With breathless pants, we stared closely at each other. Her lips were swollen as she flicked her tongue against them quickly. I groaned softly before placing my hands on either side of her head and coming at her until she laid down beneath me on the couch. Her eyes softened as if in a sort of surrender and then I was on her again. Harder, more urgently that time.
She clutched at my sides and knocked her legs open until I was right between them. Her tongue went wild when I let my crotch sit right on top of her hot pussy. I could feel her heat between our clothes and could only imagine how wet she probably was. Now maybe I was a weird guy, but I was into driving both her and me mad by prolonging the moment. I could kiss her like this until she begged me to rip her clothes off and fuck her, and hope it would happen before my dick fell off.
She tried to murmur something against my lips, but I just kept kissing, kept letting our tongues try and fight for the upper hand. I tilted my head and let my lips fall down her cheeks, to her soft neck I dreamed about tasting.
“Nate, mhmm…” she moaned incomprehensibly as I suckled the skin just below her ear. It must have been her sweet spot, because the longer I did it, the more she writhed.
I soaked up every inch of her womanly curves with my hands; from her luscious hips to the dip of her waist. I massaged her breasts over her sweatshirt, loving how they fit perfectly in my hands. I could even feel her nipples hardening through the fabric, and somehow, I was surprised to discover she wanted me like that. And fuck did I want her too.
I swore I could start to smell her arousal the longer I went on. Down her clavicle, across her neck and back up to her lips where I kissed her long and slow. I pulled at her lips, releasing them with a loud wet noise before I did it again, and again. Her thighs clenched around me and she started to grind on me, I growled deep in response because she was rubbing right on my dick that was growing uncomfortably hard in my pants.
I wanted to reach in to her pants and stroke her to orgasm, but I didn’t want to overwhelm her. This whole thing with the guys…it wouldn’t be easy for her to just jump into it. And I didn’t want to influence her too much. I just wanted her, however I could get her.
The softness of her lips and her little mewls against me was enough at the time.
Her fingers fisted in my hair and she moved her hips upwards and I swore I felt it in my spine. The hardness of my cock was paralyzing. Our kiss got more and more frantic, and I just couldn’t hold off anymore. She moaned into my mouth as I started to unbutton her pants, and I only pulled back to look in her eyes as I did so. There was permission in them just before there was shock, and then she just about threw me off her.
“Did you see that?” Her voice was so high it was a screech, and I didn’t hesitate to check it out.
I headed over to the window, “See what?” Even my voice was different from the desire. But I knew I had to focus.
I looked out the window and sat it just before it disappeared. A man with a camera just on top of the water tank.
“I swear I saw a flash or something.” She came to my side, flustered with swollen lips and messy hair. Fuck, it was hard to concentrate.
“Are-are you sure?” I met her eyes. I hated to ask her, but I had to.
“Yes. It was like fucking teenagers in the ER documenting their shitty choices.” She just about rolled her eyes and I tried not to laugh. In that moment, I saw Rose and I had something in common. Humor makes everything fucking easier to handle.
“I saw a guy run off,” I said softly, afraid of how it would affect her.
“Are you sure?” She turned my question back on me.
“Positive.”
She arched her brow and blew out a frustrated breath as she combed her hands through her hair. She started pacing around the room and when she reached the end of the couch, she stopped and looked at me. The expression on her face was something I never wanted to see on her again. Fear.
“I’m being watched.”
Chapter Sixteen: Max
It was funny how even a locker room full of adult men could be just like a locker room back in high school, maybe even junior high. I finished a twenty-four-hour stint and was exhausted, but needed a good shower and a very important conversation with the guys before I slept it all off.
Everything I found out was burning a hole in my brain and I needed to pass it on fast. It really got me thinking of Rose, which made my shower very uncomfortable because I couldn’t jack off once I started thinking about her naked, ramming my cock in her over and over. Unfortunately, the thought of her in danger eclipsed everything. We had to figure this out, and fast.
I wrapped my waist in a towel and stepped out into the locker room, which was finally empty just as I knew it would be at that time. I already knew that Nate and Alex were coming in. It just wasn’t private enough in the precinct, and Alex was still getting too many visitors and such about his promotion. This case was already blowing up and if we gave too much away at once, we would lose it entirely. The three of us operated like that sometimes, certain cases that needed to be contained. We were good that way, and the Lieutenant appreci
ated it. We sort of made the seventy-eighth what it was in the past few years, but we didn’t like to think much of it.
We just did our jobs.
I managed to put deodorant on before they came busting in the room. Fuckers.
“Fuck do you want man, this is my tea time!” Nate just about shoved me into my locker before sitting on the old wooden bench. Alex just shook his head and leaned against the locker. I still hadn’t gotten used to seeing him in a suit all the time.
“I sort of figured everything out.”
“Sort of? Everything? You don’t sound very convincing.” Alex crossed his arms and I about rolled my eyes at him. I mean I love him like a brother but sometimes he can be an entitled prick. His slightly swollen eye hadn’t gone down yet.