bobbie made another weird comment? Why did she say I was going to have a good time no matter what tonight? But again, I chalked it up to the fact that I’ve been so anti-social for the last six months that maybe I just didn’t know how to read human beings anymore.

  Within minutes, we pulled up in front of the swanky hotel, the bright lights dazzling. Bobbie tossed her keys to the valet and took a number from him before catching my elbow.

  “Come on,” she said firmly, walking me inside. “This way.”

  We strode across the lobby, and I veered left to go into Amber Waters, the bar on the first floor. But Bobbie’s grip never loosened on my elbow, and she guided me to the elevators.

  “No, they opened another bar on another floor,” she said firmly. “We’re going to that one to celebrate because I heard it’s way better.”

  I nodded dubiously. Again, life has been going by in a daze the last couple months, so I was hardly on top of the nightclub scene. But curiously, the elevator dinged at the twenty-fifth floor, and Bobbie guided me into the hallway.

  “We’re getting off here?” I asked confused. “Aren’t most bars either on the first floor or the rooftop? The Grand opened one on the twenty-fifth floor?”

  Bobbie nodded, not meeting my eye.

  “Yep!” she chirped. “Come on, just this way. It’s around the corner.”

  We rounded the turn, and there were Janine and Mary standing in the middle of the hallway.

  “Surprise!” they called, jumping up and down. “You guys finally made it!”

  I was getting more and more confused.

  “Why are we standing in the middle of a hallway?” I asked, puzzled. There was nothing super-special about the place. It had gilded wallpaper and scrolls on the carpet, as well as cool contemporary art on the walls. But it was just a hallway. “What are we doing here?” I asked again.

  Bobbie was the one who giggled now.

  “We rented a hotel room for your birthday!” she cried. “It’s gonna be so fun.”

  I nodded dubiously.

  “Okay, but why?” I asked. “You know I don’t drink much. I can totally drive us home afterwards. You guys don’t have to worry about that.”

  But none of the girls looked at me then because they were so excited, babbling about this and that. Janine waved the keycard in front of the lock, and with a snick, it opened.

  “Here goes!” she sang. “Birthday girl first.”

  I nodded, still surprised at this turn of events. After all, my friends are great girls but a hotel room is a huge splurge for students. Even splitting the bill three ways, it was still a generous gift. So dubiously, I stepped into the dark room.

  “Hey, this is great you guys. Thanks so much. Does anyone know where the lights are?”

  But then, I was unceremoniously shoved all the way in, and the door slammed behind me. What in the world? What was going on?

  My hand fumbled at the knob in the darkness, confusion swirling in my mind. But the door wouldn’t open. What in the world? Had I been locked in from the outside somehow? What hotel does that?

  But the three girls’ giggles could be heard on the other side of the door.

  “Guys, guys!” I pounded on the door in the dark. “This isn’t funny. What’s going on? Let me out?”

  Bobbie was the first to answer.

  “You’ve been stuck in a rut, Marisa,” she called through the heavy wood. “So we got you a special gift.”

  What? This hotel room was a gift? Why? This made no sense at all.

  “Guys,” I said, my voice patient even as my heart rate accelerated. “Open up! Let me out of here. Don’t you guys want to party in the hotel room with me? Why am I in here, and you guys out there? Come on, we can raid the mini-bar together.”

  But it was Mary’s voice that rang out next, and to my surprise, it grew tinny and small as the girls tripped down the hall.

  “No, your birthday surprise is all for you,” she called. “Now enjoy it, Marisa. Just let yourself relax and have fun!”

  And with that, I heard them giggle again as the elevator dinged. What in the world? They were leaving me here? Couldn’t be. I was going to call the front desk in a second and ask them to send security up to let me out. This was some weirdo birthday gift, not to mention kind of messed-up.

  Except as I turned, fumbling along the wall to look for a switch, a light flickered on next to the small sofa in the room. But it wasn’t the sudden illumination that stopped me in my tracks. It was the huge, hulking form sitting on the sofa. The man was dressed immaculately in a black suit with a white, open collar shirt underneath. I couldn’t quite see his face but immediately, my body sprang to life, every part of me suddenly hot and flushed. Because I could sense this man, even across the room with half his form in shadow. It was Officer Davies … but why was he in my hotel room?

  CHAPTER THREE

  Liam

  Oh shit. I could hardly believe it. Because it was her. The sweet brunette that I tasted that wintry night months ago. But now, six months have passed and I haven’t seen her since. So what the hell was she doing in this hotel room, an hour away from Midville?

  Because I’m not just a cop. Sure, policing the streets is my calling and I went to the Academy and graduated with honors. But the thing is that policing isn’t enough for me anymore. Midville is a town of twenty thousand people, and there just isn’t much going on most days. So I cruise around a lot of the time, alone in my patrol car. There aren’t even many traffic violations because Midville citizens are law-abiding and god-fearing.

  So a couple years back, I joined a male
escort service. I know, it’s crazy, but I was going out of my mind from boredom. And Gold Medallion Males seemed like a good fit. Their headquarters were more than an hour away, and even more importantly, they were okay with my insistence on working at least two hours from Midville. Can’t have the upright citizens know that their local community officer was also moonlighting in a dirty capacity elsewhere.

  I know what you’re thinking. Why not get a job as a security guard or even a bartender? The thing is, I don’t want those jobs. Being a mall security guard would be even more boring than my current existence, and being a bartender isn’t up my alley. I already spend enough time breaking up drunken barroom brawls during my normal working hours. So instead, I turned to Gold Medallion Male Escort Services, and it’s worked out pretty well so far.

  I haven’t had a ton of bookings, despite being on the job now for two years. Instead, I’ve only been with six clients, and it’s been okay. They were mostly lonely women who needed someone to talk to before I got down to business by stroking their curves and making them come. It almost follows a script sometimes. I say this, they say that. Then I say this, and they beam with happiness, so grateful that someone’s listening to them. But truthfully, my mind is usually elsewhere as they break down in tears or shiver in ecstasy. A job is a job after all.

  But I haven’t taken any clients since that roadside encounter six months ago because the woman I met was hands down amazing and impossible to forget. Her name was Marisa, and she was young. The friend driving had been a nincompoop, and obviously they’d just come from some unsupervised high school party with beer on premises. I’d been tempted to go by the house and break up the party, but the minute I saw the beautiful brunette, all thoughts of law and order left my mind. Because I only wanted her.

  Soft and curvy, with big brown eyes and chestnut curls peeking out beneath her wool cap, I’d wanted her immediately. While her friend whimpered and cried, the brunette had kept her cool and asked to talk to me. And after that, things went wild. I’m not sure what happened, to be honest. One minute I had a gun trained on that curvy form even as my mouth watered, and the next minute we were in back of my patrol car, her small palm on my dick.