He leaned forward, running his tongue down my slit, plunging straight inside of me, making me rock backwards to meet the thrust.
My thighs clenched involuntarily, moving and rotating, trying to get more of him inside of me.
It didn’t work, because his tongue was only so long, but his motive at that point was to get me extra wet. While he’d been busy between my thighs, he’d also been busy between his own.
Pulling his cock out and holding it straight up.
Guiding me down slowly, he pushed me down on his lap, allowing the thick head of his cock to penetrate my opening.
In slow, excruciatingly pleasurable thrusts, he filled me to capacity.
I felt full.
Almost on the brink of too full.
Except he took control as he always did, moving me up and down on his cock, allowing me to just lay back and enjoy the ride.
Which I did, laying my head against his chest, enjoying the way he filled me so completely.
“Ah, yes,” he growled, hands tightening on my hips as I clenched down on him.
His lips found my exposed throat, licking and sucking, while I circled my hips.
I could do nothing else, though.
Not with the way he dominated the entire situation.
Something I absolutely loved.
Which showed in the next moment when his cock hit that place inside of me, the one that had me on the verge of orgasm.
Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep.
“Fuck,” he hissed, slowing down slightly.
I squealed, “Don’t stop! Oh, God, harder!”
He growled, pulling me down so hard that I swear I felt it in my throat.
It was what I needed, though, because I came. Hard.
Eyes closing, I hissed as my orgasm rushed over me, filling me to the brink of overflowing.
He, however, didn’t come, only kept it up until my orgasm was coaxed out of me fully.
Pulling out of me, he panted for a few long moments while I collapsed on the seat next to him.
He leaned sideways into me so he could get into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out his pager.
He scanned it and gritted his teeth at what he read.
“SWAT?” I asked quietly.
He nodded and bent his still hard dick down until he could fit it into his pants.
Zipping them up, he opened the other side of the truck door and ushered me out.
Good things I already had my pants on, or he’d have kicked me out without them on.
Well, not really, but it didn’t do anything to help my mood that I’d been in before.
The orgasm was blissful, don’t get me wrong, but it didn’t erase the fact that I was still mad at him.
Nor the fact that I hadn’t even come down from the high of my orgasm before he’d pulled me off and practically kicked me out of his truck.
I knew it was selfish. I knew I should be more considerate, but I didn’t like being used, and that was exactly what it felt like was happening.
Fuck, but even my hair was a mess. He’d left me with that ‘just fucked’ look. The one that I despised.
Kissing me on the cheek, he walked around the front of his truck while I walked around the back. I watched him pull away, tingling still in the pit of my belly, as I walked to my car, and then eventually went home to my empty apartment and its new freakin’ wall.***Downy
I wanted to throw up.
Today had been my first official hostage negotiation, and I’d thoroughly bombed it.
So thoroughly that a five year old was dead, and I was to blame.
“You okay, man?” Bennett asked.
I nodded. “Fine.”
He watched me for a long couple of seconds before nodding and heading to his own locker to get out of his gear.
I’d already gotten out of mine, mostly because I hadn’t gone in with the rest of the team. I’d stayed behind to talk to the man that had been holding his daughter hostage.
When he left, I didn’t even notice.
I was too lost in my own thoughts and failures to pay attention to the comings and goings of the team. The team who had to go in debriefing from having witnessed the gang-style killing of a five year old.
I was by myself for maybe ten more minutes before Chief Rhodes came in carrying a bottle of Jack Daniels and a couple of Dixie cups.
He grabbed a chair as he entered, pulling it up until he was directly in front of me.
His eyes were downcast as I searched his face for a hint of his mood, but it gave me nothing.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
He shrugged. “Your captain sent me over to keep you company.”
Fucking Luke.
He always knew when his team members needed help.
Now, though, I was a little less than willing to take his mothering. I just wanted to be left the fuck alone.
“Can you tell me about what happened?” He asked.
I just shook my head.
No, I most assuredly did not want to talk about it. Not now, and not a week from now.
Which was why I was avoiding going home to the woman who would make it her mission to find out what was wrong with me.
So, he took me for my word, poured me a shot, and sat with me so I wasn’t alone.
He sat with me so long that nearly half of the bottle was gone before I even realized it, and I was well on my way to being smashed.
It was good, though, because the sick death rattle of that little girl’s last breath didn’t bother my drunk brain anywhere near as bad as it did my sober one.
Score one for me.Chapter 14There comes a time in a woman’s life that she just has to pull her big girl panties up and show the men how it’s done.
-Thought for the day.
Memphis
I knocked on the door to Downy’s home, his house, not his apartment, feeling like a complete fool.
If he’d wanted me there, he’d have called me, right?
That’s what I’d been telling myself for the last four days.
He’d called me only a handful of times, and I was beginning to get the distinct feeling that he was ignoring me.