She turned in my arms and silently started unbuttoning my dress shirt, pulling it from my pants and pushing it off my shoulders.
“Tempest…” I tried to put her off. I wanted to care for her not make her feel like a notch on my bedpost.
“Joey, I feel a storm inside me and you’re the only calm for miles. Make it all go away. I promise you, I’m not going to regret this. I want to be with you.” Her hands went back to frantically pulling and tugging my belt off, undoing the button on my dress pants. She helped me step out of mine as I had helped her moments before.
Naked, we stepped into the shower, the hot water pulsating against us, reservations pushed aside. My taller form braced the impact from hitting her directly as she went to work with my body wash. Clean mountain scents permeated my city dwelling, drowning our senses to the world outside of our hot wet cocoon. I tipped her chin up with my fingers and rubbed the makeup from under her eyes and face.
“Mi hermosa muchaha…” Our lips joined, kissing sweetly tasting lips and the faint bite of beer. I was afraid after all this we might slip and fall in the shower. There were far better places we could be adventurous, like my bed. We rinsed off, and I wrapped her up in a towel, hugging her to me.
“Please tell me you at least have a bed in here.” I laughed unexpectedly pushing an unopened box out of our way.
“Of course I have a bed, but I can see why you would think otherwise.”
We walked into my bedroom hand in hand, rolling onto the mattress together. Our towels slipped, no longer wrapped around our bodies, and I held myself up on my forearms to brace my weight from crushing her.
“I’m still cold.” Tempest was anything but cold as I took the cue to gently lower my body to hers, letting us fit together in all the angles and curves our bodies mapped out between us. Hot flesh melded together hard against soft. Her hips cradled my body and my dick rested against her belly, pressing forward. I paused there a minute, feeling our hearts racing to beat together as our chests found a common rhythm.
I reached over to yank on the side table’s drawer and pull out a condom. Half rolling over, I tried to put it on when Tempest took it from my hand, rolling it down my hard dick. She squeezed me in her small hand, a finger pressing on the top, making its way down my length.
“I plan to warm you up.”
She nodded, biting her bottom lip and pressing her hips against mine. I held her in my arms and let one hand skim down her chest and belly until I reached her bright red landing strip. Like a beacon I wanted to race down her runway and fly home, but first I needed to make sure she was ready for me.
“Joey.” She panted my name as my fingers twirled around her slick opening, teasing the pleasure from her. She was wet and writhing in my arms, calling out my name. It couldn’t get any better than this.
“I want to be inside you.”
She nodded her head yes and moved her legs around my waist, putting me right where I needed to be, pushing inside her slowly, filling her up.
“Yes. Joey, don’t stop.”
I stopped when I could go no further, grinding against her mound as she moved herself over me in short, jerky movements.
“Next time we go at my speed, cariño.” I grabbed her hips as her feet hooked around me at the ankles. We thrust feverishly, crying out at the same time, out of breath.
“How are you going to do that, Officer?” She was shy and bold at the same time, teasing me, so I gave her something cheeky to think about.
“I have special handcuffs for that, mi hermosa muchaha.” I might have to use them just to keep us from mauling each other now that we knew how good it could be. Tempest still had a fair amount of explaining to do. We both did, but as the first snowfall blanketed the city that could wait.
10-4
A DISPATCHER SHORT STORY
1
Theo
“Sergeant Rumson.” Her voice did things to me that had driven me crazy since my transfer to the precinct. Smooth dulcet tones that moved through the radio waves straight to my cock, which had me adjusting my uniform pants. I shouldn’t have been thinking about acting on those feelings since my divorce wasn’t yet finalized. I stopped wearing my ring months ago when Rita served me papers citing irreconcilable differences, but it didn’t change the fact that the ink wasn’t dry on the paperwork. I think the difference was her need to bang her supervisor at her office while I was out doing a sting operation for the Narcotics Division. I’d like to think I would have been bitter and hurt by her leaving me, but the truth was that Rita and I married for convenience, and that convenience wore itself out a long time ago. Honestly, I was more upset she took the dog.
Getting out of the car, I slammed the door to my squad car and reached for the radio on my vest. “Colbie, darling, you rang? I’m 10-23.” I let the ‘darling’ drawl as I notified her I was on scene. I waited for the pause on the other end of the line and swore I heard an exhaled breath before clicking the radio.
“The caller reported a 10-16 and the suspect may be armed. She’s calling from inside the bedroom closet. I heard the suspect yelling, but it’s stopped now.” A 10-16 was code for a domestic problem, and I rested my hand on my service weapon. I knew coming back from narcotics would be an adjustment when I took this inter-departmental transfer. I guess I hadn’t counted on being back on the street until a desk job promotion for Detective came available. Another thing I could hang on Rita’s door was her ability to make me second guess my career choices.
“I’ve a got a plate here I want you to run through DMV and the CAD system for warrants on the driver.” I gave Colbie the plate number and waited for her to type in the information.
“Vehicle is registered to the suspect, and there’s an outstanding warrant for several parking violations, a DUI from last year, and a possession charge.” She gave me the facts, but I could hear the tremor in her usually calm voice. For a split second, I let her soft round face and dark brown eyes flash in my head. I didn’t have time to fantasize about my favorite dispatcher, but that didn’t mean my heart followed my brain.
“I’ve got this, Colbie. Call for back up.” I didn’t know who I was reassuring more, her or me, but I had to go and assess the situation to make sure the caller was safe. I knew I didn’t have time to wait for back up to arrive when I heard escalated yelling from inside the house. This could be a real shit show if I wasn’t careful.