213 High Street

by Christy Lockhart

  “Ryan…” Testimony to how much she wanted this, wanted him, she spread her legs a little farther apart.

  “Does your clit ache?”

  “Yes.” Sophie was a modern woman. She taught classes about human sexuality, she encouraged women to ask for what they wanted and to be honest about it. Women should say no to things and situations that made them uncomfortable, she’d lecture. And they should shout yes to those things they desired, even if they were naughty. “Touch me,” she said.

  He placed the flashlight on a countertop. The light wasn’t bright, but it was just enough.

  “You are wet.”

  “Yes.”

  He stroked his thumb across the distended little nub. She moaned.

  “Use the toy,” he said. “While I watch. Let’s see how this scientific experiment turns out, shall we?”

  “The front door is locked, isn’t it?”

  While he went to check, she turned the music back up. Not to eardrum splitting level, but enough to feel its seductive, electric beat. “I’d like to see you naked,” she told him.

  “Another time. When I’m out of uniform.”

  “Spoilsport.”

  Shocking her, her grabbed her around the waist and lifted her. He put her on the countertop.

  “Lay back,” he said.

  Her eyes widened with shock.

  “I want a good view of this scientific experiment.”

  “Of my crotch, you mean.”

  “That, too.”

  She opened her legs and placed her feet flat on the counter so she could bend her knees.

  Ryan leaned in closer and licked her, leaving her even more moist from the whorl of her tightest hole to the curls of her pubic hair. Her rear lifted from the counter, seeking more.

  When she realised he wasn’t going to do it again, she sighed in frustration and brought the bullet between her legs.

  “Let me help.” He parted her pussy lips.

  She placed the toy against her clitoris. “I need the remote,” she said. “Hand it to me?”

  He closed his palm around it. “I’ll be in charge of that.”

  So he wanted to be in charge of her orgasm, did he? Well, then. There were worse things, she supposed.

  She waited. And waited. Anticipation swirled through her insides, like a lazy snake, getting ready to uncoil. “Ryan.” She sounded almost pouty. “Stop being mean.”

  Sophie felt it then, a tiny hint of motion. It wasn’t anything to get excited about, more a tease of things to come.

  Part of her couldn’t believe she was doing this, lying here, her legs completely splayed open while one of Widby’s uniformed officers was preparing to get her off.

  Unbelievable.

  Unbelievable, and oh-so wanted. There was nothing like a man in uniform. Especially one as deliciously handsome as Ryan Kelley.

  He moved her hand aside and licked her clit again. The moment he moved her hand back, the toy made another little movement. “Uhmm.”

  “You’re getting wetter.”

  “You think?” she asked.

  He laughed, a rich sound that made her tingle. If she’d had any idea this side of him existed, she would have been all over him years ago.

  Another pulse and she lifted her hips. The next one was stronger. The one immediately following it was stronger in intensity.

  She waited with anticipation, feeling herself spread wide by his fingers.

  He took her hand aside again and then gave her private area a gentle slap.

  Her entire body convulsed. “Ryan!”

  “Give me the bullet.”

  He already had the remote control device, and now he wanted her to turn over her entire orgasm to him? So much for masturbation.

  He took the toy from her nerveless fingers.

  She’d had a number of lovers, but no one this intense. Most men she knew were all about their own pleasure. Foreplay was a means to an end. But Ryan was totally different. He concentrated on her, and solely on her. And it was heady stuff.

  Ryan turned up the speed on the remote, and a strong sensation shot through her.

  “T-minus how long?” he asked.

  “What?”

  “Until your climax?”

  As if she could think.

  “Do you come quietly?”

  She moaned.

  “No,” he said, answering his own question. “I don’t suppose you do.”

  His first question needed no answer, either.

  “Ryan…” She lifted her hips, pressing herself against the toy. “I—” Tiny little whimpers began at the back of her throat.

  He gently plumped her clit, making it even more erect for the next shattering pulse.

  Digging her heels into the counter, she rose up. Her entire body arched. “I’m going to—”

  He claimed her mouth.

  The toy gave another powerful motion.

  He suckled on her tongue.

  She screamed. Screamed and writhed and thrashed. Nothing pretty, just raw, satisfied female power.

  Thankfully, Ryan thumbed off the remote.

  After long seconds, her breathing returned to normal. Her pussy, though, continued to throb. When he finally ended the kiss—if that’s what it could be called—she slowly opened her eyes. With a self-satisfied smile, he filled her vision. She shouldn’t stoke his ego. But she couldn’t help herself. “Oh. My. God.”

  With slow motions, he moved his hand from between her legs. “Next time, Ms. Albin, you might want to lock the door at night.”

  She should be self-conscious. After all, the law was looking at her wet, swollen private parts. But what she really wanted was to do it again. “Perhaps you’ll want to make sure I’m not so remiss in future.”

  “Just so,” he said. He tipped his very proper cap her direction on his way out the door.

  * * * *

  “How’s the new product?”

  Sophie didn’t look up from her computer screen.

  “Sophie!”

  “Hmmm? What?”

  “Earth to Sophie. Are you listening?”

  She glanced up to see her sister Gracie, hands propped on her hips, staring intently. Sophie blinked. She really was somewhere else. With someone else. “What?”

  Gracie sighed. “You’ve been in your own world all morning.”

  Guilty, with no defence. She couldn’t even blame lack of sleep. As satiated as she was, she’d slept like the innocent, which, of course, she was.

  “So…?” she prompted. “I know you tried it. You left the packing material all over the place.”

  And Gracie, being Gracie, would have straightened up long before anyone else showed up. “It’s…” She searched for a word. “Nice.”

  “Nice? It’s supposed to deliver a stratospheric orgasm and you say it’s nice?”

  “Very nice, so far,” Sophie amended. “I still need to try a couple more settings.”

  In the back room, the electric kettle whistled. “I’ll get that,” Sophie said. Anything to make a quick get-away.

  She returned five minutes later with two perfectly brewed cups of tea. Gracie either still had her hands on her hips or she’d put them there for a second time. No one, no one, had more focus than Gracie, so it was entirely possible she’d simply stood there the entire time Sophie was in the back room.

  “What was so nice about the toy?”

  “Well, as the sales rep said, it has numerous settings. I tried ‘pulse’ last night.”

  “And it wasn’t stratospheric?” It had been three months since Gracie and her last boyfriend broke up. Like Sophie, Gracie was probably hoping for something out of this world.

  “It was.” But she wondered, was it the toy or the man wielding control of the remote? She planned to say nothing about last night’s visit from the constable. Not that they would condemn her for enjoying his company. On the contrary, they’d demand to hear every single, salacious detail.

  Usually she didn’t mind sharing… Kissing and tel
ling was half the fun, and that what the sisters had always done. But for some reason, at least for now, she wanted electric-blue eyed Ryan Kelley all to her greedy little self. “I was online just now sending an e-mail to our rep asking for a sample for you to try.” She raised a delicate china cup to her lips. “See what a good sister I am?”

  Just then, the door opened.

  Sophie scalded her mouth.

  Ryan? What was he doing here?

  Well, besides looking yummy? He wasn’t in uniform, and he looked just as delicious as he had last night. A deep blue sweater stretched across his chest, and it didn’t hide a damn thing. His biceps still managed to look large and well defined.

  Old blue jeans, worn dozens of times and washed until they were nearly white, showed the powerful size of his thighs.

  But it was his hands that riveted her attention. She remembered the feel of his touch as he parted her labia and gently squeezed her clit until it was a swollen nub. More than coax an orgasm from her, he’d demanded one.

  She resisted the impulse to fan herself. She was aware of the local law officer in a whole new way.

  “Good morning, Gracie.”

  “Morning, Ryan,” she said. “What brings you into our shoppe?”

  He fixed his gaze on Sophie.

  She willed him to say nothing, to pretend he hadn’t been in the store the night before.

  “I’m checking up on your sister. Making sure there were no troubles after last night’s adventure.”

  Damn him.

  “Last night’s adventures?” Gracie asked.

  Oh, oh. Gracie was back to having her hands propped on her hips. “I forgot to lock up,” Sophie said, waving a hand dismissively. “Fortunately Officer Kelley noticed while he was on his rounds. So, all’s well.”

  “Did you decide if you’re going to carry The Clit Rocket in inventory?”

  Too bad he wasn’t in uniform. She’d use his own baton to knock him upside his thick head.

  “I’d like to order one. I think you’ll sell dozens of them if you continue to give personal demonstrations.”

  “Personal demonstrations?” Gracie asked.

  The smile she’d been trying to keep in place fractured. Forget the baton. He was about to learn what deadly force was. “I’ll let you know when they arrive. Have a good day, Officer.”

  “I was hoping you’d show me the other settings. ‘Pulse’ worked well. Wonder what vibrate might do?”

  She placed her cup and saucer on the top of a glass case before it slipped from her nerveless fingers. “In your dreams.”

  “Actually, that’s what I did dream about.”

  He took a step towards her, and she smelled the spice of his soap. Her insides gave an odd little skip. Her pussy flooded with juices. What in the name of all that was holy was he doing to her? Besides trying to steal her control, the precious control that she wanted to hold on to.

  “Are you working late again tonight?”

  “Sorry.” She gave a smug, Cheshire-cat grin. “I won’t be here. Katie has the late shift.”

  “Good. I have the day off. I’ll be at your place at seven. Have The Clit Rocket available.”

  Her mouth dropped open.

  “Be naked.” Helpfully, he placed his finger under her chin and lifted it.

  Trapped.

  Gracie’s eyes were wide with curiosity, but she waited until the door gave a little jangle behind him before she said anything. “Dish.” Her hands were still on her hips, but her shoulders were raised in question. “You were here late last night giving personal demonstrations of sex toys to local law enforcement?”

  And he was a fast learner. “Biscuit?” she said, offering her sister a plate of Cadbury’s finest.

  Chapter Three

  Half past six.

  Sophie was pacing the entire length of her flat, including the bedroom. Back and forth, from the bedroom to her home office, to the living room and through the kitchen and dining room. And then she’d retrace her steps.

  She stopped repeatedly to pull back the curtains to take a quick look outside, just to see if anything had changed in the past fifteen seconds.

  She told herself Ryan hadn’t been serious. But he hadn’t given any indication he’d been joking.

  Just in case he was planning to show up, she’d taken her bath. She’d washed her hair and squeezed a generous amount of bath gel from the shoppe onto a body pouf. She smelled fresh and clean, and she like felt a complete fool. He probably had no intention of coming to her flat. And even if he did, she couldn’t say that she’d actually let him in.

  That didn’t stop her, though, from refreshing her mascara in anticipation and taking a swipe across her cheeks with the soft bristles of her blusher brush. And it didn’t stop her from lighting a candle, or from turning on some music. Classical tonight. That decision alone had taken three quarters of an hour.

  Finishing the day had been a challenge, especially with the questioning looks from her sisters.

  She’d nipped out of the store a bit early, with a vague excuse of needing to go the post office.

  The truth was, Sophie was ready to jump out of her own skin.

  Ryan Kelley unnerved her. It was more than his badge, it was his aura. The man crackled with restrained energy. She’d never shied away from sex. She’d even had a couple of NSA relationships. While most women couldn’t handle an emotionless, no strings attached affair, she was able to compartmentalise and had little problem with it. A couple of times, she’d even been the one to search it out. She’d boldly posted an ad on a local internet bulletin board when she’d travelled to the United States. Sex with a Yankee had been a kick.

  Sophie didn’t obsess over men. But she’d thought of very little except the orgasm Ryan helped her achieve last night and how much she wanted to do it again. There was something different about him that appealed to her on a primal level.

  He was self-assured. He didn’t ask what she wanted or get his own rocks off. Instead, he’d tuned in to what she wanted and gave her more than she’d been expecting. With his sexy, barely leashed power, she was a goner. In him, Sophie feared she’d very much met her match.

  No sense in making it too easy for him, though. She hadn’t complied with his request that she be naked. After her bath, she’d pulled on a crimson coloured silk dressing gown. Subtle. The gown ended a few inches above her knee and was cinched tight enough to show off her curves. She skipped putting on knickers or a bra.

  She’d been a bit daring by putting on a pair of fuck-me stilettos. He might not show up, but if he did, she could certainly hope he’d perform.

  By one minute until the hour, she was convinced she was going to wear a hole in the carpeting.

  At precisely seven, there was a knock on the door.

  She smoothed the silk down her thighs, but before she could respond, he’d let himself in.

  “Still not locking doors?”

  “Still coming in uninvited?” Self consciously, she was holding the lapels of the robe together. And when she realised that she was betraying how nervous she was, she forced herself to let go.

  And she tried not to drool. Earlier, in a dark blue sweater, he’d still looked somewhat official. Now, in a dove grey form-fitting T-shirt and jeans that hadn’t been worn enough to relax around the hip and thigh, he was simply yummy.

  His dark hair was a little longer than official regulations, she was sure, and a lock of it fell seductively onto his forehead. She could see the definition of his biceps and the cords in his forearms. His eyes, though, totally riveted her attention. He was focused on her, and it was as if the force of his personality commanded her entire attention.

  Was it hot in here, or was it just him? “May I offer you a drink?”

  “What’s tonight’s music?”

  “Sir Arthur Sullivan.”

  “I’m at a bit of a disadvantage.”

  “There’s more on the radio than just sports, you know,” she said. “But since I’m all in fav
our of culture, I’ll educate you. He was a British composer. Knighted by Queen Victoria.”

  “It’s fun. A bit lighthearted. A change from last night’s techno.”

  “It works.” Including the big crashing finish with cymbals. She was no one’s fool. She’d chosen the music intentionally.

  He closed the door and slid home the bolt. The way she felt, that might as well have been a clash of cymbals itself.

  Ryan followed her into the kitchen.

  “Is wine alright?” she asked.

  He took the bottle from her and uncorked it.

  Did being in control just come naturally to him?

  She poured two glasses of the merlot and drank deeply from hers. She’d never before noticed just how tiny her galley kitchen was. Come to think of it, she hadn’t had a man in it before.

  He left his untouched on the counter. “You like to fuck to Sir Arthur Sullivan?”

  Her heart speeded, then thundered to a stop. She twirled the wine stem between her fingers, suddenly nervous. “As much as anything else, I suppose.”

  “Have you tried the other settings yet?”

  She didn’t pretend ignorance. She knew he was talking about the Rocket. “No. I was satiated last night. I came home and went right to sleep.”

  “And tonight?”

  Sophie looked at him over the rim of the glass. “I have a high libido.”

  “Mind if I watch?”

  “Are you a voyeur, Ryan?”

  “Absolutely. It’s among my numerous failings. I think the female form is beautiful. I like to enjoy it.” His eyes narrowed intently. “I like to watch you strip, I like to watch you masturbate. Seeing you fuck yourself turns me on.” He paused. “Do you mind?”

  “Not at all.” In fact, her pulse gave an excited little skip. “I like having you watch me. It turns me on.”

  He took the crystal from her. With his other hand, he tugged on the belt that closed the dressing gown.

  She leaned towards him.

  He moved in her direction to accept her offered kiss.

  “The dressing gown…” she said softly, not kissing him at all. “Is all I have on.”

  “Good. The faster you’re naked, the better. I have a short attention span.”