Chapter Fourteen
I’d planned to fuck with her, to be my typical mouthy self, and piss her off.
She’d trespassed on our private property, and I was going to make a big deal of it, but now?
Fuck me. She was all heat, all passion, and I wanted to bury my cock so deep, all that mouth would spout would be moans, begging, and gasping.
Those words from her were all I needed, because you don’t fuck a cop unless they want it, right? Hell, it wasn’t even about her being a cop. I might be a mafia guy, and a biker, but I didn’t have to force anyone. I wouldn’t.
“You got a deity you want to pray to, because you’re gonna be hollering their fucking name,” I whispered, as I released her hand, and pulled her dark coat open, sliding my hands inside to find those pert tits of hers.
She always looked so buttoned up and untouchable in uniform, although I had to admit I found that hot as fuck, but right now she was wearing a thin black top, and it hugged her curves.
I couldn’t really see them in this dim alley, but I could fucking feel them.
She writhed against me, her tits practically fucking begging to be cupped in my hands, their soft flesh pinched between my fingers as I sucked on her nipples.
There was no time for that here though, and that kinda stuff was for when two people actually liked each other.
This was about fucking, and getting her the hell out of here. Wasn’t it?
“Thought you were going to make me ‘holler’,” she sassed, and I figured I’d keep that mouth busy, while we got down to business, grabbing her hands and pressing them against my jeans, as I went back to sucking on her tongue, and silencing her.
She got the memo, pulling expertly at the button and zip, and slipping a hand inside to stroke my cock through my boxers.
Why the fuck did I wear boxers? What a dickhead.
Her hand could be on my bare skin instead, if I’d just gone commando. Why the hell didn’t I just go without?
I ignored her gorgeous tits, going for the waist of her black cargo pants, fumbling far less expertly with several buttons, before I got them open, and dragged them unceremoniously down over her ass. She bit my lip, and I pulled back to grin at her.
“You wet, cop? You don’t need any more foreplay, right?”
She glared at me, and I winked, dropping low enough to press my face between her tits, nuzzling them before I moved lower down, breathing in the smell of her needy pussy before I even got that far.
“Fuck yeah, you’re wet. Bet you’ve been fantasising about my cock, huh?
Wanna know how big it is, is it tatted, is it pierced, all that bullshit?
It’s not. It’s gonna fucking spread you wide though.
” Nobody sane pierces or tattoos their most important fucking body part, if you ask me.
Women want robo-dick, they can fuck off somewhere else.
They want a good dicking, I’m their guy.
PC Pain’s fingers threaded through my hair, and she dragged me back up to glare at me.
“Are you done talking at me? I’m getting bored, you big dumb-”
Next time I’m silencing her with my cock, but a finger shoved between her legs, pressing the damp fabric of her underwear up inside her, does it pretty well too.
“All I wanna hear from you is moans, gasps, calls to a deity, and some sweet begging, cop. Otherwise I might have to give your mouth something to suck on.”
“Fuck. You.”
“Exactly, little pain in my ass, maybe next time you’ll get a nice pain in yours…”
She shuddered, and then her eyes seemed to regain their focus.
“Next time? There won’t be a next time, you meathead!”
“But if there were, clearly you want my thick cock right up your prissy ass.”
She was gonna start yelling again, so I made the ultimate sacrifice, and shoved the finger that had just been in her pussy in her mouth. I’d wanted to suck it myself, but she needed gagging.
“Free my cock, so I can shove it up inside you, and give you what you came here for.”
Teeth sank into my finger, as her defiant glare segued into a satisfied one instead. Fucking fire, that’s what she was. The flames that might just destroy me. A mafia man and a cop, what a fucking cliché.
Jamie
It was awkward, frantic, and borderline aggressive, but then it was never going to be sweet and gentle, was it?
This wasn’t love, it wasn’t even like. It was…
actually I’m not sure, lust, I guess? Desperate need.
Maybe all of our picking on each other had been foreplay, when we hadn’t even realised it was anything other than two people who couldn’t be more different butting heads.
Now different parts of us were about to butt, and I needed it like I’d never needed anything, but that didn’t mean I’d be easy for him. I had my pride, after all.
My underwear was pushed aside, and that finger shoved back between my legs and slid easily inside me, an embarrassingly wet reaction to the man in front of me who I wanted to fuck, but also punch in the face.
How could I want someone this much, when I couldn’t stand his smug face, that damn knowing smirk, and the filthy words he came out with?
“Jesus, cop, your voice pisses me off, but the sound of this wet pussy sucking my finger in? Music to my fucking ears.” Prick.
I opened my mouth to yell at him and his fingers slid over my lips, silencing me, his eyes wicked and mocking.
If I didn’t want his dick right now, he’d be on the ground holding his junk, after it met my knee with extreme malice.
He fingered me aggressively, his roughness sending shivers of need through me, because it was so good, but also it wasn’t enough. I wanted him inside me, but I wouldn’t beg him, I’d never fucking beg him!
“Bet you’d rather have my cock up here, right? Sucking it into this fucking desperate wet pussy. Guide me in, cop, show me my pussy.”
Wait, what? I tried to ask about a condom, but he was still covering my mouth, and when he smirked at my attempts to speak, I bit him again. It was the only way to get him to let me talk.
“You want to suck me instead?” He asked snarkily, as he pulled his hand away and stopped fingering me, sucking on his wet finger like some kind of savage.
“Condom, dickhead.”
He grinned slowly. “Don’t have one. Wasn’t exactly looking to get laid at a biker party full of guys, get it? You want me to waste precious time going to look for one?”
“You think you get to fuck me without one?”
His grin widened. “You think I’m gonna give you something, cop? Because I’m a biker, you assume I’m filthy… fucking women without protection, and carrying all sorts? Maybe you don’t deserve my cock, after all. I knew you were a pain in my ass.”
He backed up, tucking himself back in his jeans, and I realised I was about to lose my one and only chance to be fucked like that.
“Are… is it safe?”
He snorted. “I dunno, darlin’. You trying to trick me into fertilising you, because that’s not my bag. I don’t fuck women without protection, so you’d be the only one, but I’m not looking for some kind of long term fucking-”
“If this doesn’t happen right now, it never will.”
He was doing his zip up, so I was running out of time. “I… I have an implant. I… Jesus, will you just finish what you started?”
“Say please.”