Naughty Bedtime Stories: First Taste

by Trixie Taylor

  “I need… No. I want to fuck you out of your mind, Shayna.” His hoarse whisper made everything spin around her.

  * * *

  Grabbing her ass again and lifting her a little higher, Ryan moved across the room to another table. She couldn’t wait to feel her walls around his cock, for him to push her over the edge multiple times, to scream his name.

  Setting her gently down on the table, he found her lips again, exploring them while unbuttoning the damn coat she was bundled in. Growling impatiently, he tore at it, buttons flew everywhere.

  “Ryan? Are you in here, man?”

  Shock coursed through Shayna. She let go of Ryan, jumped down from the table and stepped away from him, turning around toward Kay. Her hands shook badly, and she felt like a little school girl being caught doing something naughty. Everything tingled, her cheeks were warm, her breathing out of control.

  * * *

  Ryan cursed under his breath before answering, “In here!”

  Walking toward the door, he adjusted himself so his coworker wouldn’t notice anything and muttered about their poor ass timing. He could hear Shayna talking softly to Kay as his two friends appear in the door. Both looked relieved to see him alive.

  “You okay? Dispatch said something about a shooting. She wouldn’t say if you were hurt or not.” Paul looked Ryan up and down, noticing the state of his uniform, and raised a brow when he noticed the hard bulge in his pants.

  Ryan lifted his hands in the air, letting them know he was unharmed. “I’m fine. Kay was hit by a stray bullet. It was a close call.”

  Worry marred his friends faces. “Did you get the bastard?” Mick looked over Ryan’s shoulder and noticed Shayna talking to Kay and a spark of interest ignited in his eyes.

  Ryan nearly growled at his friend. It figured Mick would pick up on Shayna’s presence, since he was the playboy of the precinct. Deliberately, Ryan stepped in front of Mick, blocking his view of Shayna.

  Mick smirked and stepped around him. “Hi there, sweetness. I don’t think we’ve been introduced. My name is Mick Holt.”

  Shayna glanced up at him and nodded once.

  “Nice to meet you. Ryan? Kay is waking up. Would you mind staying here while I prepare the office? I need him to stay calm.”

  Ryan pushed past Mick and flashed Shayna a dazzling smile. “Sure, no problem.”

  * * *

  As Shayna walked out of the doorway, she caught the last of their conversation.

  “Ryan, did you get the bastard?”

  A sigh escaped Ryan. It was filled with anger, frustration and disappointment. His next word filled Shayna’s veins with ice, freezing her to her core.

  “No.”

  * * *

  “Don’t worry about me. I’ll lock the doors and turn on the alarm, and I’ll be staying in the office with Kay. I’m as safe as can be.” Smiling reassuringly at all three cops, Shayna attempted to close the front doors when Ryan placed his hand on the knob.

  “Promise you won’t initiate contact if anyone tries to break in? Just push the alarm and get out. Okay?” Worry was evident on Ryan’s face.

  A small laugh bubbled up and passed her lips before she could stop it. “Ryan, I’ll be fine. My father taught me how to defend myself if it comes to that. Now go. All of you. You’ve got tons of paperwork to do.” Shayna ushered them away from the door and closed it behind them, turning the locks before walking over to the alarm to activate it.

  * * *

  “I’m telling you that is what happened. This is what the perp looks like.” Ryan pointed to his report lying on his boss’s desk. He was feeling more and more frustrated. His gut was telling him something wasn’t right and he just wanted his shift to end so he could check on Shayna and Kay. It’d been one hell of a day, and he was hoping the night would turn to the better.

  Mick and Paul toured around the neighborhood, checking in occasionally, and they’d said everything looked fine. Ryan knew Kay was with Shayna and would protect her if anything happened, so Shayna should be somewhat safe. But Kay was also wounded and Ryan sure as hell didn’t want to take any chances. There had been too many armed robberies last week in the neighborhood where her clinic was located.

  “And I’m telling you, it can’t be this guy. He was killed five years ago.”

  “I’m telling you, this was who I saw! Maybe they just look alike? Did the dead guy have a brother?”

  Ryan’s boss sighed and scratched his chin. “I don’t know. Let me look into it. I just know,” Ed pointed at the file with Ryan’s report and the sketch, “that this guy was killed five years ago. Not that he didn’t deserve it, he shot a K-9 cop and his dog on duty in cold blood. In front of the daughter to boot.”

  Ryan felt the blood drained from his face. Without a word, he sat down into one of the guest chairs in front of Ed’s desk.

  “Shayna. What happened?”

  “It was an armed robbery gone terribly wrong. Shayna witnessed it all. When he tried to escape from the crime scene, she drew her father’s gun and killed him.” Ed leaned forward. “Quite impressive actually. It was a clean shot. Not everyone approved of what she did though. Her own mother was pissed beyond reason.” Ed sighed. “That’s also why she was blocked from being hired as a vet, working with us. Most of us wouldn’t mind, she’s a good girl. But a handful caused enough trouble for her, making it impossible to hire her.”

  Ed clicked away on his computer, trying to locate some information when he frowned at something that caught his eye. “I think you’re on to something, Ryan. It looks like he had a younger brother, and he has chosen to dabble in the same career as his older brother.” Ed snorted and turned his screen so Ryan could get a look. Everything was there, a picture with a record longer than a drug pusher’s.

  Ryan leaned forward. “That sure as hell looks like him. Fuck. There’s been an increase in armed robberies out in the neighborhood where Shayna has her clinic. You think he’s deliberately trying to scare her? Hunting her in the dark?”

  Ed nodded slowly. “It’s a distinct possibility.”

  “Crap. I’m going down there. She’s staying in the office tonight due to Kay.” Ryan grabbed his car keys and moved fast toward the door, when Ed’s voice stopped him.

  “Call in if you need backup, son. I’ll have a car or two circling the area just in case.”

  * * *

  Closing the small fridge, Shayna sighed. As usual she hadn’t remembered to get something to eat. It was becoming bad habit. Looking over at Kay, Shayna noticed that he wasn’t focused on her, but on something outside.

  “What is it, boy? Someone’s out there?”

  Kay wagged his tail and a low whine emitted from him. Seconds after, a knock on the back door reverberated through the building.

  “Shayna, are you there? Open up the door.”

  She froze for a few seconds. What on Earth?

  “Hungry? I brought some Chinese.”

  Holding up the bag with the takeout, Shayna just stared at him. While he had been away, he had taken a shower and gotten some clean clothes on. She thought he looked absolutely edible in uniform.

  He looked downright sinful in a pair of faded jeans and a shirt. Hungry? Hell yes, but let’s skip the main course and go straight for the dessert. Licking her lips, Shayna opened the door a bit more to let Ryan in. A shiver went through her body when he passed her, his clean woodsy scent wrapping around her. Inhaling, she closed the door behind him, locking before resetting the alarm.

  Wrapping her arms around herself, she followed Ryan back into the office where he received a warm welcome from Kay. Shayna stopped in the doorway and admired the view. There was something incredibly sexy about a man who was willing to greet his dog like he meant it. Seeing Kay and Ryan together brought up memories about her father and the way he used to greet his dogs - with heart and joy every single time. Shayna swallowed a lump in her throat, pushed away the memories, locking them deep down. It wasn’t the same, and Ryan wasn’t hers. Not real
ly. Disappointment settled into her stomach, twisting it. When Ryan looked up at her, she managed to smile, hiding her churning emotions.

  “He’s feeling much better.” Ryan got up from the floor and walked over to Shayna where she leaned against the doorframe. “You saved his life. Thank you.” He was so close, she had to look up at him to meet his gaze.

  When she tilted her head up, his hand was there, keeping her head raised as he gently kissed her. There was nothing hurried about this kiss. Not that time. It felt like he had all the time in the world just to taste her. Leaning closer to her, he placed one hand on the doorframe right above her head while the other one held her chin. Shifting against him, Shayna was rewarded by his groan.

  Abruptly Ryan released her chin only to snake his arm around her waist, pulling her close to him. His other hand let go of the frame and grabbed the back of her head, his fingers intertwining into her soft, silken hair. As he backed her into the wall, she could feel the texture against her skin - rough and scratching. His lips were divine against hers and their tongues performed an intimate dance together. A quiet moan escaped her when he moved down a little further, exploring the tender skin at her neck, nipping, licking and sucking. Her breathing was labored, her hands shook, and heart pounded.

  “You feel so good, Shay.” Ryan groaned.

  His fingers found the hem of her shirt, slowly pulled it up, revealing her smooth skin underneath. He stopped kissing her for a second to lean back a fraction and help her pull the shirt over her head. His eyes darkened with desire. Reaching up, he cupped her breasts, pushing down the thin, lacey material covering them, he bent down to gently nip at the swell, while he played with her other nipple.

  “Ryan…” his name left her lips on a moan, further igniting him.

  He opened his mouth, drawing the nipple between his lips, flicking his tongue against it. She moaned again, moving restlessly against him, needing and craving more. Switching his attention to the other breast, his other hand moved down, clasping her hip.

  “Ryan… please?” she whimpered.

  * * *

  Wasting no time, he unfastened the button on her jeans, and as he worked them off he moved with them, littering her skin with kisses all the way down. Kneeling in front of her, he smelled her desire. With one finger he teased, stroking her on the outside of her panties and he could feel her wetness. Another moan escaped her making him even crazier for her. He pushed the little piece of cloth to the side and dove in for a taste. After the first lick, he knew he could become addicted to her flavor and to her reactions. Her hand grabbed his head, her hips undulating. Gently, he probed her with one finger, not surprised with how easy he could glide in. He felt her muscles tense, and he licked her clitoris harder while he added another finger.

  * * *

  “Oh my God! Yes! Yes… Ryan!” Half screaming his name, Shayna came in an orgasm that made her knees buckle. Ryan grabbed her before she fell and gently lowered her into a position where she was straddling him. Resting her head on his shoulder, she tried to regain her breath to make it less erratic. His hands felt so good against her back stroking her, making her feel like a sated cat and she wished she could purr like one. His breathing was labored, and she knew their games weren’t over yet. Far from it. She could feel his hard cock pulsing against her core, even through his jeans. His lips nibbled her neck, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine and spreading out through her body.

  “You taste so good, baby. I could continue this all night long.” His voice was rough against her ear, his breath tickling her. “I want to fuck you, to hear you scream my name when you come.”

  “I think you’re a bit over dressed for that.” Shayna’s fingers found the edge of his shirt and tugged on it.

  Reluctantly, Ryan released her and raised his arms. Sucking in a breath, Shayna admired the sight of his chiseled torso. At that moment, he was all hers. Dropping the shirt on the floor next to them, she let her hands travel the peaks and valleys of his abdomen, teasing him with feather light touches. Her reward was seeing his skin pebble from her touch, how he clenched his muscles, and she suddenly felt braver by his reactions. Leaning down, she let her mouth follow the path her fingers took moments earlier. As she leaned down and tasted the salt on his skin, she could hear his sharp intake of breath, and it made her smile. Shimming down to explore more of him, she felt his eyes on her, studying her every move. When she sat up and reached down for his zipper, a strangled noise came from him. Pulling down the zipper and reaching in, Shayna found him exactly how she expected - hot, hard and ready. Glancing up at him before leaning down again, she could see the pleasure play across his features. Pure bliss.

  Licking him from base to crown before taking the tip into her mouth, she relished in the salty taste of him. A groan escaped Ryan as she licked and sucked him, working them both into ecstasy. The scent of their desire was heavy in the air and Shayna basked in it. Working her mouth on him, she felt him grow even harder in her mouth; precum seeped out from his cock and Shayna hungrily lapped it up.

  Gently, Ryan took hold of Shayna’s head. “If you keep that up, baby, I’m not going to last long, and I’m far from done with you.”

  The kiss he dealt was rougher than earlier, and before Shayna registered what was happening, rolled over and stood. Holding out his hand, he pulled her to her feet before taking her into his arms and carrying her to the couch. Laying her down, he looked down at her, admiring the view. He took her in - her golden locks spread out behind her head like a halo, the visible tan lines, her heavy breasts with the rosy peaks, and her wet sex - it was all ready for him. Quickly, he ripped off his jeans and moved over her, using his legs to spread her knees apart, all the while he was devouring her with rough and hungry kisses.

  Raising herself on her elbows, Shayna met him halfway, giving into their intimate dance.

  Gripping her hip with one hand, Ryan thrust into her with a single stroke. He stretched her to the limit, a pleasurable pain. Closing her eyes, Shayna leaned back to enjoy the sensation of him filling her.

  Ryan froze when he heard her gasp. “Did I hurt you?” Looking down at her with concern in his eyes, she simply smiled at him and shook her head.

  Still, he wasn’t moving. Wrapping her legs around him and clenching her walls, Shayna silently urged him to move. Taking the hint, Ryan slowly began to draw back, only to gently thrust again.

  Painfully and frustratingly slow. Too slow.

  “I won’t break, Ryan.”

  He leaned over to nuzzle her neck, slowly making his way toward her lips, where he hovered over them for a few seconds before devouring her in another kiss. Willingly she opened her mouth, letting their tongues tangle with each other, relishing in the close contact. Letting her hands roam his back, she stroked every inch of him, enjoying how his arms were beginning to shake, trying to hold his weight off of her. He groaned as Shayna’s hands traveled further down, squeezing his ass, urging him to continue. Needing no further invitation, he drew back and thrusted back in, harder this time. He was rewarded with a moan.

  Feeling his cock drive into her, she reveled in the hardness of him. Every ridge and vein made the experience even more delicious. Squeezing her walls again, she was rewarded by a harder thrust and a small curse. Soon both of them were lost in their joined rhythm, Shayna meeting his every thrust, faster and faster, urging her closer to her orgasm. The air was heavy with desire, sweat, and the sound of gasps and groans.

  “Harder, Ryan, please. Please!” Clawing at his arms, trying to make him thrust harder, Shayna pleaded. She was so close to orgasm, she could almost taste it.

  * * *

  Ryan grabbed her hips and pushed harder and faster, feeling his own release coming. A final thrust and his cock twitched inside her, his ejaculation filling her. Collapsing, Ryan’s breath was heavy; sweat began to cool on his body. What felt better was how Shayna fit perfectly underneath him, the beating of her heart against his, the way she stroked him, planting tiny kisses on his sh
oulder and neck.

  A shiver raced through his spine, a different sensation than the pleasure he experienced from their sex. It felt like icy fingers touching him.

  A low growl came from Kay, a warning that something wasn’t right.

  “Stay here. Okay, baby?” Blinking, Shayna looked up at him, when a noise from the doorway attracted their attention. Ryan moved off the couch, standing in front of Shayna, shielding her. A strangled noise let him know she identified the intruder.

  “Don’t get up. I’ve already seen plenty, and I might take a ride on my own before shooting her. After I’m done with you of course.”

  * * *

  The sun hit the barrel of a gun, making Shayna numb with fear. She knew him, or at least she knew his brother. Grabbing the blanket from the couch, she wrapped herself in it, covering her nakedness from him and his leering looks. Her hands shook, but damn it if she was going to show the bastard that.

  “What do you want?” Shayna tried to stall. She knew the silent alarm would alert the security company and the police would arrive any minute. She just hoped it would be in time.

  “You took my brother from me, you cunt. Did you really think I would just let it slide? I’m going to make you pay for what you did.”

  Without warning, he raises the gun and fired just as Kay attacked his leg. Dropping his gun, he screamed as Kay bit down.

  The gunshot seemed so loud in the little office, but seeing Ryan drop to the floor in front of her, turned Shayna’s blood to ice. Blood seeped out underneath him, saturating the carpet.

  Kneeling beside him, Shayna reached for him to check his pulse, her own heartbeat loud in her ears. The gunman started to laugh even as he still fought off Kay. “You should’ve stayed away from cops, bitch. They don’t seem to last long around you.”