Hot Cop

I took my plate to the sink, thanked my mom and gave her a hug.

“I’m glad you’re back, baby,” she said.

“Me, too,” I said, squeezing her tight.

I went up the stairs to go take a shower. I tried to stretch my back, everything sore from sitting too much all day. I shucked my clothes and turned on the water. It was going to be a quick one so I could fall in bed, I decided. I was barely keeping my eyes open. I slid the shower curtain open and a mist of water dusted my face. That woke me up because it reminded me forcibly of the way the spray had spattered my hot skin at the falls earlier, when I’d been with Brody. There had been droplets of water on his jawline, glinting in the pitiless sun. I’d wanted to lick them off, just rise up on tiptoe and put my mouth to his jaw, feel his gasp and the kick of the pulse in his neck as I kissed away scattered drops of water and left a trail down his throat with my hot mouth. I gritted my teeth as I stepped in the shower.

Maybe this was what I needed. I was tired and frustrated, and my body was keyed up from the day. As much as I knew it was wrong to think about my boss and Damon’s best friend that way, a single harmless fantasy might get it out of my system and let me get some sleep. So I stepped under the sharp spray of hot water and pulled the curtain shut. I squeezed body wash on my sponge and slid it across my collarbone and down between my breasts, then over the nipples, biting my lip, imagining it was him.

Brody, naked under the waterfall, pearls of wetness glinting on his tanned skin, his eight-pack glistening and begging for my hands and mouth. Hot as it was, he’d stripped off his clothes and stepped into the shallows of the river, slid down the rocks and stepped under the gushing surge of water, letting it spill over his head, plastering that hair to his forehead and pouring over his shoulders and down his bare chest and back.

Biting down hard on my lip, my sponge stroked over my stomach and then I let it fall to the shower floor, my fingers slipping between my legs eagerly.

I stripped down too, no inhibitions, hungry for the cascade of cold water on my burning skin, starving for his touch. I didn’t hesitate to wonder if he’d welcome my joining him. I just followed instinct, peeled off thick, unforgiving polyester and dropped it onto the riverbank. I waded out, the icy water curling my toes as I strode toward him through the roar of rushing water pounding in my ears, or was it my heartbeat? I was so aroused that my fingertips throbbed with it. My tongue pressed to the roof of my mouth, tense and craving him. I stepped under the falls, the force of the water hitting me with a shock. I started back, but a big hand steadied me, his fingers digging into my hip. He hadn’t grabbed my arm, but my bare body, my waist and the curve of my full hips. An arrow of desire shot straight between my legs so hard my knees buckled. But Brody was holding me up, his fingers rubbing my ass cheek. God, that felt good, to have his big, calloused hands on my hot, sensitive skin. I shuddered. I opened my mouth to say something and he covered it with his. Hot and demanding, his tongue plunged between my lips, warring with mine, making me desperate. I clung to him, wound an arm around his neck. He pressed me hard against him. There it was, the massive, powerful cock I’d spied the outline of against his leg when I’d first walked into his office. The man was hung, thicker than my forearm and so long. I thirsted for it in a way I didn’t normally about anyone. I never fantasized about sucking a man off, but at that moment, I could have dropped to my knees and counted myself lucky.

I didn’t want him to service me. I wanted to ride him. I wanted to slide down on that cock and feel him pump into me. My core quivered at the thought, intimidated and excited at once. I kissed him back even more frantically. Then, Brody lifted me by my hips, turned me and pressed me to the rock behind the falls, so the water sprayed on me but didn’t deafen me and pour over me so hard. It was like a secret rendezvous back there, a wall of water shielding us from sight, but out in the open, under the sky, where anyone could find us. I thrilled at the idea.