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Tipping her hips, she placed his cock head at her opening then settled on him until he slipped in a tiny bit. She sucked in a quick breath, taking air from him, when his fingers tightened on her bottom. He gripped her fiercely then pulled her down, impaling her.
Fiona released his lips and buried her face in the curve of his neck. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she gripped him tight with her thighs and rode him, pumping her hips and meeting his thrusts. The sounds of their passion filled the car, which rocked on its suspension, keeping their cadence in perfect harmony.
She could only feel, not see. In the dark, the man below her could be anyone she wanted him to be. But she wanted him to be exactly who he was. Another brief flash of light across his face showed he was just who she needed him to be.
Her belly tightened with teasing hints of climax. She sucked air in little pants, pressing her mouth to his neck, loving the sound of his groans beside her ear and the throb of his vein under her lips. Her passion climbed higher and she drew in a breath, holding it until she was desperate for air. It rushed from her when the sweet rolling bliss bloomed from her pussy. She came apart on his lap, gushing on him and crying out as her orgasm swept her away.
He roared his release and swelled within her. Filling the interior of the car with his man sounds as he came inside her.
And Fiona loved it, loved that she could bring him a growling release that was as old as the mating ritual itself. She rocked on him and a second orgasm shook through her in her first ever multiple.
Finally, she fell over his shoulder, boneless and sated. His fingers splayed over her back, pressing in delicious little kneads until she came down from her orgasmic high.
“Wow.” What a silly word to say, but it said it all. Simply, wow.
“You got that right, sweetheart.”
Fiona sighed. “So, do you think you can take me home after all?”
He burst out laughing. “Maybe in a little while.”
She smiled. She wasn’t in a hurry to go anywhere.
~The End~
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No Toys Tonight—Off Duty
Out of habit, Reid scanned the road and sidewalks. Anything that moved caught his attention. He was always on. Ready and primed for something.
Especially tonight since he was supposed to be off duty. All he wanted right now was to crash in front of the TV with a cold beer and watch football, tune out the world and chill, but first he was going to slide by Deni’s and grab a pizza. It had been a fuck of a day.
Earlier, though supposed to be off duty, he had gotten a call for a prisoner extraction, and then it had been on to a weapons call. The OT was nice, but he was wiped. The shower he’d taken before leaving the station had refreshed him somewhat, but the pizza and beer called to him like a hooker. In forty minutes he’d be the couch king, and he wasn’t about to give up his crown.
No matter how hard he tried, not seeing everything around him didn’t happen. So the lanky woman with a skirt riding high on her thighs and legs that went on forever wasn’t hard to miss. She stumbled in her high heels and staggered on the sidewalk in front of Zia’s. She looked a right mess with her hair flying all around, wiping her face with one hand and waving the other in the air.
What the fuck? She was waving. At him?
A quick glance around showed he was the only car on the road at the moment. Did she know he was a cop? The plain, unmarked sedan didn’t scream cop car.
After checking his blind spot, he steered to the curb and gave her a good once over. What the hell was a hooker doing in front of a male strip club? Mascara smeared down her cheeks. She was crying. He checked to see if anything else looked amiss. All seemed well.
He pushed the button to roll down the window so he could speak with her, but she pulled the door open and fell into the back seat. The gust of sultry night air that followed her in blew her intoxicating scent, touched with a hint of booze, and... yep, sex musk—right into his sex-starved brain. His dick jumped with a mind of its own.
Whoa! When had he ever got the hots for a hooker? Never.
“Holy shit. Take me home.” Her voice was liquid honey, husky and deep. It reached right down and grabbed him by the balls.
Fuck! She was a looker in her mini-skirt, high-heeled shoes and skimpy top under the jacket, but he wasn’t into sloppy seconds. Despite that fact, it had been way too long since he’d been in anyone. Maybe that’s why the hooker was getting under his skin and heating him up so fast.
“And where might that be?” He tried not to let his irritation come through in his tone.
“Uhm—” she sniffed. “—ah, Hills Court. Do you know it?”
Great, looks like she’s a cokehead with all that sniffling. Of course he knew the address. He pulled away from the curb. It was an upscale area for professionals. Business professionals. Not hookers. He looked at her again. This time he saw past the makeup-smeared face, wild and crazy auburn hair, and sniffling. No hooker this one. Had something happened to her? Why was she so disheveled? Time to put his cop hat back on.
“Yes, ma’am, I do. Are you all right? Did something happen to you?”
“No, I’m fine. Thanks.” She sniffled again and rubbed the back of her hand under her nose. She fussed with her hair then dropped her hands with a sigh of what sounded like exasperation. Even with her messed up appearance, she was hot.
“Are you sure?” He pressed, concerned but hoping it was nothing big so he could get on his way. The last thing he wanted to do tonight was more reports.
“It was just a crazy stupid night with some friends that was getting out of hand.”
“How so?”
She pinched the bridge of her nose and didn’t answer him. Clearly, she’d been drinking given the way she swayed in the back of the car as he drove. She fumbled with her jacket, yanking it off before tossing it beside her. The smooth curve of her shoulders and tanned chest made him want to see more.
He rose a little higher in the seat to get her full reflection in the rear view mirror. The swell of her breasts above the neckline of her top caught his attention. Sweet Jesus. She was stunning.
She hadn’t answered his question. “Ma’am, how did it get out of hand?”
She told him about the night with her friends that she ran out on. Humor and relief washed over him. She wasn’t a hooker or in any trouble he’d have to deal with. He could just take her home and be done with it.
But her essence filled the car. The smell of sex from the club clung to her. The combination turned him on and his cock swelled, telling him it wanted some action. Her reply to his question about whether she’d had a good time or not was the icing on the cake.
“No, not really. I can think of better ways to have a good time.”
He had to ask. “Really? I’d be interested in hearing some of them.”
She rubbed her eyes and for the first time met his gaze in the rear view mirror. The street lamps flickered golden light on her as they drove. He was captured by the hypnotic allure of her dark gaze. Her wild hair with that just-fucked look made him hornier than hell.
She kept his gaze until the radio at his knee squawked with a dispatch call. Then her eyes widened and she curled her fingers on the seat back beside his shoulder. She slid forward and peered over, bringing a wave of her exotic scent into the front, enveloping him like a heavy, sultry mist. His raging hard on increased the pressure in his groin.
He’d definitely need to get relief tonight after he dropped this vixen off.
“Holy shit, you’re a cop.”
Then it dawned on him, she didn’t know he was a cop. He smiled. “Am I? Hadn’t noticed.”
She chattered about not recognizing the car and how she was sorry to bother him, but he didn’t really hear a word. She’d grown on him. How could he spend more time with her? Maybe all he had to do was ask? “So, what are you plans for the rest of the night?”
A seductive smile curled her lips and he nearly choked when she said, “I’ve been
a very bad girl and need to be punished.”
He stared at her in the mirror. Had he heard her right? She knew he was a cop. Would she call foul if he played along with her or was that her turn on?
His instinct was to drive her home and say goodnight. That’s what he should do, but something held him back. The sexual heat radiating off her was too appealing to ignore. He’d take his chances, see how far she would really go, and if she called a halt, then that’s what would happen.
So much for pizza, beer and football.
Reid knew an out of the way place and wasted no time getting there. Bumping over the rough laneway, he pulled up under an overhanging tree branch in a back lot. Not the most romantic place, but definitely private.
He hauled ass out of the front seat and opened the rear door. Not wanting to appear like a stallion rushing a mare he paused, took a breath and leaned one arm on the roof, looking in at her. “So then, I understand you’ve been misbehaving.” Assuming detective-interview style, he hadn’t asked it as a question, made it simply a statement.
She nodded.
Their gazes locked as he slipped in beside her. She didn’t waste any time straddling him. The heat from her pussy seared him through their clothing and he ached close to bursting. Her laugh that came from deep within, sexy and full of promise, curled his toes. He was in for a wild ride.
The touch of her fingers over his shoulder to his neck set off a chain reaction that zeroed in on his cock. He didn’t resist when she pulled his head to hers. Their lips crashed together. Fierce. Powerful. Mouths open, their tongues clashed and fought.
She let go of his head and trailed her hands down his chest to his lap. She found his cock, rubbing him through his pants. Reid moaned into her mouth and wrapped her in his arms until she was flush to him.
Then there was sensation so acute, like skin to skin, even though clothes separated them. She panted and moaned. Her sweet little sex sounds ratcheted him higher. Reid dug his fingers into her ass, liking the way the firm flesh fit into his palms. He ached to find her hot center and bury his cock in her deep, pulsing heat.
She lifted her head and reached for the zipper on his pants. “W-what’s your name?” She tucked her face into his neck, her breath scalding, sending fire through his veins. He wanted her mouth on his cock as much as he wanted to thrust into her pussy.
“Sure you want to know, or is the mystery better?” He growled the words into her hair. God she smells so good.
“Mmm, I do like a mystery.” She whispered and pressed her lips to his throat.
“Then maybe we should keep it that way for now.” Reid placed a hand on her chest and pushed until she rested against the back of the front seat. He wanted to see her. Look at her. Feel her. Taste her.
He slid his hands upward, over her silky flesh, hesitating a moment just below her tits before pushing her top to her shoulders. A lacy bra that showed the dusky shadow of her nipples cradled her breasts, which strained against the fabric. He had to touch them. Sweeping his hands over her skin, he made sure to bump over the hardened tips before gently pinching them. His deep groan matched her soft one.
She pumped her hips, grinding her pussy on him. Hot dampness rushed from her, telling him she was ready.
God, she was one hot number. Reid pulled down the edges of her bra, exposing her nipples. Bending to her, he breathed in her essence and pushed her breasts together.
“Suck me.” In the dark, her voice whispered around him.
Reid didn’t need to be told twice. He took a nipple between his lips then nibbled and sucked, holding her as she trembled on his lap. He couldn’t quite believe what was happening, but she was into it as much as he was, so he forged ahead. Glancing up at her, he smiled, gently holding the stiffened peak between his teeth, when he saw she watched him in the dim light.
She trembled on his lap. “Get your pants off.” Her voice was shaky.
“Lift,” he instructed.
She rose onto her knees, and he pushed his pants down while she dug in her purse then pulled out a condom. He captured her lips with his, deepening the kiss until a low guttural moan came from her. After taking the condom from her, he reached between them and put it on. The backs of his hands brushed her pussy, dripping and hot with her arousal. The only thought in his head now was to fuck her. Drive into her and feel her muscles contract around him.
When he yanked on the lace of her thong, it came apart easily. He grabbed her ass and lifted her with ease until his cock head pushed at her opening. Lips still fused, he took her hips in a tight grip and pulled her down onto him until he was buried deep in her sweet heat.
She broke the kiss and buried her face in his neck. Her arms slid like a vice around his shoulders, and she rocked on him until he was mindless.
Their movements shook the car. Their sex sounds—moans, groans and her soft gasps—filled the dark interior, heightening the passion. She was a wild thing on him, and he curled his arms around her, pressing his fingers into her back to keep her close. He couldn’t get enough.
Her breathy sounds told him she was about to orgasm, and he thrust upward, wanting to hear her come, feel the pulse of her pussy around his cock as she milked him.
Suddenly, her frantic movements stilled and she sucked in a breath before falling apart on him, trembling in his lap. Wet heat gushed around his cock, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. His orgasm fired down his spine then fanned in his hips. His balls tightened and he exploded. He roared as her pulsing heat throbbed around him.
She rocked her hips and cried out with a second orgasm, killing him with excruciating pleasure on his super-sensitive dick. Breathing raggedly, this amazing woman clung to his shoulder and hung on him. Her heart pounded in time next to his.
Reid ran his fingers over her back.
“Wow,” she said.
He chuckled. “You got that right, sweetheart.”
She sighed, “So, do you think you can take me home after all?”
He heard the humor in her voice and burst out laughing. That was the last thing he’d expected her to say after wow. “Maybe in a little while.”
She sighed and tightened her arms on him. She was obviously in no hurry to go anywhere.
He smiled. Neither was he.
~The End~
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About Cristal Ryder
Cristal read her first romance at age twelve. Taylor Caldwell introduced her to passion and romance that fueled a craving to read anything she could get her hands on.
She wrote her first story at fifteen and spent many hours escaping into worlds she created on the walk to and from high school with her friends.
Cristal lives in a small Canadian town, is a single mom of two college aged sons. Along with her writing, Cristal works full time, loves horses, the outdoors and will jet off at any given opportunity to see the world.
Cristal is multi-published with Ellora's Cave and Lyrical Press.
Website: http://www.cristalryder.com/
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