Avoiding the Badge

by Dorothy F. Shaw

  She moaned and her body quivered.

  “Are you wet for me?” Rayna moaned again, and he moved his hand down her stomach to between her parted legs, cupping her mound. “Oh fuck yes, baby. You are. Soaked right through your panties.”

  A whimper came out of her when he pulled his palm away from her core and went back to her breast, this time tracing an outline around her areola with his fingertip. “You need to be fucked don’t you?”

  Another body jerk and stomach jump. And another flood of arousal coated her panties. “Yes.”

  He chuckled and pulled away. “Not yet.”

  Rayna felt the chill from his body leaving hers as he moved to stand in front of her. The room was dim, the only light coming from the bathroom—though it was plenty for him to see her, because she could see him clearly, too. He was, as usual, beautiful. But he was still fully clothed. “Can I see your body?”

  He raked his gaze up and down her body, and she felt it like a physical touch. “This what you want?” He started unbuttoning his shirt. Taking his time with the first button, then the second—he stopped. “You didn’t say please.”

  Funny, she always said please when she asked him for something, in and out of bed. Or when she begged him. Of course, that was always when they were naked. She readily said please and begged him as if it was instinct to do so.

  Rayna tipped her head forward and licked her lips. “Please?”

  “Good girl.”

  Good girl...

  Another kind of thrill bolted through Rayna, making her skin tingle from head to toe, and she drew in a deep breath through her nose and blew it out through her mouth, to keep her head from spinning.

  With her eyes intent on his body, she watched as he finished unbuttoning his shirt, slipped it off his broad shoulders and laid it on the dresser. Her breath hitched, and her clit pulsed. For heaven’s sake, she would never get tired of seeing his incredible body bare.

  “You want more?”

  She swallowed past the dryness in her throat. “Yes, please?”

  He nodded, and his lips pursed into a smirk. “Okay, I’ll give you more. But to be clear, you stay right where you are until I say otherwise. Got it, Doc?”

  Her stomach jumped. “Yes.”

  “Perfect.” Derek unbuttoned his jeans, pushed them and his boxer-briefs down his thighs, and palmed his erection. With a short groan, he stroked from root to tip. “This yours, Rayna?”

  “Yes.” Her throat no longer dry, she swallowed the water filling her mouth. She’d never had him in between her lips before, though she’d wanted to. Good grief, he was beyond gorgeous, and sexy, and so totally male, she was overwhelmed in every wonderful way possible.

  With her hands bound behind her back, completely at his mercy, Rayna couldn’t think straight anymore, but at the same time, she was beyond clear about what she wanted. All animal instinct, she was ruled by the desire to taste him, feel the shape of him in her mouth.

  Unable to hold herself back any longer, and without his permission, Rayna met his gaze and stood. He was so strong and powerful, and her desire to please him, even if it meant defying him, drove her forward.

  She loved what he was giving her, loved being bound. Loved the alpha male side of him and that he’d taken control of everything happening between them. But she needed this, and for the moment, Derek said nothing, only watched as she walked to him and got down on her knees. “I need you in my mouth.”

  With his erection still held in his fist, he stared down at her, one corner of his lips curved up in a grin. “You got up, even though I said you should wait. Maybe you need a spanking.”

  She gazed up at him. “I’ll take the spanking, just first...let me suck my cock.”

  Yes, Rayna said that.

  That was her.

  Because, yes, she’d meant every word as if they were her last.

  * * * *

  Sexy.

  Sassy.

  Beyond fucking hot.

  The sight of Rayna, arms bound behind her back, down on her knees in front of him, had his dick throbbing to the point of almost pain. She’d never sucked his dick before. He hadn’t let her. A fire sparked in her eyes, the expression of need he saw there undeniable, Derek sure as hell wasn’t going to stop her this time.

  Mustering every ounce of control he could find within himself, and with his prick still fisted in his palm, Derek gazed down at her. “Say please, Doc.”

  With her eyes trained on his shaft, she dragged her teeth over her bottom lip. “Please, may I have you in my mouth?”

  Goddamn... Derek took a step closer. “Give me your eyes and open your mouth for me.”

  Without hesitation she looked up, caught his gaze, and opened to receive him.

  “Perfect.” Shifting his pelvis forward, Derek traced her lips with the engorged head, painting them with his arousal. “Keep that sweet tongue in your mouth until I say. If you’re a good girl, and listen, I’ll let you have a taste soon.”

  Rayna moaned and closed her eyes.

  Derek tapped the head on her bottom lip, then traced her lips again. Her breath was warm on the shaft, and her pink tongue looked so wet and inviting it was all he could do to not lose his damn mind. “Is this your cock?”

  She nodded, gazing up at him again. Derek dragged the head lower, rubbing it along her chin, then back up to her lips. He pulled back a bit. “Close your mouth.” A look of confusion came over her face, but she did what he asked. God, she was killing him. “Good girl.”

  Shifting closer once more, he pressed the tip against her closed lips. “Slowly, so I can watch you let me in, Doc.” As he pressed forward, as he’d directed, her lips parted to receive him. Taking first the tip then the head as he pressed deeper. He stopped with her lips wrapped tight around the rim. “Suck me like this.”

  As the wet heat of her mouth enveloped him, Rayna’s eyes fluttered closed and she started suckling him. Holy fuck! Derek groaned, gripped the back of her hair and held her there for as long as he could stand.

  “Need to feel more of you.” Unable to hold back any longer, he pressed forward, sliding farther in her amazing mouth. She moaned again, taking him deep. He felt the back of her throat and pulled back, only to slide back in. “That’s it. Just like that. Keep those perfect lips wrapped tight. Fuck, yeah, Rayna!”

  He wouldn’t last like this. Her moaning and whimpering with her full lips wrapped tightly around his prick. In and out, another groan from him, another moan from her...this one he felt in his balls. Fuuuuuck!

  Derek jerked from her mouth. “Enough!”

  “No, please—” She swallowed and licked her lips, gazing up at him. “Please, let me have more?”

  Derek shook his head and got her to her feet. “Need inside your cunt. Now.”

  Rayna sagged against him. Framing her waist in his palms, he picked her up and took her plump lips in a kiss. Her hard nipples pressed into his chest, and he sucked her tongue into his mouth. Fuck, she was so sweet and warm against his body.

  Breaking the kiss, he took her to the edge of the bed and turned her. He drew her wet panties down her legs, helped her step out of them, and then helped her get onto the mattress. Climbing on behind her, he pressed his chest to her back, splayed his hand on her stomach to hold her tight, and knee-walked them to the middle of the bed.

  Derek placed a kiss to the side of her neck. “Stay here.”

  She nodded, and he leaned over to the nightstand and grabbed one of the condoms he’d set there earlier. After straightening, he opened the package and rolled the condom on. For once, Derek was grateful to be wearing a condom, because judging by the fact that his prick was harder than a rod of steel and ready to blow, no barrier between them meant he’d definitely lose it in a matter of seconds.

  That would never be acceptable in his book, ever.

  With Ray
na still upright on her knees, Derek rested his ass on the back of his feet and ran two fingers down her spine, then over each bound wrist. “These still okay?”

  She glanced back at him. “Yes.”

  After she turned back around to face the headboard, he ran his fingers down the curve of her ass. Tracing along the underside of each buttock, he could feel and see her body trembling. “You’re perfect, Doc. So fucking perfect.”

  Continuing his journey, he had to know. Needed to feel for himself. “Is your cunt still wet for me?”

  Her breath hitched. “Yes.”

  “Part your legs just a little wider for me.” She did as he asked, and Derek slid his two fingers along one inner thigh and then the other. Her trembling intensified, and the desire to give her the relief her body needed gripped him like a vise. Though he knew that if he could hold her there just a little longer, build that need higher, it’d be worth it. “I make you wait any longer and you’ll drip right down your thighs, Rayna.”

  She whimpered. “Need you...please?”

  “You need my cock, baby?” Derek stroked along her drenched folds and found the mouth of her pussy. “Where do you need it, right here?” He pressed his fingers inside, and she jerked her hips backward. “Ah yes, right there, huh, baby? You want to fuck my fingers?”

  Another whimper, and she shook her head side to side, her hair flowing around her shoulders.

  “No? But you’re fucking them right now. What would you rather have?” He pulled his fingers from her channel, brought them to his mouth and sucked them.

  “Your cock. I need your cock, please, Derek. Please...” She angled her hips back. “Please take me. Please?”

  Reaching up, he grabbed her hips and pulled her back and down to sit on his cock. He slipped fully inside her soaked and tight cunt, and they both let out a groan so loud the guests in the room beside theirs likely heard them. Not that he cared. “Fuck yes.”

  With her legs angled on either side of his, Derek bent her forward, held onto her wrists and pumped his hips up and down, fucking into her tight channel. The sounds of their flesh slapping together, their harsh breaths, and his groans, her whimpers filled the air.

  Rayna’s tight channel clenched on his length, and his orgasm tingled at the base of his spine, crawling up his balls. This wouldn’t last long...for either of them.

  “Derek...” She came down on him and rolled her hips, taking him as deep as she could get him.

  Goddamn, this was so good, so fucking hot. He really wanted it to last longer, but with her moving like that, gripping his dick like she was in her core, no way that was going to happen. Reaching around her, Derek found her clit. “Ride it, Doc. Come all over my cock.”

  Slamming back down, her head snapped back, landing on his shoulder, and she bounced on him. “Derek! Oh, God!”

  Her orgasm hit, and she froze, back arched, her tight little cunt spasming around his shaft. Derek wrapped his other arm around her middle, holding tight as he continued to rub her clit and fuck into her. “Milk it from me, baby.”

  “Mmm...nngggh.” She jerked against him, still in the throes of her orgasm.

  Derek’s climax hit like a bolt of lightning, racing through him, setting fire to his veins. Cupping her mound in his palm and pulling her tighter against him, he bit down on her shoulder as spurt after spurt of his release shot from his dick, filling the condom.

  Still arched against him, Rayna turned her head to face him, ran the tip of her nose along his cheek, then pressed a soft kiss there.

  Tender.

  Sweet.

  So fucking beautiful.

  I’m falling in love with you... Derek ran his hands up her stomach, closing both arms around her, and buried his face in her shoulder.

  Chapter 17

  “I’m ready to tell you now.” Rayna stared down at her hand and fingers entwined with Derek’s as they drove home from Prescott.

  The night she’d spent with him had been unlike anything she’d ever experienced in her life. It wasn’t just the dinner or the show. Or the mind-blowing sex, either. It had been all of it combined.

  It had also been falling asleep in his arms, feeling safer and warmer than she ever remembered feeling in her life. In spite of how hard she’d tried not to let feelings grow, they’d grown just the same.

  And with those emotions she was now feeling for Officer Derek Hansen also came trust. Rayna trusted him.

  Fully.

  Completely.

  Willingly.

  So, it was time to tell him about her hang-up and also that, apparently, her hang-up was gone. Because of him.

  Derek glanced over at her. “The cop non-issue?”

  She smiled and rolled her eyes. “Yes, the cop non-issue.”

  “Should I get off at the next exit? Do we need alcohol? Coffee?”

  She laughed and swatted his shoulder. “No. Stop.”

  “The truck? Doc, this is the 17, there aren’t many places to pull over.”

  She raised a brow. “You want to hear this or not?”

  Derek raised their hands to his lips and kissed her fingers. “Damn right I want to hear it.” He smiled at her. “Thank you for wanting to tell me.”

  “Don’t thank me yet.” She drew in a deep breath, tamping down a bundle of nerves that suddenly started clawing at her stomach. “It’s stupid, and again, I just want to preface this with, this isn’t personal. It’s not about you at all, although, I can see how it might’ve felt that way, or could even still feel that way.”

  “Okay.”

  “So, I guess, please try not to take it personally, and just... I hope you understand my point of view.”

  He glanced at her. “Got it, babe. It’s all good.”

  Rayna drew in another deep breath. She trusted him. After last night, how could she not? Good grief, she’d let the man bind her hands and have his way with her. As embarrassing as it was, she could tell him about her father and her fear.

  She swallowed and shifted in her seat to face him a little. “My father was a police officer. In Atlanta. He’s retired now.”

  “No shit? That’s awesome.” He smiled and glanced at her, but then must’ve seen something in her expression, because his smile vanished. “Or not awesome... Okay, how about I shut up and let you talk?”

  She gave him a smile, a small one, but still, it wasn’t much. “It’s fine, honey.” She shrugged and went on. “My parents are divorced. Have been since I was ten.”

  He nodded. “Yeah, mine are, too, but they waited until me and my sisters were out of high school. I guess they figured after twenty-plus years together, they’d fulfilled their commitment to us kids, who knows.” He squeezed her hand. “You were young, though. That had to be hard.”

  Rayna gazed out the windshield. “It was hard, I guess? But in a lot of ways, at least for me, it was better. My brother has his own version of it, of course.” She looked down at their linked hands. “It always amazes me how two people can grow up in the same house, yet remember things completely different, you know?”

  “It’s probably the same for my sisters and me. Though, I don’t know if we’ve ever sat down and discussed our childhoods in detail.”

  “You should. It might shock you.”

  “It might, maybe. I mean, not much shocks me. I’m fairly used to how people perceive and experience things differently than the person standing right next to them. Happens in pretty much every situation I deal with at work.”

  She moved her eyes back to him. “I hadn’t thought of that.” She licked her lips. “Well, anyway, this isn’t my sob story or anything, so I hope you don’t take it that way. I just want to explain my hang-up.”

  “I’m with you, Doc. Like I said, it’s all good.” He smiled at her.

  “Okay.” For Pete’s sake, why was this so hard to get out? Probably because of the
shame she felt climbing up her throat as well as crawling along her skin. Regardless, her issue with cops was real, and for good reason. She shouldn’t be ashamed, although she felt guilty for not telling him sooner. Rayna swallowed and pushed herself forward. “So, not sure how your home was, but mine was not a happy one. My parents fought...all the time. Honestly, I can’t remember a time that they didn’t fight.”

  “That sucks.”

  “Yeah, it did suck. They didn’t fight over money. Or material things. Or chores. Nothing so normal. My parents fought because my father would not stop cheating on my mother. For all I know, maybe he couldn’t.”

  “That’s horrible, babe. I mean, you knew? About his indiscretions?”

  She looked back to the windshield. “From as far back as I can remember.”

  “Rayna, that’s fucking horrible. Your parents should’ve kept that shielded from you. You shouldn’t have known. As your parents, they...damn. I don’t want to overstep, but seriously, they should’ve done a better job of protecting you from that.”

  Rayna shrugged. “Ya know, I never really looked at it like that, but, yes, you’re right. At this point, it doesn’t matter. I mean it wouldn’t have changed anything.”

  “True, but still.” He squeezed her hand, and she looked over at him. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that. It must’ve broken your heart, babe.”

  “It did.” She shrugged one shoulder and swallowed down the tears that wanted to rise. Here she was, trying to tell him why she’d judged him, and he wanted to comfort her. Good grief, he really was amazing. She gave herself a moment to get things under control so she could continue.

  Closing her eyes a moment, she drew in another deep breath and then began again. “I don’t know how many women there were, but there were a lot. More than I can count, and believe me, for a long time, I counted. Anyway, once they got divorced, things were finally normal, whatever normal means. But when that happened, when things finally ended, I hated my father. I refused to go see him for a long time, even though the court said I had to. Not much he could do, plus he was busy...ya know, with all his women.” She shook her head and looked over at him. “Point is...my point in telling all of this to you is that at age ten, I swore to myself I’d never, ever, no matter what, get involved with a cop. Plus, Momma did her fair share of drilling it into my brain, too.”