Chapter 17
The lights flicker behind me as I groan out. I was probably speeding, but seriously, it couldn’t have been that fast.
Rolling my eyes, reaching over to my purse, pulling out my wallet, and setting it on the center console. I crack my window as I can see whoever it is approach and hear him speak.
“You know why I pulled you over?”
Just the sound and demanding tone in his voice, makes my stomach tighten.
Turning my head and looking at Eli through my lashes, I play innocent.
“I have no idea.”
“License and registration.” He states.
Leaning over, pulling on my skirt making it rise higher, I open the glove box, producing my registration from it. Rolling down the window completely, I hand them to him.
“Miss Anderson, where are you coming from at this speed?”
“Um…” I can’t think of an answer.
“Knowing your family, I would feel safe assuming you’re coming from the street race, which was just broken up.”
“What?” I gasp out. “No.”
“Racings in your blood, isn’t it?” He looks at me, making me smirk. “Like mother, like daughter.”
“I wasn’t.” I play along, curious about where this is heading.
It makes him laugh loudly as he looks back. At what? I don’t know. Maybe the dash cam, or maybe he’s just looking around to make sure no one can see us.
“Yes, Miss Anderson. I’m gonna need you to turn the engine off and step out of the car.”
“What?”
“You heard me.” He snaps, staring down.
Killing the engine, I grab my bag and do just as he asks.
“Come to the back of the car and put your hands on the trunk.”
Following him to the back of the car, I place my hands on it and feel him behind me. It’s dark and somehow there’s no cars around at the moment.
“Miss Anderson.” His breath tickling my ears. “Do you have any weapons on you?”
“No.” I whisper.
“You sure?”
I just nod my head. Having to maintain my expression and fight through the throbbing he’s already causing.
“So when I frisk you, I won’t find anything?”
“No.” I whisper.
“Okay.” His hands slide down my arm before he grips it at the wrist, dragging it behind my back, and I feel the metal bite my flesh as the handcuff locks into place.
His hand sliding down my left arm and repeating the same move.
His body presses against my back as he leans down to my ear again.
“Now, do you want me to frisk you here, where anyone who’s driving past will see?
They’ll watch me touch all over your body, checking everywhere you could hide something. ”
He can’t see it, but my eyes widen and my head’s already nodding.
A low chuckle comes out. He kneels down behind me; he checks my shoes before running his hand up my inner thigh until it reaches my apex.
“Goddamn.” He groans in my ear. “You’re fucking soaked.
” He presses against me, pressing his cock right into the palm of my cuffed hand.
“Does being cuffed and humiliated out in the open for anyone to see, my hands all over you, turn you on?”
“Yes,” I mumble, cupping my hand before finishing.
“Seems like I’m not the only one.” I whisper back.
Rotating his hips, using my hands to stroke himself, he laughs.
His arms come around my sides as he continues, his cock throbbing against my hand, His hands move up my torso until they reach my tits.
“Come on.” He pulls his hands from my body, gripping both my wrists and spinning us around. He shoves me forward toward the passenger side of the police car.
“I swear, it wasn’t me.”
“Sure, sure.” He laughs as he stops me next to the car, opening the door. “Get in.”
Moving down to the seat, I stop before pulling my legs in, and I look up at him again through my lashes.
“Don’t give me that look.” He glares at me.
“Is there anything I can do to make you believe me?” I try to keep the smirk off my face as I look at him.
“Nothing you’d be willing to do.”
“Try me.” tugging my bottom lip and watching his eyes flame. Spreading my legs enough for him to see.
“Miss Anderson, are you propositioning me to get yourself out of trouble?”
“Depends. Is it working?”
Leaning down, he grips the sides of my face, pressing into my cheeks. “Open your mouth. Eyes on me.” He demands.
Following his orders, I open my mouth, continuing to look up at him through my lashes, but he doesn’t release me. Tilting my head as he leans over, now we’re eye to eye. A smirk spreads onto his face before he spits into my mouth.
Chuckling and lowering his head, still not breaking eye contact with me. “Using your body to get out of trouble. What am I gonna do with you?” He presses my thighs further apart as he kneels down on the side of the road.
“Guess you’ll have to take advantage of it.” Whimpering out, feeling his breath on me, my head leaning back.
“Eyes on me.”
Looking at him again as his lips turn up, a sinister look coming over his face as I hear the fabric ripping away from my body.
“Wha —”
“Stop talking.” He demands, looking away and down at my pussy as he licks his lips, moving his hand and slipping a finger inside me. Gasping out, tilting my head back, my eyes closing. The stinging on my scalp before my head moves and Eli’s closer to me, not quite standing, but looking dead at me.
“Eyes. On. Me.”
“But…” I trail off, not sure exactly what to say.
“I don’t give a damn if I was looking at your perfect pussy. You don’t take your eyes off me until I tell you to.” Plunging two more fingers inside, forcing out a gasp. “Are we clear?”
“Yes,” I nod my head.
“Good, don’t make me repeat myself again.”
“Yes, sir.” Doing my best to pull out innocent eyes.
His eyes flame as I say it, a grin spreading across his face. “Better be careful with that, Miss Anderson. I’m liable to fuck your face if you keep talking like that.”
“So why don’t you?”
Leaning into me, his eyes darken as he leans in. “Cause Sketch, I know that’ll have you dripping all over these seats, and while we’ll circle back to that at a later time. It won’t be in this car.”
My eyes widen as I look at him. He moves back down, watching himself finger-fuck me.
“Lie back.” He finally whispers, inching closer to my core.
My hands pinch between the seat and the cuffs as I lie back. His hands coming up, gripping the back of my thighs as he pushes them against my torso. “Goddamn.” He mumbles before the warmth of his mouth latches around my clit, his fingers sliding from my thigh, teasing my entrance.
“Fuck, Sketch.” He mumbles out, I don’t need to look at him to know the character he’s playing is slipping away as his fingers press into me again, curling around, and his tongue still on my clit.
“Oh my God,” I cry out, my legs somehow already vibrating.
“You’re not allowed to come yet.” He tells me.
“Ah!” I shriek out, doing everything to maintain my composure, my legs kicking up, my foot smacking hard against something, but I don’t look at what.
“What’d I say?” He growls out, leaning over my body and staring down at me. “Don’t come until I say so, Miss Anderson.”
But my inner walls become like a vise around his fingers.
“I can’t help…” I whimper out, not being able to finish my thought as he slides his fingers out, leaving me empty.
A deep chuckle comes out before he leans in closer to me. Now I’m able to feel the fabric of his pants grazing my clit.
I can’t help myself as I rotate my hips, trying my best to relieve the building pressure inside me.
A mischievous grin pulls at his face as he looks at me.
“So fucking needy.” He aggressively presses his lips against mine.
My mouth opening, letting him in, needing to feel him inside me, wherever that may be.
Pulling his mouth from mine, he smirks. “I almost want to make you hump my thigh until you come all over it.”
“What?” I gasp out.
“Don’t worry, I won’t do that… yet. I need to be buried in you right fucking now. I need you wrapped so tightly around my cock I can’t control myself.”
My hips move against him again.
“I’m gonna move your hands to your front.”
“Why?” I whimper, looking at him.
Tilting his head, he laughs, glancing over his shoulder. “Because I’m gonna put you on that hook.”
I’m smirking now.
“You like the sound of that, don’t you?”
Nodding my head.
Pushing off me, he stands, gripping my shoulder and helping me move just enough so he can unlock the cuffs.
Moving my hands around to the front and cuffing them again.
He guides me to the middle of the cruiser, and he slides in right behind me.
Closing the door just enough so it’s not propped open.
Sitting on the seat, he looks at me, smirking, his hands on the zipper of his pants, before he pulls his cock out.
My mouth salivates at the sight of him.
His hands running inside my skirt, gripping my ass as he pulls me forward. The metal digging into my skin just enough to remind me the cuffs are there.
“You’re gonna fucking ride my cock.” He tells me, forcing my legs on either side of his body. “Until you make me come.”
“Yes, sir.” I look up at him. Innocent look back in place.
His eyes flame again as I say it. Making a mental note of that for later.
“I don’t care if you come before me, but I want you coming on my cock as I’m coming inside of you.”
Slowly, I nod my head.
Gripping his shaft, he presses it against my clit, making me whimper out before he grips hold of my hips and quickly slams his length inside of me. Making me moan out and pulling against the metal around my wrists.
“Now, ride me.” He demands.
I can already feel my walls tightening around him with his demands.
“Goddamn,” he groans out, pulling my face to look at him. “You like it when I force you to do what I want?”
Nodding again.
“Fuck,” he groans, his head rolling back onto the seat as I slide him out, quickly slipping back down until he is fully inside.