Chapter 11 #2
He swallowed. “Only the guy didn’t slow down. He didn’t stop, and the nose of my dad’s cruiser was sticking out just a bit too far.”
Krista’s hand flew to her mouth. “Oh no.”
His throat undulated. “I was in the back. Otherwise I may not have made it. The speed of the other vehicle sent the patrol car into a pole, and both the driver and passenger sides in the front were crushed. My dad died instantly.”
She shifted onto her side, propping her body up on her elbow and letting her hand fall to his rock-hard chest. “I’m so sorry.”
He swallowed again.
“It wasn’t your fault. You know that, right?”
He let out a slow breath though his nose. “I know that. Doesn’t make it any easier.”
Her fingers mindlessly played with the light scattering of hair between his pecs, but his hand came out from behind his head and stilled their efforts, bringing her fingers to his lips.
“I don’t like that you’re a cop. Even light duty. Because it’s temporary. And that fucker Slade works there. I don’t like that your job is dangerous, no matter how admirable a job it may be.”
She let out an exasperated sigh. She didn’t want to fight. But before she could say anything, he rolled her onto her back, covering her with his massive and powerful warrior body.
“But I also don’t want to fight right now or talk about my family anymore. It’s much more enjoyable being inside you.”
Her legs spread of their own volition, and he nestled between them, his erection long, hard and eager, rubbing her clit just right.
Damn it. This was not what she wanted.
Well, yes, it was. But she also wanted to talk. They needed to talk.
“What’s the dirtiest thing you’ve done, Constable Matthews?” He bent his head low and fished a dark, tight nipple out of her tank top with his teeth. Krista shut her eyes and fought back the groan that built in her throat.
“Um … ”
He ground his hips against hers. Even through her underwear, he felt incredible. “Hmm, that dirty, huh?”
Her cheeks grew warm. “I’ve been around the block. What about you?”
He lifted his head, a rare smile tugged at his mouth. “You didn’t answer my question.” He bit her bottom lip.
Krista swallowed past the lump in her throat. “Well, um, some spanking and bondage. Ass play. My ex was a kinky fucker.”
The sound that rumbled at the back of his throat made her whole body stiffen.
Was he jealous?
“No ex talk,” was all he said.
She rolled her eyes but quickly forgot why when his teeth found her neck and his big, warm hand cupped her breasts. Thumb and finger rolled her nipple until a dull, decadent throb pulsed in her chest.
“What kind of ass play?” he asked, his voice low and gruff next to her ear as he nibbled on that sweet spot right where her lobe met her neck.
“Ummm.”
He lifted his head again. “Really?”
She nodded. “Yes, I have. Have you?”
He shook his head. “No, I haven’t.”
Liar! “Bullshit.”
A sexy eyebrow slowly drifted up his forehead. “Why would I lie?”
“Because … you had to have at least tried it once in your life. You’re … ”
Levering himself onto one arm, he put his other hand to work lifting up her tank top and exposing her breasts. “I’m what?”
“Good in bed. Insanely sexy … a fucking god. Pick one. You’ve probably screwed your way through a cheerleading squad.”
“So?” His mouth found a nipple, and he bit down. She arched into him and shut her eyes.
“So at some point in your thirty-six years, you’ve had to have found your way up a woman’s ass.”
He snorted against her chest. “Well, that was rather graphic.”
“Sorry, but when you’re uh … doing … what you’re doing makes my brain start to fart.”
“Again, rather graphic.”
Krista rolled her eyes. Her hand found him inside his boxers, and she began to stroke him. “So then why’d you ask me if I ever had?”
His head traveled down her body, warm kisses landing on her ribs and then the slight swell of her stomach. Krista’s heart soared from how much love he already had for his child.
“Because I’m curious. Did you like it?” His fingers hooked into the waistband of her underwear, and he tugged them off.
“Maybe … ”
“You want to do it again?”
“Why are you asking me this?”
His face was poised at the apex of her thighs.
A surreptitious flick of his tongue had her melting into the floor.
He lifted his head. “Because I thought if you had and were interested in doing it again, it might be a way for you to assume control. Teach me, boss me around. Tell me what to do, how to fuck your ass until you’re a screaming mess. ”
Well, holy shit!
She gaped at him. “Really?”
His tongue flicked out again, and the caterpillars kissed as he closed his eyes. “Mhmm.”
“I … I’d love to.”
“Good,” he murmured. “I don’t know much about it, besides what I’ve seen from porn, but what I do know is that I’m supposed to get you good and turned on.”
Krista nodded. “Yeah … ”
“And then what?” A finger slipped into her folds and began stroking her inner walls.
She clenched around him. “Let me know when you want another finger.” He dipped his head back down and went to work with his tongue and mouth.
Delightful circles and velvety licks had her thrusting into his face, panting and moaning and all but begging for another finger.
Their eyes locked for a brief second, and she nodded. She was ready, so very, very ready.
“Do we need lube?” he asked.
“I-if you’ve got it,” she said through shallow breaths.
He grunted at the same time as the sound of a cap flicking open.
Krista chuckled. “You just so happened to have some?”
His big, wily smile made her heart soar. “A man’s allowed to hope. I was a Boy Scout. Always be prepared.”
She chuckled and then gasped as cool liquid silk dripped down between her cheeks.
“Do you want to be on top?” he asked. “In control and with all the power?”
Krista’s grinned matched his. He really was trying to relinquish control. “Yes. That way you can play with my tits and stroke my clit.”
The fire danced lambent in his eyes as he sat up. “You’re the boss.”
She snorted. “Damn right I am.”
A low and carnal chuckle shook his body as they traded places and he reclined down into the nest of blankets. “At least for the moment.”
She straddled him and, without waiting, sank down, taking him into her pussy in one hard and fast push. They both let out involuntary moans, and his hands came up to knead her breasts and tweak her hard, needy nipples.
She rode him slowly, long, languid, leisurely glides of his body disappearing into hers, stroking searing hot across her slick and sensitive channel.
Her head tilted up and her eyes shut as she enjoyed feeling the big, gorgeous man inside her.
Skin to skin, flesh in flesh. He cupped her breasts and relieved some of the strain of their weight.
They’d grown again in the last few weeks, and when she went braless, they were a tad painful.
He tugged on the nipples and twisted until a sharp cry broke past her lips.
Lost in the moment, in the feel of Brock, Krista’s eyes flashed open when his fingers trailed down her body and wrapped around her hips, pushing her cheeks apart in search of her tight hole.
He was watching her. Those green eyes glowed near gold in the flickering flames.
His breath was ragged. His nostrils flared with each lift of his powerful hips, and with each lift, his pelvic bone grazed her clit. She was seconds from orgasm.
“Now?” he asked, the strain she felt in her own body equally evident in his tone.
She nodded, rising up on her knees and pulling him from her. He grabbed his shaft and held it firm. With her free hand, she grabbed the bottle of lube next to her leg and quickly squirted some on to his length, moving it around the soft, shiny crown with the tip of her finger.
A groan escaped him, and suddenly she ached to take him in her mouth. But they were on a different mission tonight. That desire would have to wait until tomorrow. Tossing the lube to the side, she lifted up again, making sure he was in position.
Gently, ever so slowly, Krista lowered her body.
Her breathing relaxed as she pushed out again with her muscles.
He entered her, and then there was that initial slight pinch of pain.
It’d been a while since she’d indulged in such deplorable decadence, so the snap of pain was expected.
She shut her eyes and pushed past the discomfort.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice thick with the effort of having to hold off his orgasm.
Despite the moment, a chuckle bubbled up in Krista’s chest. Of the two of them, he was in far more discomfort than she was, she was sure of it. “I should be asking you that. You about ready to explode?”
He grunted. “Yes.”
“Just a second.” She sank down a little deeper, taking him all the way. And then she began to move, starting off slow at first, just bobbing up and down, her body tight around his, and then picking up the pace when her own climax began to brew and threatened to unleash.
“P-pinch my clit,” she panted, angling over his body so that they were face to face.
He did as he was told, his other hand coming up to tweak and twist her nipples, but the combination of it all was just too much.
His hands on her body, his cock in her ass, filling her, splitting her, taking her, and when she dared to look up and catch his eyes, the way he was looking at her, with so much …
possession, so much awe, she was a goner.
Finding his shoulder, she bit down hard and gave over to the demand of her body.
Unleashing the pleasure and letting it take over.
His shoulder muffled her pleas as she convulsed around him, every cell in her body on fire as the climax ripped through her in unyielding waves.
White lights flashed behind her closed eyes, and the sounds of Brock’s release filled her ears.
She milked his cock and watched him as he gradually came down from his release, shuddering as the last of it drained him of all his energy.