“I hope you’re ready for this,” he says. “I think we’ll both be a little sore by the time it’s over.”
Pulling out as far as he can without fully leaving my body, the air fills with the sound of smacking skin against skin as I cry out in pleasure. My body presses into the desk with each violent thrust as I come for him again.
“Lucy,” he growls, as he thrusts one last time, pressing me harder into the desk. Breathing hard, he leans forward and rests on my back, his cock still inside mine.
We breathe in the silence for a moment before he moves my hair from my face and kisses my cheek gently.
“I always mean to be more careful with you,” he smiles, pulling himself from my body. “But I can never seem to fully restrain myself.”
I lie there a little longer, folded over the desk; breathless. My mind is in such a fog of pleasure as I absorb what remains of my orgasm.
I feel his hands come around my waist and pull me straight up to stand against him. My head relaxes against his chest, my eyes closing at his touch.
“You’re so goddamn pretty,” he says as he kneels and slides my panties over my shaking legs and my thighs. I like the way he cares for me and the way he dresses me like a doll after fucking my brains out.
Those hands that I am coming to love slide up my dress and unties the fabric around my mouth.
“I’m glad you’re not gentle with me,” I say while turning to enjoy the way his hair is a little rustled and his shirt still open to me. I laugh, batting long lashes at him.
He only stares at me as his hands slide up my arms and cup under my neck, squeezing gently as he pulls me closer. His lips are softer now more gentle than they were before. It’s a new sensation, one that leaves me feeling weak all over again. His mouth moves softly against mine and his tongue teases mine in a way that leaves me moaning and suddenly aching for him again.
“I will be gentle with you in the future,” he promises as he cups my face. “I want you in every way I can have you,” he continues. “I have a lot of ideas.”
“Do you?” I giggle while reaching my hands up and wrapping them around his neck.
“I do and thank you. We have all the time in the world.” Looking down at himself, he slides off the condom and turns away to dispose of it. He looks away to fix his jeans and shirt.
“Aww,” I say with a little pout. “You should be naked all the time,” I gush and then pause. “You know Kenton, I don’t know if I have ever seen you fully naked.”
“Really?” He laughs before walking to the mirror and fixing his hair.
“Nope,” I chirp. Walking over behind him and sliding my arms around his lean waist, I say, “I think that’s something we will have to fix. So, my place or yours?” I ask cheerfully.
“Neither,” he frowns, looking back at me. “I’m sorry, but I have some work to do right now. We can always get together later this evening, though.
“I suppose that’s true,” I sigh.
“Do you need me to give you a ride home?” Kenton offers, leaning down and kissing me on the cheek.
“No, that’s okay,” I respond. I turn on my heel and saunter toward the door, turning the lock with a click. “I can find my way. See you tonight,” I smirk back.
Chapter Eight
KENTON
The clock strikes four, and I find myself on my way out the door once again to begin my afternoon patrol. I need to start doing this more often, ever since word got out that the main drug lord was in the process of being rehabilitated, the streets became flooded with new kids trying to be the next big name. The worst of it was that they were young kids. I’m talking kids who are still in high school, kids who have their entire life ahead of them, and are throwing it away on pipe dreams of “grandeur”. Driving along the road, the image of Lucy pops back into my mind. She truly is breathtaking. She has this way of getting to me, getting under my skin, and driving me mad with all kinds of dirty thoughts. I don’t know how she does it. I have been with other women, many of them, but I don’t think anyone has ever gotten to me the way that she has in such a short amount of time.
When we are together, it’s like everything stops. I don’t think about the job, I don’t think about the hours I’ve spent in parallel situations surrounded by criminals, or the exposure to heinous crimes. When I am with her, all I can see is her, all I can feel is her. Is this what love is? I wonder.
What is more interesting is the realization that she chose me. Young, stunning Lucy could have anyone she wants, but she chose me from the moment she got home yesterday and came to the lake. From the moment she saw me there, she knew that I was the one she wanted to be with. Isn’t that something? She actively put thought into how she would approach me. What she would wear, what she would say. It isn’t what I expected from someone so young. In fact, this isn’t something I expected from anyone. I have been with others, but I have mainly been the one pursuing. Not because they don’t want me, but because I see what I want to go after and go after it. Plain and simple. In fact, if I had to choose a word to describe me it would be a go-getter.
There I go again with thoughts of her pounding into my head. It’s not enough that I see her at work now, but now I see her as I’m driving down the road.
Wait is that actually her? I wonder pulling the car to the side of the road.
Sure enough there she goes all legs and attitude and her bright blue sundress. How many of those does she have, I wonder?
I frown as I hear the catcalls coming from the men on the corner. As if any of them could have a chance with her. As if she would give him the time of day. I sit and watch for a moment, enjoying the way the dress flips up around her and the way her long ponytail swishes around her shoulders.