SIX
Hollis
I’m not sure what the line of questioning is about but I guess turnabout is fair play. I just hope my answers are in the vicinity of what she’s looking for.
What am I saying? I hope they’re exactly what she’s looking for.
This woman is phenomenal. As unhealthy as it sounds, I’d probably change any of the answers she didn’t like if it meant I had a shot with her. And that’s not at all how I think. Ever. I make decisions for me, even if it means I make them alone.
The thing is, I don’t get the impression she’d want me to change anything, though I wouldn’t put money on the Sox going to the Superbowl.
Focus, Hollis, on something other than the incredible mermaid perched beautifully at the top of the ladder. You have a job to do. A couple discreet slaps to the face get my head in the game.
Cedar Spring’s own version of the Wet Bandits didn’t leave much but there’ll be fingerprints on something. If they’re even necessary, I have a feeling our friend in cuffs has realized he doesn’t want the blame lying solely on him.
“You okay up there?”
“Never better. I think I dropped something though. Yep, I did, there they go right there,” she says, poking her head over the trapdoor as whatever she dropped hits the cellar floor. “I’ll come get them.”
Was she wearing an elastic in her hair? Wait, are these her underwear? The warmth of the crotch on my fingers has my hard-on threatening to knock every piece of stolen goods off the shelving. How did her panties get down here?
When I look up, she’s descending the ladder, my flashlight shining on her barely there denim shorts. All day I’ve been wishing they were tighter but holy shit, my light illuminates the gap between her jeans and the tanned skin of her thighs.
Her panties are in my hands, and my eyes are trained on her bare pussy just a foot above me. Until her bra lands on my face.
“Oh no, that too? I’m so clumsy. I don’t know how that happened.”
I can’t stop my hands from reaching for her smooth legs, starting at her calves and running them all the way up her thighs as she takes another rung, bringing her curvy frame a step closer to my face. I wouldn’t normally do this but I can’t convince my body not to.
One more step brings her close enough to smell her arousal. Rather than step out of the way, I stay put as if there isn’t enough room, allowing her to climb right onto my face.
Her satisfied yelp when my tongue finds the sweet space between her legs tells me this is exactly what she was hoping for. The denim isn’t easy to pull aside but I’d move cars with my bare hands if it meant getting to do this for her.
My free hand wanders over her smooth skin, from her legs to her stomach, up her shorts just enough to graze her juicy ass. Every new piece of real estate I explore has her whimpering my name in a way that could keep me hard for weeks on end.
Her cream on my tongue has me fiending for more, delving deeper into the sanctity of her folds before licking her clit tenderly, only to dive back in. The pressure of her thick thighs pulsating against my cheeks has me losing my damn mind.
She climbs down another rung on wobbly knees, shifting her pussy out of reach but leaving a lasting impression on my tongue. I have never been so turned on in my life. The zipper on these things doesn’t stand a chance, I’m on the verge of tearing through.
“Officer Hollis,” she moans, breath caressing my face as if I wasn’t already aroused beyond all logic. “You shouldn’t keep your nightstick in your pants. You never know when you might need it.”
Before I can protest, she’s undone my fly and taken me in her mouth through the convenient flap in my boxer briefs.
Holy fuck, her tongue slithering along my shaft has my heart firmly lodged in my throat. I can’t breathe or think. Every stroke of her tongue has me convinced if I get any harder my dick is going to explode.
I haven’t inhaled since her mouth wrapped around me.
If she keeps this up much longer, there’s a strong possibility I could suffocate.
Good lord, she’s got all of me in her mouth, no hands involved, they’re fiddling with my duty belt until it drops to the dusty floor.
I tried to help but I don’t think I ended up assisting in the least.
She releases me from her mouth’s vise grip with a loud slurp and heavy breaths that rival my own, now that I can finally breathe again. The twinkle in her eyes has me shutting mine tight, I’m too close to the edge and looking at her could push me over in a millisecond.
“Meredith, you don’t need to-”
But I choke on my words when she slides down my body, dragging my cock up her torso beneath the fabric of her tank top, until her breasts are firmly wrapped around me. I have never felt anything so soft, so erotic in my whole life.
My hands grip the ladder rungs so tight I’m worried they might crumble to sawdust in my palms. We’d be trapped down here, but right about now that doesn’t sound like such a bad thing.
When my eyes finally flutter open, all I can focus on is the tip of my dick disappearing between her tits. My groan could be mistaken for a bear waking from hibernation.
“If you don’t stop, I’m gonna…”
“I know,” she purrs so seductively it’s got my eyes slamming shut again. “But I can’t stop. You’re gonna have to cuff me, officer. I’m not ready for you to paint me with your load.”
Oh fuck. What is she doing to me?
I pull myself from under her shirt. I’m so hard it feels like my erection has a migraine and her touch is the only thing that can cure it. But one touch would be more than I can take.
The cuffs from my belt make her groan the second she sees them, adjusting her hands against the ladder to give me easier access. There is no way in hell I’m actually going through with something like this. Is there?
I can’t, but I also can’t stop. Not with her swiveling her hips like she’s willing her shorts to fall.
I can’t bear to see her struggle.
Slipping my hands beneath her denim waistline, I slowly slide them over her hips, until I’m on my knees, face to face with the most beautiful pussy I could ever imagine. I have to taste her again. I need this image, this moment, this woman seared in my brain forever.
She’s too alluring. Too sweet. Too hilarious and sensitive in the most aloof way to be real.
She has to be a mermaid. She’ll swim out of my life under the glow of a thousand stars tonight, but for now she’s all mine.
And I’m going to treasure every second with this mythical woman who’s been too good to be true since she first made ripples in the calm water I was sworn to protect.
It was my heart that needed protecting, but screw it, she stole it and I don’t ever need it back.