The Cop (The Working Men Series Book 8)

by Ramona Gray

  Why exactly are you trying to flirt with him, Mags?

  I didn’t have an answer for my inner voice. Or, maybe I did, and I didn’t want to think too hard about it.

  You almost died, sweetheart. You almost died and there’s so much you haven’t done or experienced. You would have died a virgin at twenty-eight and that’s just about the saddest thing I’ve ever heard.

  I winced inwardly. I could almost hear the Price is Right loser horn blaring in my head.

  Life is short, Mags. Stop waiting for Mr. Right and go for Officer Right There.

  “Maggie?”

  Wyatt had moved until he was standing right in front of me and I tried to smile at him. “Sorry, just, uh, up in my head for a minute there.”

  He studied me, God I wish I could convince myself there was a little bit of lust in his gaze, but there was nothing, nada, zilch.

  Flirt harder!

  I tried to block out inner Maggie. I’d just been through a traumatic experience… of course, I was going to have weird and wild thoughts about my life. Maybe even a few regrets about what I had and hadn’t done, but tonight wasn’t the night to start rectifying it.

  Sure it is! You’ve got a cop standing in front of you who looks like he could be an extra in the Magic Mike movies. Now is the goddamn perfect time to give up your virginity.

  I cleared my throat and smiled at Wyatt. “So, um, what do you have planned for this evening?”

  Do you hear that sound, Mags? That’s the sound of your flirting attempt sinking faster than the Titanic.

  Wyatt picked up my suitcase. “Here, I’ll show you the bedroom.”

  Fuck me! It worked!

  I followed Wyatt to the bedroom, trying vainly to ignore my inner voice. My emotions and thoughts were all over the goddamn place and I didn’t know what the hell to do. I’d almost died tonight, was it really the time to be admiring Wyatt’s ass as he walked in front of me?

  “Again,” Wyatt pushed open the bedroom door and stood back so I could walk in first, “it’s small but…”

  “It’s perfect.” I ran my hand across the quilt on the bed. “This is beautiful.”

  “My grandmother made it,” Wyatt said.

  “Wow. She’s very talented.”

  “She is.” He set my suitcase down as I gave him a nervous smile.

  For the first time since I met him, he looked a little flustered and uncertain. There was a moment of awkward silence and then he was brushing past me and moving to the window. He checked the lock before turning back to me. His gaze flickered down my body and then back up to my face. “So, uh, I should go.”

  Panic and lust and loneliness washed over me, and I grabbed his arm when he walked by me. “Wyatt, wait.”

  “What’s wrong?” He stared at a spot over my head.

  I could feel his arm thrumming lightly under my hand and when I stepped closer, he made a sharp inhale.

  Holy shit… did he want me?

  Only one way to find out, Mags.

  “I don’t want to be alone,” I whispered.

  He swallowed hard. “Understandable. You’ve had a traumatic experience. I can, uh, see if my grandmother is awake. She’s a night owl and she -”

  “Wyatt?” I said. “Please look at me.”

  His gaze flickered to mine and a low throb immediately began in my pussy. The look on his face – I might have been a virgin, but I knew lust when I saw it.

  “Maggie, I should go,” he rasped.

  “No,” I said. “I don’t want you to leave.”

  “This isn’t a good idea,” he said when I stepped closer and draped my arms around his broad shoulders. “You’ve had a terrible night and you’re not thinking straight and -”

  I stood on my tiptoes and pressed my mouth against his. His big hands clamped around my waist and I moaned when his tongue immediately invaded my mouth. He pulled me even closer, nipping and licking at my mouth with a need that matched my own.

  I was overwhelmed by the sensation, by the way he just took control without any hesitation, but there was a part of me – a big part – that was totally digging it. There was no tentativeness in his kiss, no sweet coaxing. He was all hard demand and need and a take no prisoners attitude when it came to kissing and holy God… it made me hot.

  His big hand cupped the back of my head, threaded through my hair and pulled. The sharp bite of pain made me gasp, but if he felt bad about it, there was no indication. Not that I needed an apology. His rough handling was weirdly… enjoyable?

  Ooh, we’re kinky!

  My inner voice was delighted by this revelation. Me? I was too busy getting all turned on by the feel of his hard dick pressing into my hip. Officer Hot Pants wanted me as much as I wanted him.

  As if he heard my inner thoughts, Wyatt kissed his way to my ear. I cried out when he bit it and he gave my lobe a quick soothing suck before saying, “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

  “Yes, we should,” I moaned. “This is exactly what I need.”

  When he didn’t reply, I rubbed against that hardness pressing into my hip. “And from the feel of it, you need it too.”

  He took a step back, his big hand still threaded through my hair and holding me tight. He licked those beautiful, firm lips and said, “That’s my gun.”

  I blinked at him. “It’s your gun digging into my hip?”

  He nodded, and I blushed to the goddamn roots of my hair. Of course, I was rubbing myself like a horndog against his gun. I was punching way above my weight with Officer He Bites and I Kinda Like It, and there was no way I would make him that hard that quickly. Hell, I was lucky he even seemed to enjoy kissing me.

  “Near death experience and the most humiliating moment of my life both in one night. Super,” I said.

  Wyatt frowned, his hand tightening in my hair when I tried to move away from him.

  I stared at his broad chest, my shame growing. What kind of idiot mistook a gun for a dick? I might have been a virgin, but I wasn’t a complete novice about penises. I had touched them before and -

  One. You touched one in your first year of university and it ended badly. Remember?

  How could I forget? I hadn’t been expecting Reggie’s penis to just gush semen like a geyser the minute I touched it. Two seconds after seeing and touching my first penis, I’d taken a cum shot to the face that would have made a porn star proud.

  My respect for porn stars had skyrocketed in that moment. The burning sensation in my eyes, the wretched taste in my mouth… ugh. I had managed not to actually barf all over Reggie’s rapidly deflating dick, but my retching and the way my eyes had gushed tears had sent Reggie, a relative novice when it came to sex himself, fleeing in horror.

  And so ended my one and only introduction to the penis.

  “I’m sorry,” I said as Wyatt took my hand with his free one. “I thought you wanted me like I wanted you and now I’m really embarrassed and… holy crap.”

  Wyatt had pressed my hand against his dick, and it didn’t seem possible, but his dick was even harder than his gun.

  “I do want you, Maggie. Very much.” His voice was a low rasp that sent literal shivers down my spine.

  “I want you too,” I whispered.

  I was, in fact, almost desperate to have sex with him. I kept my hand perfectly still against him, even though I really wanted to curl my fingers around that almost alarmingly thick steel pole he seemed to be hiding in his underwear. But I was worried I’d turn his penis into a cum spouting fountain and be denied my chance at sex.

  “Are you sure?” He searched my face.

  I nodded. “Positive. Please, Wyatt, I need this.”

  He searched my face a few seconds longer before releasing my hair and stepping away. My immediate disappointment disappeared when he said, “Take off your clothes.”

  My hands shaking, I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it on the floor before unbuttoning my jeans and pushing them down my legs. I peeled off my socks and then hesitated. I’d been completely
naked in front of Reggie – I’d been planning on losing my virginity to him and being naked had seemed necessary to the procedure – but I was suddenly self-conscious.

  I had an okay body, if you looked past the tiny tits, and I tried to eat well and exercise despite my busy work schedule, but still… Reggie had been thin and a bit spindly and Wyatt was… well…

  I believe the term you used earlier was magnificent god.

  Right.

  Currently, the magnificent god was standing over near the chair tucked into the corner of the small bedroom. He’d removed his belt – good gravy, cops carried a lot of shit on one belt - and placed it on the chair before laying his vest on top of it. He took a condom from his wallet then stripped off his t-shirt. I stared in awe at his flexing back muscles as he shucked his jeans and underwear and socks in two graceful movements.

  I stared at the most perfect naked ass I’d ever seen in my life, swallowing hard when he turned around and the naked ass became the largest and thickest dick I’d ever seen. Hmm, maybe it wasn’t the best idea to have a giant dick be my first.

  Oh my God, you are not bailing out now, girl. I want that massive dick and you’re gonna give it to me.

  I honestly had no idea if that was my inner voice or my crotch talking.

  “What’s wrong?” Wyatt was standing in front of me now and I dragged my gaze from his magnificent dick back up to his face.

  “Uh, nothing,” I said. “Nothing’s wrong.”

  “Are you sure? You’re still dressed.” He placed the condom on the small nightstand next to the bed.

  I plucked nervously at my bra strap. “Wearing a bra and underwear isn’t really dressed.”

  He grinned at me – oh dear lord, the man had a dimple – and some of my nervousness just floated away. Damn, he was hot when he smiled full on like that.

  “You’re overdressed for what I’m about to do to you,” he said with another grin.

  I squeaked nervously when he pulled me into his arms. His dick brushed against my flat stomach and he made a low moan that made my pussy gush wetness. He flicked open my bra and pulled it off to land on the floor somewhere behind him.

  He eyed my tits and before I could give him a self-conscious apology for how small they were, his big hands were cupping them, and he was pinching and pulling on my nipples.

  “Holy God,” I moaned as my back arched.

  “So beautiful and perfect,” he murmured before bending his head.

  I had a moment to realize what he was about to do before his mouth closed over one nipple and he sucked hard. My back arched again, my hands clutching at his short, dark hair as he licked around my nipple before sucking on it again. His hand continued to pinch and pull my other nipple and what kind of freak was I that the pain only made the pleasure sweeter?

  Before I could dwell too much on my newly discovered freakiness, he was sucking on my other nipple, soothing it with soft licks that made my toes curl. He kissed between my breasts before pressing hot, open mouthed kisses across my chest and up my neck.

  “I want you so much, baby,” he breathed into my ear.

  I rubbed my fingers across his biceps, kneading and squeezing the hard muscles. “I want you too.”

  “Good.” His fingers curled into the waistband of my panties and he pushed them down my legs. I stepped out of them but automatically covered my crotch with both hands.

  He cocked his head at me. “Are you playing shy?”

  “Um, maybe a little,” I said.

  “No need to be. Show me your pussy, baby.”

  I continued to hold my hands in front of my crotch. It wasn’t that I no longer wanted to bang Wyatt, but I had pictured it as more of a ‘we both get under the covers and just do it’ scenario. This standing here completely naked with the light on was a little too much for me.

  I turned around and quickly pulled back the covers on the bed. “Why don’t we just get into bed and -”

  Wyatt’s thick arm curled around my waist and pulled me back against his hard chest. I slammed my hands over my crotch again as Wyatt nipped the base of my neck hard enough to leave a mark.

  “Show me your pussy.” His voice was firm and demanding.

  I ignored my immediate and weird urge to obey him and said, “It’s just a pussy, same as every other one you’ve seen. You don’t need, like, an up close and personal look at it.”

  He laughed and I squeezed my thighs together, a little worried that the fresh wetness in my pussy would drip to the floor.

  “Baby, I intend to have a very up close and personal look at your sweet pussy.”

  “Wh-what do you mean?” I craned my neck to stare up at him.

  His grin turned predatory and I made an unladylike squeal when he lifted me and tossed me onto my back on the bed. He pushed open my flailing legs and stretched out on his stomach between them. His big hands closed around my wrists and held them tight against my outer thighs.

  “Wyatt!” I tried to wiggle free, but it wasn’t possible. He was too strong, and I was trapped.

  “Hold still, Maggie, or I’ll give you a spanking.”

  My entire body stilled, and I stared down at him. He stared calmly back at me and I forgot about the fact that my crotch was directly in his face and said, “You’d spank me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Like an honest to god, over the knee spanking?” I said.

  “Yes,” he repeated.

  A deep and unexpected spasm of pleasure went through my lower body and my pelvis twitched upward. It was only a little, but a look of satisfaction crossed Wyatt’s face.

  Oh, girl. We are sooo kinky!

  “I don’t want a spanking,” I said quickly. I couldn’t be positive if I was talking to my inner voice or to Wyatt.

  “Then be a good girl and you won’t get one.” His gaze dropped to my pussy and I squirmed with embarrassment when he inhaled.

  “Wyatt, please, this is…”

  My voice stopped dead in my throat, the air rushed out of my lungs in a long drawn out ‘unggh’ sound, and my entire body stiffened, my hands clenching into tight fists.

  I had a tongue in my pussy.

  I had Wyatt’s tongue in my pussy, and it was… holy smacking snappers it was incredible.

  “Wyatt!” I cried, my pelvis bucking upward as he licked my slit from my hole to the top of my clit. “Oh my God, Wyatt!”

  “Does my girl like that?” He lifted his head and gave me a lazy grin.

  “Yes! Yes, your girl likes that very much. Do it again, oh my God, do that again,” I babbled as I thrust my crotch at him like an out-of-control marionette.

  He laughed. “Spread your legs wide, baby.”

  I let my legs drop open, no longer even remotely embarrassed about my pussy being directly in Wyatt’s face. Not when he had a hot and wet tongue that was rapidly becoming my new addiction.

  He was still holding my wrists and when he bent his head and licked my pussy repeatedly, I squealed happily and strained against his tight grip. I wanted to grab his head, wanted to guide that soft tongue back to my clit.

  “Wyatt, let me go!” I moaned.

  “No,” he said.

  “Oh fuck!” Just that one word, that oh-so-calm and decisive ‘no’ that fell from his perfect lips was almost enough to make me cum.

  Or maybe it was the tongue currently buried in my aching hole. I rocked my pussy against his face as he tongued my hole before nibbling on my wet pussy lips. I tried desperately to free myself from his hard grip, my lust ratcheting up to a whole new level when he gave my inner thigh a hard nip as punishment.

  “Oh, oh, oh god,” I chanted, my head whipping back and forth mindlessly as Wyatt worked me over with his lips and tongue. He slicked it over my clit, and I shrieked happily, my fingers digging into my own thighs.

  He kissed my inner thigh and I moaned in disappointment. “No, Wyatt!”

  “Do you want more clit licking?” He asked.

  “Yes!” I glared at him and he laughed b
efore kissing my thigh again.

  “Ask me nicely.”

  I kicked him in the thigh with my foot, cursing under my breath when it hurt. “Dammit, Wyatt! Do it!”

  “That’s not asking nicely, baby.”

  I squirmed against the bed. “Oh god. Okay, please do that again.”

  “Be specific, Magnolia. Tell me exactly what you’re asking for.”

  My scowl deepened but he just stared patiently at me.

  “Please, Wyatt, lick my pussy.”

  “Not bad, but you need to be more specific and maybe just a,” he grinned at me, “touch more respectful.”

  “Wyatt,” I moaned, “please.” My clit was aching and throbbing and I was on the edge of going completely insane.

  He bent his head and gave my clit a brief gentle brush with the tip of his tongue that only made me ache more.

  “Wyatt!”

  “Repeat after me, sweet Magnolia,” he said. “Will you please lick my clit, sir?”

  “Will you please lick my clit, sir?” I repeated immediately. “Please, sir?”

  “Yes, baby, I will.” He bent his head and proceeded to do exactly what he promised. His tongue licked across my clit with wide, soft strokes and I was brought to the edge of my climax instantly.

  When he sucked on my clit, I lost total control. My hips bucked up, my legs locked around his head, and I was engulfed by the hardest most intense orgasm of my entire life. His hands released my wrists, and I grabbed onto his head, grinding my pussy against his face as I rode out the rest of my orgasm.

  His hard hands pried my thighs apart and I collapsed against the bed, moaning and shuddering, my pussy quivering wildly with the aftershocks of my orgasm. I was barely aware of Wyatt getting off the bed and the sound of the condom being opened.

  When he knelt between my open legs and propped himself up on his hands above me, I smiled weakly at him. “Oh my God, Wyatt, that was… I mean…”

  He grinned at me. “You came fast. Has it been a while since you had your pussy eaten out?”

  “Hmm,” I said. I’d never actually had a tongue in my pussy before, but now that I had, I planned on it being a much more frequent occurrence.

  I relaxed beneath him, my muscles like jelly. Had I ever cum that hard before? I thought I was an expert at masturbation, at giving myself the best damn orgasms a girl could have, but I’d never been more wrong in my life.