Secret Weapon

She glided her hands over her breasts again, wishing they were his hands—or better, his mouth—caressing her right now. She stroked down her stomach, then glided her fingers over the crotch of her panties. His cock stirred beneath his uniform pants. She slid her hand under the fabric and caressed her intimate folds, feeling the slickness.

“Mmm. It’s very wet.” She walked toward him and pulled the fabric of her crotch forward. “Would you like to feel?”

* * *

Liam’s gaze dropped to her exposed pussy. Damn, but this woman was hot. This role-playing was driving him insane with need. He wanted to run his hands all over her, then drive his cock home.

He pressed his hand to her flat stomach, then moved downward, under the fabric. The moment his fingers touched her slit, he could feel the hot slickness. He grasped her hip and turned her around.

“Sit on my lap.” His voice came out husky.

She sat down and he slid his fingers inside her panties and glided along her dripping pussy. With his free hand, he cupped her luscious breast and his thumb stroked over her tight nipple. He hooked a finger and slid it into her slick passage. His thumb found her clit and he stroked it. Her breathing accelerated.

“You like that?”

She sucked in air and nodded. He glided his finger deeper into her while at the same time flicking her clit. Her body trembled against him. She was close. He flicked one more time, then stopped. She moaned in frustration.

“This seems more like a reward than a punishment,” he said.

She stood up and turned around, then knelt in front of him.

“I have an idea.” She stroked his aching cock, then released his belt and lowered his zipper. Her hand slipped into his pants and stroked his cock through the thin cotton of his boxers. The moment her hand slipped under the fabric and stroked his hard flesh, he groaned.

* * *

Janine wrapped her hand around his thick cock and stroked. He was longer than Jonas, but not quite as long as Derek—and nowhere close to Sloan, but who was? He was thicker than Derek and didn’t have the distinct veins along his shaft. The feel of his kid-leather-soft skin in her hand as it glided over the rigid shaft sent a quiver down her spine.

He was incredibly hard. She would love to feel him slide into her right now. She drew him out of the boxers and stroked his long shaft, then leaned forward and kissed the tip of him. She swirled her tongue over his cockhead, then spiraled around.

“Do you like that, Officer?”

“Oh, yeah.”

Janine smiled, then swallowed his cockhead into her mouth. Dragging her tongue around the underside of the corona caused Liam to gasp. She squeezed him in her mouth, then dove down deep, taking all of him in her mouth. He groaned as she glided up and down, squeezing him, then sucking, then squeezing again. She tucked her hand under his cock and cupped his balls, then kneaded gently.

His balls tightened and he sucked in air.

“Ma’am, stop. Now.”

She released his cock and gazed up at him. He sucked in air, clearly trying to calm himself. She backed toward the counter, stroking her hand over her crotch, then glided her hand inside her panties to stroke her wet slit again. She drew her hand out and stroked over the fabric, then tightened her hand around it and tugged it tight, pulling the fabric into her slit as she rocked her pelvis forward and back. She spun around and leaned against the counter, giving him a great view of her ass, then glided the thong down her hips and pushed it down her legs. She kicked it aside and climbed onto the countertop on her hands and knees. She arched forward, dragging her nipples along the cold marble, then lifted her shoulders a little, giving him a view of her breasts pointing toward the black marble counter. She pivoted around to face him, then pushed up onto her knees and stroked her bare breasts, tweaking the nipples. Her other hand stroked between her legs, over her slit.

Liam stood up and walked toward her, his eyes glazed with need. He cupped his hands over her breasts and stroked, then grasped one in his mouth, sucking deeply. She moaned as pleasure spiked through her. Then he stroked down to her stomach and over her folds. He opened her with his thumbs, then leaned forward and licked her slit. Pleasure spiraled through her. He found her clit and licked it, then sucked. She moaned at the sharp pang of pleasure.

He grasped her waist with both hands and drew her forward.

“Sit,” he commanded.

She dropped her ass to the cold counter and draped her legs over the side. He stepped between her thighs, his hand wrapped around his big, hard cock. He pressed it to her wet folds, then thrust deep into her.

“Oh, God, yes.” Intense pleasure vaulted through her at his sudden invasion. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tight. “Fuck me, Officer. Keep driving your big cock into me. Hard.”

He drew back and thrust again. She moaned.

“God damn. You are so fucking hot.” He drove deep again, his big cock gliding along her slick passage.

“Oh … keep doing that, Officer O’Neill. You’re going to make me come.”

“Oh, fuck.” He drove deep again, his forceful thrust filling her with exquisite pleasure.