by Lane Hart
“Josie? You okay?” Lawson asks through the door.
“Yeah, just a second,” I tell him. Shit. I have got to pull myself together. What is wrong with me? Has it been so long that the first orgasm he gave me was like a ridiculously intense earthquake, so now my body keeps having aftershocks? Jeez, it feels like I’m overheating, so maybe I just need some cool air to calm me down. On the ride home, I’ll roll the window down in his truck; and surely I’ll start to come down from this frenzy Lawson worked me into. Do I really want it to end, though? No. No, I don’t. It’s so good that I don’t see the harm in indulging in a few more mind-blowing rounds tonight. But first, I need to give the man, who so thoroughly rocked my world, a taste of this euphoria.
With a plan in mind, I start to think more clearly. I’m able to dress myself like the adult I am, and soon I’m stepping out onto the sidewalk where Lawson is waiting on me, now dressed in jeans and a baby blue button-down work shirt with Andrews’ logo on the chest. The sleeves are rolled up to his forearms casually, and I’m starting to think the man would look good in anything, but looks the best in nothing.
“Ready?” he asks with a lazy grin that lets me know exactly what he’s really asking – am I ready to have some seriously dirty sex all night long?
“Yes,” I tell him with zero hesitation. So what if tomorrow is Friday and we both have to work? It will be worth every hot, sweaty second.
Walking over to the passenger side of his truck, he opens the door for me, making me want him even more for his chivalry. I climb up and ready myself to take action once he’s inside. Glancing around, the sun will be setting soon on the otherwise empty downtown street, so we won’t have to worry about any bystanders.
I don’t give Lawson a chance to fasten his seatbelt. Instead, I throw myself across the bench seat and kiss him while my hands go to work on the button and zipper of his jeans. The man seems to be very agreeable to my plan, because he groans into my mouth and then helpfully lifts his hips so I can easily pull them down and out of my way.
When my hand wraps around his thick erection, Lawson’s head falls back against the headrest, causing our mouths to separate. Which is perfect, because it allows me to lower my mouth to where I really want it --- on his cock.
“Fuck, Josie,” Lawson says as he blows out a breath so heavy I feel it breeze through my hair. “Maybe we should wait until I get tested…ah, fuck!”
I take my time licking his swollen head, down and back up his length, sliding my tongue along every throbbing vein. When I finally seal my lips around the crown and work to take more of him, I taste his saltiness with each deep pull of my mouth. It only makes me want to suck him harder. Yes, waiting for him to get tested would’ve been the wise thing to do, but after how good he made me feel…I can’t resist. Maybe I’m not thinking clearly, but it seems so…right.
“Mmm…God, that’s good,” Lawson groans in approval, his fingers threading into my hair in a gentle grip, not to force the pace. His thigh under my hand is tense, and I know it’s with barely restrained need that he’s not thrusting his hips upward or pushing my head down. Trying to get to him at a better angle so I swallow all of his cock, I put my knees underneath me in the seat to lean over his lap. Just when my lips almost touch the base of his cock, he distracts me with a palm squeezing my ass before it slips under the hem of my dress. He quickly finds out that I’m not wearing any panties. I figured there was no point in putting the soaked ones from earlier back on, so I just trashed them.
“So wet and tight. I want you…so fucking bad,” Lawson tells me through panting breaths.
I hum around his cock when he slips a finger inside me, right as his grasp tightens on my hair, trying to pull me off.
“Josie…stop or…oh, fuck!”
I don’t stop, silently telling him so as I suck him harder, as much of him as I can take. “Don’t stop…don’t stop…fuck yes,” he chants as his hips piston off the seat, pumping his warm release into my mouth. I take everything he gives me. I’m a woman on a mission, still sucking him down and pumping him furiously with my hand when I hear the knock on the window.
Oh, shit.
“Fuck,” Lawson echoes my sentiments.
I look up and see a stern looking man in a black uniform glaring through the glass at us. Lawson’s now softening cock slips out of my mouth while the man’s eyes stay on me. Whoops.
“Out. Now,” another man says, his voice muted through the passenger window. Yep, definitely cops. The effect they have on my once burning body is similar to someone dumping a cold bucket of water on my head. Except for my cheeks. Between the arousal and embarrassment, the blush I’m sporting may very well be permanent.
I sit back on the seat, out of Lawson’s way so he can zip back up. Once that’s taken care of, he opens his door and climbs out, with me right behind him. My eyes are lowered to the pavement in dirty, dirty shame of what I was just caught doing when the second cop joins the first across from where Lawson and I are standing with our backs to the side of the truck. Such a stupid idea. Why didn’t I wait until we got back to my place?
“You’re under arrest for misdemeanor indecent exposure and crime against nature,” the taller, older cop with a crewcut says, sending a spike of fear through me. I don’t wanna go to jail! Wait! I have a get out of jail free card.
“I want to talk to my attorney,” I tell the officers proudly with my chin raised. “I work for John Scholtz.”
“Good for you,” the older one says. “And he can represent you in court. But we’re just gonna take you to the station to get processed, and then I’m sure the magistrate will let you out on a written promise to appear.”
I notice some of the tension appears to drain from Lawson, who’s standing rigidly beside me. He’s awfully quiet, and I worry that he’s pissed at me, blaming all this on me. Which he should, since it is my fault. But he was getting a pretty good deal, until these two fuckers showed up and ruined it.
“If you’ll agree to follow us, I’ll even let you drive your own vehicle instead of riding in the back of ours,” the cop offers.
“Thanks,” Lawson says. “We’ll go straight there.” Then his hand is on the small of my back, leading me around to the passenger side of his truck. I climb inside, not sure if I want to laugh or cry. When I finally catch Lawson’s eye as he’s shutting my door, I’m pretty sure cry wins by a mile because of his icy gaze. He’s pissed. Obviously. And knowing he’s mad at me makes my lungs seize up in my chest. Worst. Feeling. Ever.
The short ride to the police station is silent; and once we go inside, they take us in opposite directions with different officers for what they call “processing”. I feel like a criminal after I’m fingerprinted, photographed and otherwise humiliated. All without my panties on. They might as well have stamped “slut” in big red letters across my forehead. I overhear officers snickering, and I know they’re talking about me. The worst part is, I recognize some of them from our criminal cases. And while I’ll be labeled a whore from now on, I’m sure they’re slapping Lawson on the back, commending him on his charges.
Finally, I go before the magistrate, who is not the least bit intimidating with his potbelly and bald head. He kindly agrees to let me go on my promise to appear on my court date a month away, just as the cop predicted. It was all relatively painless, except for the ding to my reputation and the ache I feel, wondering if Lawson will ever speak to me again.
In the station lobby, I’m a little relieved to find him waiting for me in one of the orange plastic chairs. At least he didn’t take off and abandon me.
“Hey,” I say in greeting, hugging my elbows while trying to paste a smile on my face.
“Hey,” he replies without looking at me before he stands up and leads the way to the front door. He holds it open for me to go through it, and then we’re outside at his truck.
“Lawson, I’m sorry – ” I start to say to him as we stand beside the open passenger door.
“Don’t,” he says,
holding up a palm. “Just get in the truck, Josie.”
Wow. His words are so cold I practically shiver when I do as he asked. So imagine my surprise when, a few minutes later, we pull up at his apartment instead of mine. I’m afraid to say anything in case he doesn’t realize where we are and decides to take me home.
He growls out the curse, “Stupid fucking whore!” before we pull into a parking spot.
“I said I was sorry!” I exclaim at his harsh words.
“What?” he asks when he turns to me, his jaw clenched so tightly I’m pretty sure I hear his teeth grind together. “Katrina’s car is still here after I told her to get her shit out before I got home!”
“Oh,” I mutter in understanding, and follow his glare to the sporty black car parked next to him.
“Sorry,” he says, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Would you mind coming in with me to make sure I don’t kill her?”
“Ah, s-sure,” I say. “A little dose of jealousy couldn’t hurt either, right?” I ask.
He tilts his head to the side in thought when he removes the key from the ignition. Then an evil grin stretches across his beautiful face as he turns to face me. “You and I have been fucking for weeks,” he informs me before he leans over and presses a quick kiss to my lips. “And it’s absolutely amazing!”
Giggling at his enthusiasm for revenge, I climb out of the truck and meet him in the front of the classic fender where he grabs my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine and giving my hand a squeeze as we take the stairs to the second floor.
“This is gonna be fun,” he says, looking happier than a kid on Christmas, when just moments earlier he was pissed off and yelling. “She brought it on herself. If she’d just got her shit out like I told her to, it could’ve been avoided.”
He unlocks the door, and then I follow him into the apartment.
“Did you forget you don’t live here anymore, you soulless cunt!” Lawson calls out, making me laugh out loud. Sure, it’s one of the most derogatory comments I’ve ever heard spoken, but she cheated on him! Him, a god among men.
“Aw, babe, can’t we just talk about this – ”
A beautiful woman with flowing brown hair that hangs to her waist, and who could easily make a living on a runway, steps out of the bedroom…wearing nothing but a sheer, pink babydoll teddy. When she sees me standing next to Lawson, I swear it looks like she slams face first into an invisible brick wall.
“Ugh,” Lawson mutters in disgust that sounds so genuine I almost buy it. Almost. “After six months you should know I fucking hate the color pink.”
“Who-who is this?” she asks, thrusting her big breasts out and putting a hand on her cocked hip, trying to look even sexier. Skank.
“Bitch, meet Josie. Josie this is the bitch I’ve told you so much about for the past few…how long has it been, three weeks?” Lawson turns to me and asks with a big, genuine smile, giving my hand he’s still holding a squeeze.
“Tomorrow will be a month,” I tell him with a wink.
“Ah, you’re right. How could I forget our anniversary?” he asks with a kiss that leaves his lips lingering for a long moment on mine. “I had to mop up the garage.”
“Sort of like tonight,” I add, and he kisses me again, which is all the incentive I need to keep playing along.
“What-what’s going on, Lawson?” the bitch asks.
Unfortunately, he pulls away from me, straightening to face her. “You and that asshole did me a favor, saving me from having to admit to you that I’ve been cheating on you for weeks and wanted you to move out. Why do you think I get home so late every single night?” he asks with a shrug, sounding so convincing I almost fall for it, having to remind myself we just met yesterday. “So, yeah, thanks for saving me from the drama. But why the fuck are you still here?”
Well played.
“But…we…I…” The bitch stutters and blinks her eyes, trying to make them water, and making me want to slap the pretty off of her. How did he put up with her annoying voice for so long? She needs to be slapped just for cheating on such an incredible man.
“Pack your shit and get out by noon tomorrow,” he tells her sternly through his clenched teeth. “If you’re still here after that, I’ll have your ass thrown out. Understood?”
She nods but doesn’t speak.
“Good. Now, I need a change of clothes, and hopefully some condoms, and then we’re getting the fuck out of here,” he says to me before he pulls his hand away and strides past the cheating slut to his bedroom.
While he’s gone, the pretty whore looks me up and down, judging me with her nose scrunched. I hold my ground without flinching. Regardless of whatever she thinks about me, I’m the one he’s going home with tonight, because I’m not a cheating bitch.
“Just wait,” she says. “Soon he’ll toss you aside just like he did me. I may not have known about you, but I knew about all the others.”
“Others?” I ask before I can help myself.
“Women he’s fucking,” she replies with a smirk, all that fake sadness completely wiped away from her face. “If you don’t believe me, look at his phone.”
“Let’s go,” Lawson says when he comes through without stopping, a duffle bag over his shoulder. He grabs my hand and tugs me behind him right out the door.
Chapter Ten
Lawson
I wanna punch something or fuck something. Well, fuck someone --- Josie.
Never one to be great at controlling my temper, I’ve nearly reached my limit tonight as I park in Josie’s apartment complex.
First, those asshole cops came along and watched her suck me off. Then I had to deal with hearing all those fuckers at the police station taking shit about her. And after all that bullshit, I pull up to find the bitch still hasn’t moved out because she has some sort of delusions that we’ll…what? Get back together? That I’ll forgive her? Never fucking happening.
Now, though, I’m on edge, about to snap. All day I’ve been thinking about fucking Josie. And then this afternoon, when we were so close, there were nothing but cockblocks. Not anymore. I need to be inside of her, or my cock might seriously explode from being too hard.
As soon as we walk into her apartment, I’m on her. Grabbing Josie clear off the floor, she yelps out in surprise right before my mouth crashes over hers. I don’t let up as I carry her to the sofa, unable to make it to her bedroom. I go down with her on the cushions, so desperate to have her that I’m practically humping her through our clothes already. I’m so close to just ripping the material off both of us. The need for us to be together is so strong it makes me feel drunk and crazy. There’s an actual ache inside me, growing more painful every second we wait. All day long I’ve thought about this moment, knowing it’s gonna be incredible.
Using my knee, I spread her thighs to wedge my body between them, while at the same time pushing her dress up, trying to get it out of the way.
“Take it off,” I growl against her lips when I can’t get the shit above her breasts. Reluctantly sitting back on my knees, I give her room to rise up, and then I’m helping her tug the material up and over her head before tossing it over my shoulder. “Thank fuck,” I mutter, my fingers reaching around to her back to unsnap her bra while she’s still upright.
Once I have Josie naked, since she lost her panties at the garage, we fall back down to the cushions, and she starts getting my clothes off, unbuttoning my shirt, unzipping my pants. I’ve never undressed so quickly in my life.
While my cock might be leaking all over Josie’s stomach, begging to go inside and play, I know that can’t happen just yet. My mouth stays busy sucking on her nipple, as I lower my hand between her legs to get her good and…fuck, she’s so ready. Knowing she’s so turned on revs my engine even more. Slipping my finger inside her causes her to buck like a bronco underneath me while she moans and digs her fingernails deeper into my scalp. Fuck yes. I quickly work another digit into her tight warmth and don’t stop finger banging her until she com
es for me, squeezing the shit out of them so good.
“Lawson…Lawson, please,” she begs, as if I need convincing. I’m already reaching to the floor, digging in the pocket of my jeans to find one of the three condoms I still had tucked away in my nightstand after all these months.
Then I do either the stupidest or smartest thing I’ve ever done in my entire life.
I look at the date stamped on the condom wrapper.
“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I groan.
“What? What’s wrong?” Josie asks, sitting up on her elbows.
But wait, there are two more! I quickly dig those out of my pants pocket, and throw them over my shoulder because they’re rubbish.
“They expired last month,” I tell Josie, holding up all three worthless pieces of latex. “Please tell me you have a stash.”
“Fuck,” she says in response before plopping back down on the sofa. And while I’m glad that likely means she hasn’t fucked anyone recently, it also sucks ass. “Well, there’s only one thing to do,” she says.
“I guess I should get dressed and run to the store,” I reply with a sigh of exasperation.
“Obviously, but first I was gonna suggest a sixty-nine.”
“Shit, yes,” I agree with a chuckle. What can I say? I love how this woman thinks. “Otherwise I might die.”
“Bed?” she asks.
“Oh yeah,” I say before I jump up, toss her over my shoulder and stride with purpose down the hall. I throw her down on the bed and follow so fast that she giggles.
“In a hurry?” she asks with a grin.