Chapter 7 - Amanda
What the fuck am I doing?
The thought screams through my mind as I watch Danny—Rookie—head toward his motorcycle, expecting me to follow. I just agreed to go home with him. To let him fuck me. To give my virginity to a biker who hates everything my badge represents.
Like it's nothing. Like losing my v-card to a dangerous criminal is just a regular Tuesday.
But my pussy is throbbing so hard I can barely think straight. I spent half the time in Morrison's office imagining Danny bending me over the chief's desk. Pushing that skirt up. Ripping my panties off.
I imagined him dragging me into the bathroom, shoving me against the wall, his hand over my mouth to muffle my screams while he fucked me hard and fast. Every fucking where. In the bullpen. In the evidence room. On top of a patrol car in the parking lot.
I've never been like this. Never let a man guide my actions. Never worn a skirt because someone told me to. Never stood in a police station imagining being fucked in it.
Never acted so disrespectful to the badge I swore to uphold.
But here I am, following Danny to his bike like a woman possessed. My legs are shaky, my panties are soaked through, and all I can think about is what he's going to do to me when we're alone.
"You driving yourself or riding with me?" Danny asks, straddling his motorcycle.
The memory of yesterday's ride crashes over me. His body between my thighs. The vibration of the engine against my pussy. My tits pressed against his back. His cock hard enough that I felt it through his jeans.
I should drive myself. Should maintain some distance. Some control.
"I'll ride with you," I hear myself say.
"You know what that's going to do to me."
"I know." My voice is breathless.
"You know what it's going to do to you too." He holds out the spare helmet. "That engine vibrating against your clit. Your tits pressed against my back. By the time we get to your place, you're going to be so wet you'll leave a mark on my seat."
A whimper escapes my throat. He's right. I know he's right. But I can't make myself care. I take the helmet and secure it, my hands trembling. Danny watches every movement, his blue eyes hungry. When I climb on behind him, settling my thighs around his, he groans.
"Fuck, Amanda." His hand comes back to grip my thigh. "You feel how hard I am?"
I move my hand to his bulge. His cock is pressing against his jeans, thick and demanding. I shift slightly, pressing my pussy against his back, and we both inhale sharply.
"Where do you live?" His voice is strained.
I give him my address, my arms wrapping around his waist. My fingers brush the bulge in his jeans, and he jerks at the contact.
"Keep doing that and I'll fuck you right here in this parking lot." His hand tightens on my thigh. "Don't test me, officer."
The engine roars to life, and oh god, the vibration goes straight to my clit. I bite my lip to keep from moaning, pressing harder against Danny's back. My nipples are so hard they hurt, rubbing against the fabric of my bra with every breath.
We pull out of the parking lot and onto Main Street. Every bump in the road sends pleasure shooting through me. Every turn has Danny leaning the bike, his body shifting between my thighs. I'm going to come. I'm going to come right here on his motorcycle in broad daylight.
"Danny," I gasp against his back.
"I know." His hand squeezes my thigh again. "Hold on, baby. We're almost there."
Baby. He called me baby. The endearment combined with the vibration and the friction is too much. My pussy clenches, my thighs tighten around him, and I'm right on the edge—
He pulls into my apartment complex and kills the engine.
I slump against him, trembling, so close to orgasm it's painful. My pussy throbs with denial. Tears prick my eyes from frustration.
"Not yet." Danny's voice is rough. "When you come for the first time, it's going to be on my tongue. Understand?"
I can only nod.
He gets off the bike and helps me down. My legs are so shaky I nearly fall, but he catches me, his hands on my hips steadying me. We're in public. Neighbors could be watching, but he doesn't seem to care. He leans in, his lips brushing my ear.
"You're soaked, aren't you? I can feel it through those panties. Bet if I slid my hand up that skirt right now, my fingers would come away dripping."
"Yes," I whimper.
"Good." He steps back, adjusting himself. His cock is straining against his jeans, impossible to miss. "Take me inside before I change my mind about waiting."
I fumble with my keys, my hands shaking so badly it takes three tries to unlock the door. Danny follows me up the stairs to my second-floor apartment, his presence at my back making my skin burn.
Inside, I barely have time to close the door before he's on me. His mouth crashes against mine—hard, demanding, claiming. I've been kissed before, but never like this. Never with this kind of raw hunger that makes my knees buckle.
His tongue pushes past my lips, exploring my mouth, and I moan into the kiss. His hands grip my hips, pulling me flush against him. His cock presses against my stomach, thick and hot even through the denim.
"Bedroom," he growls against my mouth. "Now."
"Down the hall. First door."
He practically drags me there, his mouth never leaving mine. We stumble through the door, and he kicks it shut behind us. My bedroom is still half-unpacked: boxes in corners, clothes draped over chairs. But Danny doesn't seem to notice or care.
He breaks the kiss and steps back, his chest heaving. "Strip."
"What?"
"You heard me." His eyes are blazing. "Take off that skirt. That blouse. Everything. I want to see what's mine."
Mine. The word should terrify me. Should make me realize how insane this is. Instead, my hands shake as I reach for the buttons of my blouse. Danny watches, his arms crossed, his cock visibly throbbing. I undo each button slowly, revealing my white bra underneath. The blouse falls to the floor.
"Keep going," he orders.
I unzip the skirt, letting it pool at my feet. Now I'm standing in just my bra and red panties.
"Fuck, look at you." He moves closer, his fingers trailing over my collarbone, down between my breasts. "Every curve. Every soft inch. Mine to taste. Mine to claim."
"Danny—"
"Turn around." His hands on my shoulders spin me. "Hands on the bed. Ass out."
Oh god. I comply, bending over, gripping my comforter. The position leaves me vulnerable, exposed. I can feel his eyes on my ass, on my thighs, on the wet spot I know is visible on my panties.
"Jesus Christ." His hand smooths over my ass, squeezing. "You have any idea how perfect this ass is? How many times I've imagined biting it? Leaving marks all over it?"
A whimper escapes me. His hand slides between my thighs, cupping my pussy through the soaked cotton. I jerk at the contact.
"So wet." He rubs slowly, applying pressure to my clit. "All this for me. For a criminal who hates cops."
"Yes," I gasp.
"Say it." His fingers press harder. "Say you're wet for me."
"I'm wet for you."
"Say you want me to fuck you."
"I want you to fuck me." The words tumble out, shameless and desperate. "Please, Danny. I need—"
His fingers hook into my panties and rip them off. Actually tear them from my body. I hear the fabric give way, feel the cool air hit my exposed pussy, and moan.
"That's better." His hand smooths over my bare ass again. "Now stay still. Don't move. Don't make a sound."
I hear him drop to his knees behind me. Feel his breath on my inner thighs. Then his tongue—oh god, his tongue—drags slowly from my clit to my entrance.
I cry out, my fingers fisting in the comforter. He does it again, licking through my folds, tasting every inch. His hands grip my ass, holding me in place while he devours me.
"Fuck, you taste good." His voice is muffled against my pussy. "Sweet. Perfect. Could eat you for hours."
His tongue finds my clit, circling it, and pleasure explodes through me. I've touched myself before, but this is different. This is overwhelming. This is—
"Danny!" I gasp as he sucks my clit into his mouth.
He pulls back. "What did I say? Don't make a sound."
"I can't—it's too much—"
His hand comes down on my ass. Hard. The slap echoes through the room, and I jolt forward.
"Did I stutter?" Another slap, harder. "You'll come when I tell you to come. You'll scream when I tell you to scream. Right now, you stay quiet and take what I give you."
The dominance in his voice, the sting on my ass, the way he's completely in control, it should scare me. But it only makes my pussy clench, makes me wetter, makes me want to obey him.
I bite my lip and nod.
"Good girl." His tongue returns to my pussy, licking and sucking and exploring. He pushes inside me, fucking me with his tongue, and I have to grip the comforter so hard my knuckles turn white to keep from screaming.
He learns every spot that makes me tremble, every touch that makes me clench. When he slides a finger inside me, just one, I nearly come apart.
"So fucking tight." He pumps slowly, stretching me. "This virgin pussy is going to strangle my cock."
He adds a second finger, and the burn is immediate. I'm not used to being filled. The stretch is uncomfortable, bordering on painful, but then he curls his fingers and hits something inside me that makes me moan fucking loud.
"Found it." Satisfaction colors his voice. "That's your g-spot, baby. That's what I'm going to hammer with my cock until you're screaming."
He finger-fucks me while sucking my clit, and I can't hold back anymore. The orgasm builds fast and hard, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter until—
"Come for me," Danny growls against my pussy. "Now."
I shatter. My whole body convulses, my pussy clenching around his fingers, my mouth opening in a silent scream. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, more intense than anything I've ever felt touching myself.
Danny works me through it, his fingers and tongue relentless, drawing out every aftershock until I'm limp and trembling.
When I finally catch my breath, he pulls his fingers out and stands. I hear his belt buckle, his zipper, the rustle of clothing hitting the floor.
"Turn around," he orders. "I want to see your face when I claim what's mine."
I turn on shaky legs to find him completely naked. And oh my god, his cock. It's thick and long, the head flushed dark with arousal, precum glistening at the tip. I've never seen one in person before, and the size is intimidating.
"Like what you see?" He strokes himself slowly.
"It's... big." My voice is small.
"It'll fit." He moves closer, his hand cupping my jaw. "It's going to hurt at first. Probably going to burn. But I'll make it good for you. Promise."
"Okay." I trust him. God help me, I trust a criminal I've known for two days to take my virginity.
"Lie back on the bed." His thumb brushes my lower lip. "Spread those thick thighs for me. Show me that pretty pussy I just made come."
I climb onto the bed, my heart racing. This is it. This is really happening. I'm about to lose my virginity to a biker who hates cops, and I don't even care that it's insane.
Danny follows me onto the bed, settling between my legs. His cock presses against my entrance, and we both inhale sharply.
"Last chance to back out," he says quietly. "Once I'm inside you, you're mine. Understand?"
"I'm already yours," I whisper.
His eyes flare with possessive heat. "Yeah. You are."
Then he pushes inside, and everything changes.