Rescued II

by M. K. Elliott

  “I’ll make us some coffee,” he said. “Unless you’d like something stronger?”

  “I’ll take a brandy with that coffee, if you have it?”

  “A woman after my own heart.”

  Enrique disappeared into the kitchen and then came back with two cut glasses of amber liquid. She took the glass gratefully and drank half of it down in one go. The alcohol burned its way down her throat, its warmth spreading through her chest.

  “I hope you don’t mind me saying, but you seem to be holding up pretty well for a woman who just caught her husband cheating.”

  “You mean aside from the suicidal dash out into the ocean?”

  He grinned. “Aside from that.”

  “I’m better off out of it. The guy was crap in bed anyway. He was always more interested in getting himself off than worrying about my needs.”

  His dark eyes caught her again and heat rose to her cheeks. “I can’t believe any man would do that to you.”

  How had this happened? Only a few hours ago she’d caught her husband screwing someone else, and now here she was, after barely surviving a storm, sitting beside an extremely hot guy, drinking brandy.

  “Are you telling me you’re not a selfish lover?” she said, turning to him, the alcohol burning through her veins, loosening her tongue.

  His eyes grew hooded, the tension sparking between them. “Never.”

  He moved toward her and she closed the gap, knowing exactly where this was going. His mouth hovered above her own for a moment before dipping to her neck and trailing kisses along the line of her throat. His lips worked her skin, pulling gently. Tamsin melted against him.

  “Oh, that feels good,” she said. “You really know what to do with your mouth. How about you keep doing that to my tits?”

  He lifted himself away from her and she pulled her t-shirt up over her head and then unclipped her bra, letting them both drop to the floor. Her breasts were large, creamy globes tipped with dark nipples and he looked at her, drinking her in.

  “Jesus. You have seriously amazing breasts.”

  “Suck them then. I want to feel your mouth on my nipples.”

  He did as he was told, lowering his head to take one hard nipple in his mouth, his hand squeezing the large mound. The contact sent shivers racing through her body, converging tight in her pussy.

  “Oh, yes,” she said, her fingers in his thick hair. “That is so hot.”

  He took his lips from her breast. “I like to hear you telling me what to do.”

  Tamsin smiled. She could play this game.

  “Oh? You like me to say how I want to have your thick cock inside me? How my pussy is already so wet for you?”

  He gulped.

  With alcohol fortifying her nerves, Tamsin let the words roll. “I want you to fuck me, hard. I want to bend over for you and for you to push you fingers and your cock and your tongue inside of me.”

  “Oh god, yeah.” He continued to work his way down, kissing with hungry pecks across her stomach, devouring her. She leaned back on the couch until she was almost vertical against the armrest.

  Enrique stopped and tugged the shorts down over her hips, leaving her black lace panties in place.

  “So you want my tongue on you?” he asked. “You want me to taste you?”

  “Mmmm.”

  He nuzzled the lacy slip, his hot breath against her even hotter skin. His tongue pressed against the material, probing until he found the little ball of nerves of her clit.

  Tamsin took a sharp intake of breath as he pushed his tongue against her clit in rhythmical pulses.

  “My panties must be so wet,” she gasped from above. “Take them off.”

  “Whatever you say.”

  He pulled away just long enough to pull her panties over her ass and thighs. Now she was naked.

  Enrique ducked between her thighs again, spreading her legs, exposing her nude flesh.

  “God, I love how you’re smooth down here.”

  “My husband always wanted me bare.”

  “Well, the man got one thing right.”

  With one hand he splayed her lips and then his mouth was back on her, his tongue hardened and thrusting deep inside her pussy.

  Tamsin groaned, the back of her arm pressed against her forehead. His thumb found her clit and rubbed in little circles as he drove his tongue deeper.

  Her cunt clenched and convulsed, tightening with every thrust of his tongue.

  Remembering her role, she managed to gasp, “I love your tongue fucking me. Your mouth is so fucking amazing.” But then her ability to string a sentence together disappeared as her orgasm started to build deep in her pussy, rolling out over her entire body.

  “Oh God, yes. Oh yes…”

  Her toes curled as the orgasm bowled over her, her body jerking as its aftershocks trembled within her. She fell slack and he looked up from between her thighs, a smile of satisfaction on his face.

  “I hope you don’t ever intend to refer to me as a selfish lover,” he said.

  “Never,” she managed to say. “Now get those clothes off so I can show you that I believe it’s always better to give than receive.”

  Eagerly he leaped to his feet, tugging his own t-shirt over his head and quickly unbuttoning his pants. His chest was covered in a thick thatch of dark hair, a line running down to his navel. He was thick with muscle and as he pulled down his pants, she saw his cock was as big as the rest of him.

  Her mouth opened in a gape. “Jesus Christ, you’re huge.”

  “You said you were going to bend over for me,” he said. “I want you to do it. I want to fuck you from behind.”

  “Just be gentle with me.”

  Tamsin climbed off the couch and bent over the cushions, her legs straight, her ass in the air. His fingers found her slick opening again, swollen and ready for him, and he parted her lips once more before guiding the head of his dick into her.

  Her tight muscles stretched to take his huge cock and there was a beautiful moment of resistance before he slid deep inside, her already sensitive pussy lubricating his way.

  He sank in up to his balls, his hands grabbing her hips, pulling her up against him, and she ground back on him, loving how full he made her.

  “Oh god, you’re so big,” she gasped. “I love feeling your big hard cock inside me.”

  “You’re so fucking tight,” he rasped, sliding in and out of her sopping snatch.

  At first his movements were slow, but as his orgasm grew closer, so did his momentum increase. Tamsin reached between her thighs, rubbing her swollen clit, adding that extra bit of pleasure that would send her over the edge for the second time.

  His cock slammed into her, his hands holding her hips. Tamsin’s own orgasm built steadily, increasing with every thrust of Enrique’s long, thick dick. Her fingers continued to rub at her clit and all of a sudden it was on her again, washing in pleasurable waves, her cunt pulsating around him. The feeling of her tight muscles massaging his cock finally brought Enrique to the threshold and he cried out as he came, filling her.

  They slumped together, spooning, and Enrique kissed the back of her neck.

  “That was amazing,” she said. “Certainly worth finding my husband in bed with another woman and then nearly getting myself killed.”

  He laughed. “Well I’m glad the day wasn’t a total bust then.”

  Tamsin twisted around to kiss him. “I can’t think of a better way to spend it.”

  Perfect Timing

  Rain lashed against the windshield and the black lengths of the wipers thrashed back and forth in an effort to keep her view of the road clear. Beside her, on the passenger seat, her cell began to ring.

  Damn it.

  Michelle took her eyes off the road and glanced down at the small lit screen, trying to see who was calling. The phone buzzed across the nylon seat, making it impossible for her to read the display.

  She was sure it was her meeting contact, wondering where she was. Several platters
of sandwiches were balanced on the back seat and an entire practice of nurses and doctors waited for her, expecting her to not only deliver her latest product, but also provide them with lunch.

  She peeked in the rearview mirror, her almond eyes narrowing with impatience. Why did she always leave everything to the last minute? She knew this rural route and should have realized the bad weather would cause some delays.

  The road curved too quickly and Michelle slammed her foot on the brake. Her cell slid off the side of the seat and fell down between the passenger seat and the door. She glanced back at the sandwich platters, making sure they were all in one piece and the phone fell silent.

  “Shit!”

  She needed to let them know she was going to be late. She’d thought a bit of speedy driving would make up the time she’d lost after being stuck in traffic, but it didn’t look as if that was going to happen. The bad weather did nothing for her speed. The rain had been falling heavily all day and showed no sign of abating. If anything, now the downpour was coming even harder.

  The shrill ring started up again and she hit the steering wheel in frustration. She couldn’t pull off anywhere; the road was a single lane, with a deep gorge on either side. If she pulled off and someone came around the corner, they would drive right into her. A few passing places widened the narrow road, but she hadn’t seen one for a while.

  Holding the steering wheel in one hand, she reached across the passenger seat again. She managed to get her hand down between the door and she scrabbled around, her fingertips touching the smooth, cool plastic. The phone just slipped from her grasp.

  “Damn,” she swore again.

  She reached again, stretching her whole body across the seat, barely able to see the road over the dashboard.

  Out of the driving rain, the corner came too soon and she shot back up in her seat, grabbing the steering wheel with both hands. She struggled to keep control, turning hard into the bend, and the vehicle lifted up on one side, skidding on two wheels.

  Spikes of terror raced through her and suddenly she was in the air. The vehicle turned a slow flip and she experienced a moment of weightlessness before crashing to the ground. Before she even had the chance to think, the car tumbled again, landing upside down in the gorge beside the road.

  Michelle gasped for breath. Her seatbelt locked tight around her chest, constricting her lungs. She hung upside down, all the blood rushing to her head. She scrabbled around the side, trying to find the button to release the belt. Her fingers found the small latch and she clicked it open without thinking about the consequences, and dropped to the bottom—which was now the car roof.

  Pain speared up through her shoulder as she hit the metal roof and she became aware of a steady thump from her forehead. She must have hit her head in the crash and not noticed.

  Michelle reached out and pulled on the door handle, the cool slip of metal beneath her palm, yanking on it in frustration and fear. Nothing happened. The roof had crushed down on the impact, wedging the door in place.

  Water started to creep through the vehicle. The heavy rain, combined with the deep gorge she’d landed in, was turning the gorge into a river.

  The first threads of panic wound around her heart, firing adrenaline through her veins.

  The crushed roof divided her from the rear of the car. Sandwiches splattered over the nylon seats; prawn mayonnaise and roast chicken smeared the back windshield. She’d never be able to squeeze between the narrow spaces—now below the seats—to try the back doors. She was stuck in the front.

  Cold water crept higher, edging around her knees, making her suit pants stick to her skin.

  Oh God. What if no one finds me?

  She slammed her feet against the windshield, praying it would shatter.

  “Help me! Oh, God, please. Someone help me!” She drummed her hands and feet against the windshield and the doors, panicking.

  Palms slammed against the outside of the window. She turned to see brown water rushing past, followed by a face with bright blue eyes and a strong jaw. With relief, she recognized the familiar starched blue of his uniform.

  Michelle burst into tears.

  The cop leaned against the flow of water. He was on his knees, hunched over to peer through the window, and he struggled to stay upright in the rush, though the water was only as high as his shins. He grabbed the door handle and gave it a couple of good yanks, but the door didn’t budge.

  “Can you hear me?” he yelled through the pane. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes,” she shouted back. “Just get me out of here!”

  “I’m working on it.”

  The water crept higher. She was on her knees, but the water was around her waist now.

  The police officer disappeared from view and panic leaped back up her throat, clutching her in its grip.

  “Don’t leave me!” she screamed. “Hey! Don’t leave me alone.”

  Then he was back again, the strong face back at the window.

  “It’s okay, I’m here. Look, have you got anything you can use to cover your eyes? I’m going to need to break the windshield.”

  Michelle glanced around and spotted her suit jacket, now a sopping mess of tan material, floating in the muddy water.

  “Yes,” she said, fishing the jacket toward her. “I do.”

  “I need you to bunch it up and cover your face. And hang onto something. When I break the glass there’s going to be a whole lot of water in the car and it’s got some strength.”

  “Okay.”

  She held the soggy jacket over her face with one hand and looped the other one around the headrest. A couple of loud cracks reverberated around the tin can of the car, followed by the shattering of glass.

  Immediately, water flooded into the vehicle, tugging at her limbs, and she looked up to see a hole in the center of the windshield and her hero’s face peering through. He reached a hand out toward her.

  “Hold the jacket against the bottom of the glass,” he instructed. “Then climb through.”

  She fought against the drag of the water and grabbed his hand. It felt soft and firm and warm, despite him also being partially emerged. At the feel of his skin against hers, a surge of relief washed through her. She was going to get out of this alive.

  Awkwardly, she squeezed her head and shoulders through the gap, terrified she would catch herself on the broken glass. But the officer supported her as she climbed out, holding her weight above the shards.

  With relief, she climbed out into the rain. His dark hair was matted to his head, water dripping from a thick fringe of eyelashes. Her legs gave out from under her and she collapsed against the strong breadth of his chest.

  His hand came up around her back and rubbed gently.

  “It’s okay. You’re safe.”

  He steered her away from the car and helped her climb the slope of the gully back up to the road. They were both soaked through, their clothes stuck to their skin, water dripping from their hair.

  His patrol car was pulled up in the road, the blue light pulsing across the empty road. He guided her around to the passenger side and opened the door, helping her in.

  “I’m going to make your seats all wet,” she sniffed.

  “Don’t worry about it.”

  He slammed her door shut, ran around the front of the car and climbed behind the wheel. He shook water out of his hair and picked up the radio.

  “One-two-one to County.”

  The radio crackled, before a voice came back to them. “What’s your status?”

  “I’m on the A45, headed toward Ransdale. Can you give me a status on the road conditions?”

  “Road’s blocked in both directions. Flooded one end and bridge is down the other. I suggest staying where you are until the rain stops.”

  “I’ve got an RTA victim with me. Woman in her twenties. She might have a concussion and could do with getting to a hospital.”

  Michelle shook her head and put a hand on his arm. “I’m fine, honest.” />
  He let out a frustrated sigh.

  “Okay. Ten-four.”

  He turned to her and for the first time Michelle was able to appreciate the good looks of her rescuer; his bright blue eyes, framed with thick black lashes, and dark hair, cropped short. She could see the swell of his bicep as it disappeared into the wet material, the shirt clinging to his muscles.

  His eyes flicked down over her own body and she suddenly realized that if she enjoyed the curves of this man through his wet clothing, her own clothes were probably no different.

  She glanced down to see her white shirt was totally see-through, the white lace of her bra clearly defined. Her nipples were hard pebbles beneath the clingy material.

  Quickly, Michelle folded her arms across her chest, but it was too late. He’d noticed and shifted uncomfortably in his seat, twisting away from her.

  “What’s your name?” he asked.

  “Michelle. What about you?”

  “Officer Sean Bertram. Considering we might be here a while, I think you should call me Sean.”

  “Thank you so much for saving me, Sean. God, if you hadn’t found me…”

  “You were very lucky I was passing. I noticed the skid marks and then the car.”

  The cold of the water had worked its way under her skin and she shivered violently. She couldn’t seem to stop.

  “Look,” he said. “We’re stuck here for the time being and we can’t both sit here in wet clothing. We’ll end up with hypothermia by the morning. I have a couple of emergency kits in the trunk and they’ve got silver survival blankets in them. Take off the wet clothes and wrap yourself in one of them.”

  “What about you?” she asked. “You’re wet too.”

  “I know. I’ll do the same.”

  A frisson of excitement raced through her as she realized she was going to end up semi-naked, stuck in this car with an also semi-naked cop who had just saved her life. Despite the circumstances, she felt the familiar heat of excitement clench between her thighs and tighten low in her belly.

  He must have seen the flush race across her cheeks.

  “It’s okay,” he said. “I’m a professional.”