by Lane Hart
“Oh fuck,” Knox groans as his ass comes off the seat because he’s so turned on by my touch. I’ve never had this effect on a man before him or had one at my mercy. In my few previous sexual experiences, the man took what he wanted from me; and then it was done and over in a matter of seconds before I got a chance to be in charge. Before, with Knox, he had no choice but to let me do what I wanted to him because his hands were restrained behind him. He’s bigger and stronger than me, and today he has the power to do anything to me, yet he’s letting me take the lead. And I need more of him. There’s no guilt weighing on my conscience today either. That was a hurdle we both jumped yesterday, so whatever happens today happens with him as a very willing participant.
“I want your shirt off,” I tell Knox honestly as I let go of his dick to shove the black sweatshirt up and over his head with his assistance. Then, I’m climbing up on his lap without a thought other than wanting to put my mouth on the warm skin of his neck, over the nipples on his hard pecs and then sliding to the floor to get my tongue on his abs.
“Jesus fucking Christ, I want to get my hands on you,” Knox groans as he grips his knees like he’s trying his damnedest to keep them off me.
Looking up from where my tongue has been busy fucking his belly button, I give him permission. “I want your hands on me.”
The next second his fingers are threading roughly through my hair, and I’m so certain they’re gonna push my head down the few inches to his heavy cock that I even open my mouth wide to take him. Instead, though, they pull me up his lap until I’m straddling him again. Then, his tongue is plunging into my gaping mouth, stealing my breath and every thought in my head as I recover enough from my surprise to kiss him back.
The dueling of our tongues goes on for so long that I forget where we are and why we’re here until, for just a second, I’m no longer in a warehouse but in a dark office having an unwanted tongue shoved into my mouth by a repulsive man who didn’t give me much of a choice. It’s all the reminder I need of why arresting Mario Guerra is so important to me. There’s a reason why I was undressing this man underneath me. It’s not just because I want him but because I need his help, which he’s fully aware of. Without his agreement to go along with this plan, it won’t work.
Pushing against his hard chest to separate us, I say, “Knox, hold on a second. I need to tell you how we’re gonna bring down Mario.”
“Yeah, okay. Tell me while I take your shirt off,” he says as his hot mouth moves down my neck, making me shiver.
Too turned on to stop him from shoving my jacket down my arms or his fingers from unbuttoning my blouse, I decide to let him keep going while I talk to save time. “Someone close to Mario will need to wear a wire.”
Knox's lips pause on my collarbone a second before he says, “I’ll do it.”
“No,” I quickly reply with a shake of my head. “You’re just one of his fighters, right? You don’t see him every day, do you?”
“No, but I can go by the club to talk to him,” he offers as he jerks the bottom of my shirt from where it’s tucked into my pants to remove it completely.
“I’m pretty sure Mario would find your sudden appearance there suspicious,” I tell him.
“Why? I go into Escapades all the time,” he admits as his nimble fingers work on the back clasp of my bra and slide it off.
My eyes narrow in disapproval at hearing that confession from him. “Even so, I’m guessing you don’t have many conversations with Mario on those occasions.”
“That…is a correct assessment,” he answers with a grin.
Taking a deep breath when his hands start undoing my pants and trying not to think of the last time I let a man do this to me, I say, “We need someone who works at the club, one of his employees that he would talk to in private and not think twice about it…”
My zipper lowers before Knox replies. “Sure, get one of the dancers to do it.”
His fingertips tease their way into the front of my satin panties, distracting my thoughts, so I grab them to keep them still. “More than likely, all of those girls have criminal records a mile long, so they won’t make great witnesses on the stand. Any decent defense attorney would tear them and their credibility down in a heartbeat.”
“So then who do you want to do it?” he asks, leaning forward to press a kiss to my left nipple, causing goosebumps to race up and down my arms before I can compose myself enough to finally say the name I need to say.
“Gabrielle Kelly.”
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Knox
One second, I’ve got a succulent tit in my mouth and I’m floating in a luxurious sea of lust with the most gorgeous woman ever, and the next I hear Gabby’s name and it’s like I’m drowning alone in an ocean of ice cubes.
“No! No fucking way!” I shout as I push a half-naked Jade off of me so fast she stumbles backward before she catches herself. I should’ve known better after she arrested Cain. But I bought the bullshit she was selling when she said it was all part of her plan to get Mario.
“We would protect her–” she starts to say, but I interrupt.
“Mario would put a bullet in her head as soon as he finds the wire!” I exclaim, angry at her and at myself for not realizing this was what she wanted from me all along, not me or even my body, but my help convincing my friend to put her life in jeopardy.
“Mario wouldn’t find it. Why would he even suspect her of wearing one?”
“Hmm, I dunno,” I mutter sarcastically. “Maybe because her fucking brother is dead, and everyone knows Mario did it and set her boyfriend up to take the fall!”
“Gabrielle doesn’t come across as a girl who would snitch. Mario wouldn’t be suspicious of her,” the incredibly naïve but extremely sexy woman argues as she stands before me topless with her pants undone.
“You’re willing to risk Gabby’s life on that assumption?” I ask. “And you do know what they say about assumptions making an ass out of you and me, right?”
Rolling her eyes, the detective says, “We’ll have an entire team listening and ready to move into the club within seconds. Nothing will happen to her.”
“Can you guarantee that? No, you can’t! So there’s no way I’ll let her do this!” I shout as I put my cock away since having it bounce around raring to go sort of undermines my argument.
“I’m sorry, I thought you wanted to save your friend from a life prison sentence. Oh, make that two life sentences when you throw in the arson homicide,” she replies as she crosses her arms over her ample chest and momentarily freezes as if she forgot that I recently removed her shirt and bra until she felt her own skin.
“Please, there has to be another way,” I beg.
“There’s not, unless you really think Mario is gonna waltz into the police station and confess. And if that doesn’t happen, your friend is screwed since we have a list of witnesses that say Cain was the one who brutally mauled Robbie the night he died.”
Shaking my head, I say, “You don’t know for sure that Mario will confess even if Gabby risks her life wearing a wire. If not, she could get hurt, and Cain would still rot away in prison!”
Dropping her arms to her sides, Jade struts over to me in her high heels, close enough to touch again, and fuck, do I want to get my hands back on her. I didn’t even get a chance to cup her breasts, squeeze her luscious ass, or dip a finger into her panties to see how wet she is…
“Look,” Jade starts. “Is it dangerous? Yes. Is it our only option at putting Mario behind bars and getting Cain out? Yes. Therefore, it should be an easy decision for you to make. Talk to your friend and tell her that this is her chance to save her man.”
“No,” I reply with an adamant shake of my head. There’s no way I’ll even suggest this shit to Gabby, because the stubborn woman would do it for Cain in an instant, even if it meant putting her life in danger. “With Cain locked up, Ivan and I are responsible for keeping Gabby safe. This plan of yours would be doing the opposite of that. And don’t even thin
k of going behind my back and asking her either, because I will never let her do this!”
There has to be another fucking way for us to catch that asshole.
“All you have to do is convince Gabby to wear the wire, and I’ll keep her safe,” the beautiful temptress says when she steps up between my traitorous legs that automatically spread to make room for her to come closer.
“Hell no,” I tilt my head up to look up at her stunning face and say through gritted teeth. It takes a lot of effort not to lower my eyes to her tits.
Leaning forward, Jade braces one hand on my shoulder and then squats down so that her painted mouth of perfection is unbelievably close to my cock. As soon as my eyes lift to her light green ones, they hold them captive as she blinks long, dark lashes at me before asking, “What can I do to change your mind about this?”
Swallowing my desire down as I imagine my dick parting those luscious lips, I say, “Nothing. Not a damn thing. Ain’t gonna happen now that I know what you want.”
“Come on, Knox. I’m at your mercy here,” she says as she runs her fingernails up my jean-covered thigh, coming to a stop at my fly, so close her thumb is stroking my still hard as a rock cock through the material.
“Wh-what would you get out of it anyway?” I ask as my breath staggers.
Jade lifts a perfectly sculpted auburn eyebrow as if to say it’s obvious while her thumb presses down and rubs circles that heat me up like a furnace.
“I mean the case!” I say as my cock lengthens, greedy with interest to get back to what we were doing just minutes ago. “What do you get out of arresting Mario?”
“Mario Guerra is the leader of the most powerful crime organization in the state, maybe even the entire south. He’s known for dealing drugs, running illegal operations of all kinds, including fight clubs, and allowing prostitution to take place in his legal businesses. Landing his ass in jail would be a legitimate and very public way to advance my law enforcement career so that I could get out of this town.”
“Legitimate?” I repeat since that one word stood out of that sentence like a sore thumb along with the fact that she wants to leave town.
Reeling back, her hand slips away from my crotch before she says, “All I meant is that being known as the detective who caught the head of the fucking Italian mafia goes a lot further than being the only detective with tits.” Her hands gesture ironically to hers that are currently bare.
“Yet you’re willing to use your tits now to try and convince me,” I remark as I stare at the soft swells gently swaying between my thighs.
Standing up to her full, elegant height between my legs, she tells me, “You said your fists are a weapon, right? You use them to win fights, but I’m not supposed to use my breasts to my advantage in a male-dominated career?”
“Hey, that’s totally your prerogative, and I can respect it,” I respond while unable to lift my eyes from the tits in question. There’s also a stab of jealousy wondering how many other witnesses have seen her tits. Guess I shouldn’t feel special. “I just don’t think there’s anything you can do, tits or not, to change my mind about Gabby wearing a wire.”
Biting down on her bottom lip, she asks, “Mind if I give it a try?”
Jesus…fucking…is she asking what I think she’s asking? That we can pick things up from where we left off, before I knew what the conniving woman wanted? My throbbing cock wants to find out how far she’s willing to go to try and convince me to agree to this idiotic idea of hers. He’s hoping for at least a hand job or another chance to come on her tits…
Guess I’m about to find out. There’s no downside to sitting back and enjoying the show, because there’s no fucking way she’ll succeed in manipulating me this time.
“Go for it,” I tell her, trying to sound nonchalant. “Don’t hold back.”
“Are you a fan of lap dances, Knox?” she asks as she starts to finish undoing her pants so that they pool around her ankles on the dirty, cement floor. Before I can even answer her, Jade says, “I bet you are since you said you frequently visit Escapades.”
Wetting my parted lips that have gone dry from seeing her white satin panties that have a damp spot on the crotch, I tell her, “Yeah, but the lap dances at Escapades always conclude with a very happy ending.”
“Who said mine wouldn’t?” she asks as she reaches down to remove one high heel, then the other.
Holy fuck.
“While I very much intend to convince you, I hope you don’t break too soon,” she says.
Seeing such a beautiful, perfect woman now wearing nothing but white satin panties in such a filthy dump is fucking surreal, like a Victoria Secret’s Angel waltzing through hell on Earth. And knowing in a matter of seconds I can actually touch her flawless body again but shouldn’t give in is enough temptation to last me a lifetime.
There’s no way I’m caving on this. I owe it to Cain to keep Gabby safe.
When Jade grabs the back of the chair and throws one of her legs over each of mine to straddle my lap, her pussy is so hot even through her panties that it’s nearly burning a hole through my jeans I now regret zipping up.
“I shouldn’t want you this way,” she whispers, releasing the chair to grip both of my bare shoulders instead.
“No shit,” I reply, too horny to be insulted as my hips roll upward involuntarily to try and get some pressure on my cock. “So why do you?”
Leaning forward to brush her lips over mine as she smooths her palms up and down my chest, she whispers, “Because your incredible body wasn’t made for just fighting.”
“It wasn’t?” I ask in surprise since fighting is all I’m good for.
“No,” she answers. “It was built for fucking like a wild, desperate animal. And that’s exactly how I need it right this second. I need you, Knox.”
God, she knows just what to say to turn me the hell on. For too long I’ve been the lonely beast fighting all the other alphas they throw into the cage with me for sport. Plenty of girls want to fuck me after a fight, but really they just want to fuck someone, anyone.
Jade makes me feel like she only wants me. Knox. Not the fighter but the man. It’s nice to pretend that’s true even if it’s only for a little while. And I know I should hate her, but it’s hard to do that when she’s just doing her job investigating a murder and trying to catch the person responsible.
Hard to hate goes to impossible to hate when her tongue sweeps against mine like a naughty promise while she unzips my pants. Jade peels the denim and the elastic of my boxer briefs down to reach inside and fist my cock, giving it a tug.
“Don’t stop, Jade,” I beg against her lips.
“Wasn’t planning on it,” she tells me. Letting go of my cock to grind her pussy on it, she grabs the back of my hair to pull my mouth back to hers. Her tongue plunges inside, invading, pillaging, and taking it over. And fuck, I let her own it.
Why is her kiss a hundred times more erotic than all the others I’ve had? Oh, right, because strippers are just putting on an act until their job is done, while this…this kiss with a woman named Jade, like the precious gemstone, is the real deal, full of horny, desperate desire that I’m almost certain has nothing to do with convincing me of anything except that I don’t want her to ever stop.
If her tongue wasn’t down my throat preventing me from speaking, I would be begging this woman to get out the single condom from my wallet that I’ve been carrying around for years. One that mocks me every time I open it to pull out some cash.
I wasn’t sure what I was waiting for to go all the way until this moment. Now I know it’s this right here, this incredible woman who is having her way with me, driving her pussy down on my cock like she needs it inside of her so badly that she’s trying to impale herself on it. I help her out by thrusting my hips up and using my cock to press those satin panties a little deeper into her hot, wet crevice. Honestly, I’m really trying to bypass the fabric to get to her bare pussy.
Before that happens, Jade moans
into my mouth followed by cries of, “Ugh! Ugh, God!”
And then I feel it, her thighs trembling on top of mine, her hips going wild like they’ve got a mind of their own, followed by the gush of liquid heat telling me she just came without anything more than the blunt head of my cock poking her through her panties.
“No, no, no,” I groan, punching my hips forward to try and get deeper. It’s not fair that she got off already and I didn’t.
Jade’s body slumps against mine, damp with sweat and limp as her head falls forward. I don’t have much time to be disappointed before she whispers in my ear, “Now it’s your turn.”
“Fuck, yes,” I groan. Certain that was her way of giving me permission to touch her, I glide one hand up her waist to cup her breasts and use the other to slip a palm into the back of her panties, grabbing a handful of her ass. My fingertips delve down deeper into her wet slit, prodding her tightness and making Jade moan into my mouth.
From that point on, we’re just wild animals, like Jade described, both of us pushing and pulling at each other, trying to get closer. Our teeth clash as our kiss turns violent. I pull my hand from between her legs to press down on her shoulders as the two of us try our damnedest to fit our puzzle pieces together, neither of us wanting to stop long enough for her to take off her panties.
I don’t know if it’s me or her or just friction that slides her panties to the side so that the head of my cock can push its way inside of her slick pussy. And once he’s in, that bastard doesn’t stop until he’s all the way in, hitting the dead end.
“Oh God, Knox,” she pants against my lips. “You feel…really good. So much better than…better than…I dreamed.” For a second, I think she’s gonna say some other man’s name while I’m buried inside of her. The beast wouldn’t like that, not at all, even if he knows he’s better. He doesn’t want to even think of her with another male.
And fucking hell, she’s right. It does feel too good because I should have a condom on.