“Oh, my bad. I thought you wanted to suck my cock.” He brushed his thumb back and forth along the head of his penis while staring at her with a slight frown.
“Okay.” She slowly scooted to the edge of the bed, but Brad stayed where he was, just far enough away where she couldn’t reach him.
“Alicia, the shrinking violet act doesn’t do it for me, and I’m pretty damn sure it’s not the real you.”
Her clit throbbed, her nipples hardened, and her pulse pounded in her ears.
“You’re going to tell and show me what makes you feel good or what you’re not into, and I’ll do the same. Making love is no fun if it’s not honest.”
I’ve died and gone to heaven, Ali thought with glee.
“I’ve been repressing for a long time, Brad. You may regret opening the flood gates.”
“It’s a risk I’m willing to take, sweetheart.”
“Then get over here and let me suck that bad boy.” He did as she asked.
She took his penis in one hand, cradled his balls in the other, and swirled the tip of her tongue along the bulbous crown. He tasted divine, and part of her wanted to savor and tease him, but it had been way too long since she’d had a cock in her mouth. Ali began her slow, sweetly torturous decent down his shaft, loving the stretching sensation of being filled full. He hit the back of her throat, and she held him there as long as she could before inching her way back upwards.
Brad groaned loudly. “Jesus Christ, that’s incredible.” He twined his fingers through her hair and held tightly.
His encouragement sent fire coursing through her veins. She increased her tempo while carefully rolling his heavy balls. Brad’s hips flexed in time with her strokes, and soon, she was bobbing up and down his dick at a fevered pace. Just when she thought he was about to come, he grasped his dick and gave a quick tug on her hair. She whined as he pulled out of her mouth.
“Seriously?” she asked, breathing hard.
Brad pushed her back on the bed and yanked off her thong. He grabbed his pants from the floor, pulled condoms from a pocket and dropped them on the nightstand. He stared down at her with a feral grin. “I’m not ready to come yet.”
“Could’ve fooled me,” she responded playfully.
Ali held out her arms, and Brad climbed on top of her. He claimed her lips and kissed her until she was out of her mind with need. She raked her nails down his back and over his muscled ass. She spread her legs and undulated beneath him, but he seemed perfectly content to simply continue kissing her. Alicia wedged a hand between their bodies in a desperate attempt to ease the burning ache in her pussy.
Brad propped himself up with his arms and pressed down with his groin, effectively pinning her fingers just out of reach of her goal.
“Hey, I’m following the rules. My mouth was full of your tongue so I tried to communicate non-verbally. Not my fault you’re slow on the uptake.”
Brad roared with laughter. “Touché, sweetheart.”
He shimmied down her body, caressing and nuzzling along the trip. He placed a kiss at the top of her mound before roughly spreading her legs wide. “So wet and ready for me.”
Brad breathed the words over the heated lips of her cunt as he slid a finger in deep. Ali grabbed two fistfuls of sheet for support, drew her feet up on the mattress until they almost touched her ass, and let her knees fall outward. She was strung tighter than a bow, and if he wanted honesty during sex, then so be it. “Long time in a toys-only zone, damn it, stop messing around.” She gave a swift jerk of her hips.
His mouth latched onto her clit with a vengeance while he added another digit in her vagina and breached her anus with his thumb. She went off like an out–of-control rocket. As wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her, Ali bucked and ground herself against him. Brad continued his sexual onslaught until the last shudder subsided.
Feeling limp as a noodle, Alicia didn’t even open her eyes when she realized Brad was switching positions.
“Liked that, did ya?”
She heard the humor in his tone and the ripping of a condom packet.
“It was quite satisfactory,” she said with a smirk.
“You scream for satisfactory?”
“I most certainly did not scream.”
“It sure as hell wasn’t me making all that beautiful noise, sweetheart.” Alicia lifted her head in time to watch Brad roll the condom down his reddened penis. “Let’s see what happens when I fuck you.”
He surged into her in one swift, commanding stroke, allowing her no time to adjust to his impressive girth. She dug her nails into his forearms and wrapped her legs around his hips. Alicia was crystal clear in the knowledge she was the one who cried out on Brad’s initial, powerful thrust.
She struggled to keep her eyes open and focused when he proceeded to take masterful control. “Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted in time with his grunts of exertion. He was a sight to behold with his wild eyes, set jaw, and perspiration-glistened face and chest. Alicia held on for dear life as another orgasm built fast and furious. When she came, so did he, in bed-jarring fury.
“You okay?” he asked, breathing heavily against her ear.
“Uh, huh.” Ali sighed, unable to muster anything more eloquent. She stretched like a satisfied alley cat, thrilled when Brad remained deeply seated in her cunt. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tightly. “I could have a nap now.”
His large palm cupped her cheek. “And I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Chapter Four
Alicia twisted as much water as she could out of her ponytail before reclining back on the towel. The afternoon had started off clear, but now, thick gray and white clouds provided some much needed relief from the late afternoon sun. It was oppressively hot and humid, and she’d spent as much time floating in the river as she had lounging on the grassy bank. She crossed her arms beneath her head and stretched her legs. She was deliciously sore in all the right places, and smiled while replaying the events of the night before in her mind.
Brad had made more than good on his promise. She’d awakened to his hands gently roaming her body, his lips following their path. Ali had returned the favor, and for how long she wasn’t sure, they had simply held and touched each other. When they made love for the second time, it was slow, tender, and incredibly beautiful. Brad then carried her to the shower, and Ali had been forced to cry uncle when he miraculously got her off two more times. Lord, what that man did with a bar of soap and washcloth!
He was on the afternoon shift today, but had invited her to go out on his boat tomorrow, weather permitting. He said he’d call in the morning, and she believed him. Alicia turned onto her side and plucked a blade of grass while enjoying the simple pleasure of being damn happy. She was staying in a beautiful cottage in the middle of paradise for the next month, and the potential for more toe-curling sexcapades during said vacation was high.
She returned to reading the romance novel which, at the moment, had nothing on her new, albeit temporary, reality. The story didn’t hold her attention, and she let her heavy eyelids drift closed.
A loud clap of thunder startled her back to consciousness. Ali sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
“If I was a deranged lunatic, or a hungry animal, you’d be in a world of hurt right now, sweetheart.”
Recognizing his voice, almost immediately, kept her from succumbing to a fatal heart attack, but adrenaline was a funny thing. Torn between relief it was him, and anger that he’d scared her shitless, she scrambled up off the towel, spun around, and started swinging with closed fists. She made solid connection multiple times before Brad pinned her arms behind her back.
“Whoa, dial it down, Alicia.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” she screeched. “Sneaking up on unsuspecting tourists has to be against some rule. I’m reporting your ass.”
“Make sure and tell my boss your hands were all over it last night.”
She had no opportunity to figure out wheth
er laughing or spewing a scathing retort was the proper response. Brad jerked her tightly against him and claimed her lips. Ali whimpered and fought for the briefest moment then kissed him eagerly in return. He let go of her arms, and she wrapped them around his neck.
“Why are you here?” she asked when they came up for air.
“I went by your cabin; you were gone. I took a gamble and came down here.” He freed her breast from her bikini top and tweaked her nipple. Ali shivered.
“I thought you were working.” She grasped one of his butt cheeks, pulling him closer.
“Hence the uniform and official vehicle parked right over there.” Brad drew his other hand down her back, straight into her bathing suit bottom.
“Well ,then, Officer Compton, is this an official investigation?” She stared up at him with her best innocent-female expression. She almost giggled when his jaw tensed and his cock noticeably hardened against her.
“Into role-playing games, are ya, sweetheart?” He pinched her ass cheek and smirked seductively.
“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” She batted her eyelashes. “You’re the law, so I can only assume you’re here because I’ve done something wrong.” She traced little circles around the badge on his chest. “Are you going to arrest me?”
“That wasn’t the first thing I was thinking about doing to you.”
“Oh, pooh, I was looking forward to the handcuffs and strip search.” She heard his sharp intake of breath.
“Well, far be it for me to disappoint a lady.”
Brad took her by the wrist and walked her the short distance to his truck. “Palms on the vehicle,” he ordered in a gruff tone as he rested a hand in the small of her back. “Take a step back and spread your legs.” He helped her with the tips of his boots against her ankles. “Don’t move.”
Alicia couldn’t help moving; she was trembling with anticipation. She had a hell of a lot of fantasy scenarios, and rogue cop was a favorite.
Brad started just below her chin, wrapping his fingers around her neck and drawing his hands down to her shoulders. He then caressed the tops and undersides of her arms, and down her ribs to her hips. On the way up her back, he untied her bikini top, allowing it to drop to the ground. He reached around and cupped her breasts, leaning against her ass in the process. She pressed back against him.
“I thought I told you not to move.”
His palm came down hard on her butt. Ali sighed and let her head fall forward, stunned at the heat pulsing in her pussy. She heard a strange clicking noise then Brad’s finger pulled the side of her bikini bottom away from her skin. Cool, flat metal rested on her upper thigh for a second before she heard and felt the material being sliced.
He just cut her fucking bathing suit with a fucking knife, and she’d never been so turned on in her entire life. “Oh my God, I think I’m gonna come,” Ali whispered as much to herself as to him.
“Not until I say you can.” Brad swatted her now bare ass a second time.
“Out, of, my, control, officer,” she said through gritted teeth.
“Sweet Jesus.”
The sounds of a zipper lowering, a heavy belt hitting the ground and foil being torn seemed unusually loud as she struggled to hold off her orgasm. Brad jerked her around and Alicia held onto his shoulders. He grabbed her under her thighs and lifted. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he surged into her. Ali cried out and came before he was fully seated. Brad pressed her back to the truck and fucked her with ferocity. Using his shoulders for leverage, Ali bounced against him with equal force. Another searing climax tore through her as Brad stiffened and came with a roar.
“You’re fucking amazing,” Brad said, leaning heavily against her while breathing hard.
With her sexual frenzy fast diminishing, Ali was feeling a number of things, “amazing” not currently one of them. “Give me a sec, Brad, I’m a bit weirded out,” she admitted quietly.
He brushed her damp curls off her forehead and searched her face, concern evident in his eyes. “Why, sweetheart?”
“You don’t think it’s somewhat perverse your use of a weapon on my clothing sent me over the edge?”
“Hell no, everything that just happened is straight out of one of my dreams, Alicia, one of my tamer ones.” Brad winked before drawing her into his arms.
* * * *
“I’m ready for a swim,” Brad announced the following day as he dropped the anchor over the side of his pontoon boat. He and Alicia had been leisurely touring the chain of lakes since mid-morning, chatting, laughing and getting to know each other better. They shared a ton of mutual interests, but the fact that she’d made it abundantly clear she was not in the market for a serious relationship was the icing on the cake.
“Has it been thirty minutes since we ate our sandwiches? I’d hate to get a cramp and sink to the bottom.”
“Pretty sure that’s an old wives tale, sweetheart,” he said, swinging open the railing gate and stepping onto the swim platform. He held his hand out to her. “But I promise to take real good care of you.”
She came to him. He grabbed her around the waist and jumped into the water. When they came up for air, Alicia draped her arms over his shoulders.
“Very nice,” she sputtered, kicking her legs in an effort to help him support her. "Maybe the safest thing for me to do is stay right like this.” She grinned and wiggled her pussy against his stiffening cock. “Or maybe not.” She let go and floated a few feet away. “Are you always ready to go?”
“When we’re together, you can count on it.”
He dove at her. Alicia squealed and took off. They swam, and splashed, and water-wrestled until they were both gasping for air.
“We’re not doing it in the lake, Brad,” Ali announced, back stroking away from him. He had no trouble catching up and keeping pace.
“How come?”
“Lack of leverage and lubrication, potential of bacteria or other icky water things in parts they shouldn’t be, and, I don’t know, what if a shocked fish decided to bite us in the nether regions?”
“Interesting that our being out in public isn’t one of your reasons.”
“Huh, yeah, I guess it is.” Her brow furrowed, and she appeared to be seriously thinking.
“Do you like being watched, Ali?”
“To the best of my knowledge, it’s never happened in my real life, but I won’t deny it’s come up in my fantasies.”
She flipped over on her stomach and started performing the cutest version of a breast stroke he’d ever seen. Every time he got a glimpse of her shapely ass, his dick twitched in appreciation. Today, she was sporting an almost conservative one piece bathing suit, and it was driving him crazy knowing what was underneath.
“What else comes up in your fantasies?” Brad asked with as much nonchalance as he could.
“Oh, like I’m going to tell you my darkest desires. Nice try, though.” She splashed him then continued swimming.
“Come on, it’ll be fun. I’ll tell you some of mine first,” he offered for encouragement.
“Go for it,” Ali said, glancing over at him and waggling her eyebrows.
“Before I get to the theoretical, handcuffing you will be happening in the very near future.” He skimmed his fingertips along her back. “Don’t think for a minute I’m unaware of not fulfilling your entire request yesterday.”
Brad waited for a response, but when she kept silently swimming, he powered on. “I want you restrained in my bed, at my mercy, while I fuck you with my dick and whatever toys you’ve brought.” Ali’s mouth dropped open. “Don’t even, sweetheart. You’ve got ‘em, and we’re going to use ‘em.”
Ali stopped her forward momentum and began slowly swimming around him. “So far all I’m hearing is ideas you’ve gotten from me,” she replied with mock seriousness.
“I want to fuck you in the ass.”
“That was implied with your last statement.”
“While another man fucks your mouth.”
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br /> Alicia stopped paddling. “Shouldn’t that be one of my fantasies?”
“Is it?” Brad asked, watching as color infused her cheeks.
“Sure, I’ve imagined a couple of studly guys seeing to my every sexual need. I bet it’s a pretty common one for lots of women. Haven’t you thought about a couple of Victoria’s Secret models being all up in your business?”
“Absolutely,” he agreed with enthusiasm.
“So what’s in it for you to have another man in the mix?”
“Power.”
“Explain that to me,” she asked, barely above a whisper.
“I would orchestrate the encounter down to the last detail. You’d trust me to see to your pleasure and keep you safe. Your surrender into my care is the ultimate sexual experience we can share together.”
She wrapped her arm around his neck and snuggled close. “Brad, we have to go back to the boat.”
“Are you getting tired, sweetheart?”
“No, I’m so horny I’m concerned about being able to stay above water.”
* * * *
It took three tries for Ali to insert the key into the doorknob due to her quivering fingers. She’d allowed Brad to lick her to orgasm while other boaters might come close enough to see them. She’d knelt between his legs as he piloted them back to shore, worshipping his cock until he filled her mouth with his cum. Both events had served to only increase her raging desire.
Brad had hit her sexual Achilles heel referencing his wielding power and control over her while sharing her with another man. The scenario was straight out of her most secret fantasies, but he’d talked about it as if it had the potential to be a reality. Was he serious? If so, could she go through with it? What did it say about her if she did? But, then again, they were only going to be together for a short while, no strings and all, so wasn’t this the perfect time to throw caution to the wind? Oh hell, he was probably messing with her.
Ali flung the door open, but instead of going inside, she propelled herself at Brad and kissed him like a mad woman. He fondled her breasts and moaned against her lips.
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