Koa
4.
“Idon’t know.”
I almost feel her body vibrating underneath mine, even though I’m not touching her.
“You don’t know?” I ask, looking down at her perfect tits, rising with every breath she takes. Her hard, pointy nipples are erect, telling me the honest answer.
I throw caution to the wind. Fuck this day, this situation, me being on duty. And most of all, fuck Adrian Sterling for having something this pure and perfect for himself and hurting another fucking woman.
I really don’t want to use her, but I blame not having any for way too long.A sick, twisted side of me really wants her to still be his girlfriend, hoping to finally hit a fucking nerve inside that bastard.
With a quick motion of my hands, I have one of hers in the cuff, holding it over her head. I pull it over a handle that’s supposed to hang things. Suits me.
“You know what?”
I lean in and breathe in the sweet scent of her neck. It smells so good, I would love nothing more than to take a bite out of. She swallows and pushes her chest to mine. The poor quality of my uniform shirt letting me feel how hard her tips are.
“You’ve been drinking, Ms. Lacey Juliette,” I say for a third time tonight.
I press my body into hers, a sweet little noise escaping her beautiful lips.
“But that’s not the only crime you’ve committed, is it?” I ask, taking half a step back to watch her beautiful perky tits again.
They clearly have to be fake; I have never seen tits this big and perky that have been real.
“You’re not wearing a bra for these perfect tits, Ms. Monroe, and you know what that has caused?” I ask.
She moans, pressing her thighs together and looking back to my mouth.
“You made an officer hard,” I state, feeling my shaft press against the zipper of my pants.
She whispers a quick god before she looks down at my pants, seeing the evidence that I want to be balls-deep inside of her. I have to close my eyes for a second. Remembering to hold back so I don’t fuck a hole through her pants.
In the next second, her hand lands on my dick. My breath comes quicker. She cups me, as well as she can in her small hand, and squeezes. I can’t help but push into her hand a little before I tell her no.
“No, little girl. This is not my punishment. It will be yours,” I tell her, pulling her hand off of me and over her head to cuff it to the other one.
She closes her eyes, which are full of desire, and squirms a little. The underside of her boobs peak out of her shirt in this position. I look back up to the cuffs and see they are secured. I let my hands wander down her body and lift up her little black excuse of a shirt, revealing her porn star set of tits that don’t have any faded scar, only the stretch marks on the outer side of them.
And I fucking love stretch marks. I know women hate them. But when I see them I know I’m with a woman not a girl.
She has pointy nipples, a little lighter than I thought they would be with her brown hair. And I can’t help my miserable, horny self. My hands instantly go to them, pulling on both of them at the same time.
“Oh god, oh god oh god…” she moans, pushing her chest further into my hands.
I squeeze her boobs and push them together as I roll her nipples between my thumb and fingers. And, fuck, her big, perky tits are definitely real. This woman will be my fucking undoing. I press my dick to her middle so she can feel how rock hard her body makes me.
“You feel that, Ms. Monroe, I want to fucking arrest you and keep you locked up in a cell.”
She writhes and wriggles underneath me, trying to push her warm center against my cock.
“Officer Koa, please…” she moans, closing her eyes as if looking into mine is too much to take.
But I’m not having that. I want her beautiful, green elf eyes on me.
“Open your eyes, babygirl,” I say nudging her pussy again with my cock while I play a fast rhythm on both of her nipples with my thumbs.
Her beautiful, green eyes open and look from mine to my mouth and then down to my cock before they rest on my lips. I have to lick them. I want her mouth on mine, but I’m not really sure what I’m doing right now and how far I want to go, or how far I can go before I’m unable to stop myself with her.
For a tiny second I question myself. What the fuck did I do? But Lacey is quicker. Before my gaze leaves her perfect pink lips, she brushes them against mine.
“S… sorry…” she mumbles, but I don’t let her say anything else as I press my mouth against hers.
Shit…Her lips are a perfect fit for mine and I feel electricity zapping through my whole body as she continues kissing me.
Our mouths touch lightly at first before she sucks on my bottom lip and I open my mouth automatically. As soon as her mouth opens as well, I seek out her tongue with mine. We fuse together like a well-oiled machine. She’s giving me as much as I’m giving her, and I’m not even on her tits anymore as my hands capture her face, holding her still so I can taste every sweet inch of her. She tastes so damn good. I pull away for a second and take a look at her beautiful, flushed face. Her swollen lips and blazing eyes that look like a deer caught in headlights. Yeah, fuck, I feel exactly the same way.
But even though I feel like I’m a fucking fool for doing it, I attack her again. I push her further into the wall, taking what belongs to another man and making it mine. I kiss her harder. I’m mad at her for choosing him as her boyfriend. I kiss down her neck and she lets her head loll back, giving me all the excess I need to punish the sweet path that leads from her face down to her tits with hard sucks and bites. I leave marks on my way so that she fucking knows who she’s been with. So that he fucking knows that she’s been with someone else.
She moans when I suck one nipple into my mouth while my fingers play with the other one. Every now and then I push my hips into hers, letting her feel how much this affects me as well.
Everything comes so natural with her. She responds to every touch, lights up at every kiss I give her, and makes those sexy sounds while searching for my dick with her warm middle.
She squirms, trying to free her arms, but she’s at my mercy.
I go back up to her perfect lips and steal another kiss before my hands move to the button of her jeans.
I still for a second, looking into her eyes for permission. Her green eyes are glazed over with lust and I bet she’s just seconds away from coming. She nods.
I open the top bottom of her jeans, but the front pocket of it starts vibrating, the annoying, generic ringtone coming on, so loud I’m able to hear it over the music from the bar.
She freezes.
It’s as if someone threw a bucket of cold water over her head. A panicked look takes over her eyes, which flick from my eyes to my mouth and back up again.
And I get pissed because I suddenly have a feeling who just interrupted us.
I pull the phone out of her pocket and as soon as I look at the caller ID, she tries to wriggle out of the cuffs for a whole other reason.
“Officer please…” she begs me.
“Koa,” I press out through gritted teeth.
“Koa, please,” she says.
I have to close my eyes for a second because she’s still so hot directly in front of my eyes. Her perfect tits out under her little excuse of a shirt, covered in hickeys. The top button of her jeans opened, showing me a glimpse of black, lacy underwear. I hold back a groan, thinking of pulling down her pants and giving her marks on other parts of her body.
I watch the phone go silent before it starts ringing a second later. The caller ID still showing that dickwad’s name again.
“Who’s Adrian?” I ask, trying to act as if I don’t know shit.
Her eyes gloss over, and she bites her lip.
“He’s my… uhh…” she stutters.
“Is he your boyfriend?”
Our gazes meet, and I feel the electricity sizzle between us. But there’s something else clouding over our heads, making this thing between us dirtier than it should be, and not the good type of dirty.
“He’s… I don’t know how to explain. He’s… well, it’s complicated.”
I press into her again, kissing her lips a last time with a soft touch. She closes her eyes, her forehead resting on mine when I let go.
“Isn’t it always?” I ask, slowly pulling down her shirt, regretting every damn second of covering up her beautiful tits. They will carry a special place in my spank bank forever.
She smiles a little when I go up to uncuff her wrists. As soon as her hands are free she closes the button of her jeans.
“I’m sorry. I’m usually not the type of girl to make out with someone. I’ve actually never done anything like this.”
I grin, giving her a perfect, dimpled smile.
I want to come back with a stupid remark, like that’s what they all say, but the way she’s holding her wrists and looking up honestly into my eyes tells me she’s not lying. And my job gives me the ability to differ between a liar and a cheat.
I wonder why this girl just hooked up with a stranger if she’s not the kind of girl who would usually do something like that, especially being in a relationship.
My thoughts are back on that bastard, perfect timing for him to call her phone again.
She looks down to it, putting the tip of her thumb into her mouth, which brings her arm into my sight, directly under the light of the break room. I see a big purple bruise on it.
My mood shifts from hard for her to hard on her because I’m going to kill him.
“Is he the one who hurt you?”
Her unique eyes catch mine again, tears shimmering inside them. She shakes her head no.
“You sure?” I poke further, knowing I’m exactly right. Knowing this bastard laid a hand on a woman, again. And that it was my fucking fault he could do it another time.
A tear slips down her face, catching on her soft lips I touched just a moment ago.
“I’m sure,” she replies, standing up stronger, crumbling more inside.
I get so fucking angry about the situation.
“I can help you. I promise you don’t have to be scared. No man on this planet has the right to hurt a woman,” I say.
She looks up to the ceiling, trying to hold back the tears escaping from her eyes. When she looks back to me, her nose has a red tinge to it.
“I’m sure you’re very nice. And even if I don’t know you at all, you make me feel safe. But I can assure you, there’s not a single thing you can do right now. I have it all under control,” she tells me, confidence filling her stance.
“I know you feel that way right now,” I say, touching her beautiful face.
I wipe away the tears before tucking her hair behind her ear, revealing the cut on her upper cheek, which me so much angrier.
She closes her eyes on a sigh, leaning into my hand for a second before her phone starts back up again. I’m about to lose my fucking shit over this bastard. She takes the phone out of my hand and puts it on silent, not even looking back again at the screen. Her face tells me that she knows he called her again.
I ball my hands into fists, trying to let the anger flow away, but not doing a good job in regaining control of my emotions. It’s so violent inside my body that I can feel it seeping into every chamber of my heart. I can’t stop my mouth from saying something really stupid the next second.
“You don’t have to be scared because he’s a cop. I know you feel like you can handle it on your own, and I’m sure you will do just fine. But Adrian doesn’t let people off the hook so easily.”
One second, she was looking at me with trustful eyes, which were previously full of desire. But now, they are full of shock, and the longer I look back, I see the hate shimmering through. I know I gave too much away.
“What?” she asks, taking a step away from me. “How do you know… do you work with him? Shit did you lose a bet, had to pay him back somehow. What is it?”
She pulls her top a bit lower and crosses her arms over her chest.
“Look it’s not like that, please let me explain—”
“You know what,” she starts, holding one hand up. “I don’t want to know. I’m so stupid. Your partner recognized me. I should’ve put my brain on. I have to get out of here.”
She starts toward the door, but I catch her hand before she reaches it, pulling her back. I feel the pulse in her wrist against my finger and smell her incredible honeysuckle scent.
“I meant every word I said. Please call that number if you need help, I will be there in seconds to help you. That bastard got away with that shit for way too long. He shouldn’t be able to ever touch another woman. And what we just had moments ago, had nothing to do with him. It was all about you! You’re the most beautiful, sexy woman I’ve ever met. And if you don’t want to call me up for help, I’m begging you to call me so I can take you out. And if you don’t want a boyfriend, just someone who can make you feel good…”
I press her back to me, inhaling her neck, and she can’t help but let a little noise escape.
“Then I can help you come a hundred different ways, baby. I swear, Lacey Juliette Monroe, I’m able to erase every man who came before me,” I whisper, touching the skin between her jeans and top, right as she’s pushing her ass into my crotch.
“You made me look like a fool,” she sighs, giving me more access to the pulse on her neck.
I dive in immediately, pushing her against the door. My hands are on her tits a second later, right up under her top, playing with her nipples again, like strings on a guitar, exactly how she likes it.
I’m so hard against her ass and I don’t even feel sorry for it, but in the next second all goes to shit when there’s hard knocks against the door, making it rattle against Lacey.
“I’m sorry that I have to interrupt, bro, but we’ve got to go,” Ledger’s muffled voice comes from behind the door.
I close my eyes and groan with the pain of knowing I won’t be inside her tonight, maybe not ever.
Lacey wriggles out from underneath me and opens the door before I’m able to even utter another word. She takes her friend’s hand, who’s as equally flushed as her.
“Fucking call me, Lacey, I mean it!” I yell behind her, like a love sick loser, and Ledger snickers at me.
“Come on lover boy, we have to do our job,” he says, dragging me away from the break room, right behind the two girls who have already disappeared into the crowd.