Sixteen

Janine opened her eyes to see a blue uniform draped over the armchair beside her bed. Liam’s arms were tucked around her waist, holding her snug against his solid, muscular body.

Aw, damn, Sloan would have a fit if he knew Liam had spent the night with her. But she couldn’t let thoughts of what Sloan wanted control her.

She felt his lips move against the back of her neck, nuzzling, kissing.

She smiled and turned to face him. She pressed her hand flat against his muscle-ridged chest and dragged her hand downward, over his well-defined abs, then wrapped her hands around his swelling cock.

“Good morning, Officer.” As she stroked his cock, it grew harder.

He grabbed her hand and rolled her onto her back, pinning both her hands beside her head.

“Good morning.” He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her, gliding his tongue into her mouth. “How’s my prisoner this morning?”

Her insides quivered. She attempted to come up with a coy answer, but he captured her mouth again, driving his tongue deep, leaving her breathless. He nuzzled her neck, sending tingles through her, then kissed down her chest. When he licked her nipple, then sucked, she arched against him, her hands still held firmly in his grasp.

He released her wrists, and cupped her breasts, then pressed them together. His lips traveled over her mounds, nuzzling and kissing. Then he found her other nipple and sucked. She forked her fingers through his short, sandy hair, and gasped as he nipped her nub lightly with his teeth.

“I’m still considering whether to let you go or not. Show me again how sexy you can be.” He pushed himself up and sat beside her hip, watching her.

She smiled and dragged her hands over her breasts, stroking their undersides, then moving over her nipples. She squeezed the tight nubs between her fingertips, then caressed her breasts again, watching Liam’s olive green eyes darken.

Her hand glided down her stomach, over her pubic hair, and covered her mound. He watched, his eyes glimmering with need.

She dragged a finger over her slit, back and forth, then slid one finger inside her slick passage.

“Oh, man, that is so sexy.”

She widened her legs to give him a better view, then bent her knees and arched her hips upward. He glided his hand down her stomach, then over her hand. His finger slid inside her, joining hers.

“Do you like that?” he asked.

Was he kidding? It felt incredible.

She nodded, arching upward again. He drew his finger free, then slid his arms around her and cupped her ass. His lips trailed along her arm, down to her busy hand, then he nibbled the knuckle of the finger inside her. She slid it free and he grasped her wrist, then drew her damp finger into his mouth. He sucked for a few seconds, then drew it from his lips.

“I didn’t tell you to take it out.” He guided her hand back to her slit and she slid her finger inside again.

He kissed her hand, then licked her slit. His tongue curled around her finger, teasing it, and he nibbled her folds. Finally, he drew her hand away and licked the length of her opening.

“Now show me how you touch your clit,” he said.

She pressed her finger into her folds, then found the little button hidden inside. She stroked it lightly, then dabbed.

“Show me your clit,” he said.

*   *   *

Liam stared at her wet folds of flesh as she parted them with her fingers, revealing a little nub of flesh inside. God, this woman was something else. So open and comfortable with her body and sex. Willing to be wild and totally uninhibited.

He leaned forward and licked her glistening clit. Tingles rushed through him when she moaned. If he kept working on her clit, licking it … sucking it … she would come. And he wanted to see her come again. But in the state he was in, if he made her come now, he’d spew all over her at the same time, and he’d rather be inside her.

He glided upward and grabbed her hands, then pinned her to the bed again, holding her body trapped beneath his.

“I’m going to fuck you now.” He nipped her lower lip. “I’m going to drive my cock into you so deep and so hard, you’ll beg me for more.”

“Oh, yes.”

He locked his gaze on her glazed blue eyes as he pressed his cockhead to her wet opening, wondering if he’d make it inside her. He thrust forward—deep, just like he’d promised—into her hot depths. Her hot, wet sheath tightened around him as she squeezed. He groaned at the intense sensation. He drew back, then glided forward again. His lips found the soft skin of her neck and he nuzzled. She gazed up at him and he captured her lips as he drove into her again.

He drew back, then paused, watching with a smile as her expression grew more needy.

She squeezed him again and moaned. “Don’t stop.”

“If you want me to keep going, you know what you have to do.”

Her gaze caught his and she smiled. “Oh, Officer, please. I’m so close to coming. Please fuck me.”

“You’re close?” He drove in deep, then held her pinned to the bed.

Her deep, rapid breathing gave him a pretty good clue.

“I’m sooo close. Please keep fucking me.”

He drew back and drove deep again, then again, picking up speed until he was hammering into her.

“Oh, God. Oh, yes.” Her hands glided over his shoulders and she began to wail. “More. Yes.” Her fingers tightened. “Oh, yes. I’m … ah … coming.”

As soon as she said the words, heat flooded through his groin. As he drove deep again, he erupted inside her, groaning at the exquisite release.

Still he thrust into her. Her orgasm seemed to last forever, as she moaned and clutched him tight.

Her moans turned to whimpers, and finally she collapsed onto the bed and pushed her long, blond hair from her face. She smiled up at him.

“Officer, if I haven’t convinced you yet to set me free, I’m not sure what else to do.”

In fact, he wondered if he ever wanted to set her free.

He’d never met a woman like Janine, who was so comfortable just being herself, not caring what society or others thought about how she lived her life. He loved that about her. In fact, maybe he was actually falling in love with this woman.

“Well, I’m not sure I’m totally convinced. Maybe I’ll need to keep an eye on you for a while. At least for the rest of the day.” He kissed her soundly, loving the feel of her soft lips against his.

“Of course, Officer. Whatever you say.”

*   *   *

A knock sounded at the door and Janine glanced up from her computer. That was probably Liam. He had called about an hour ago to ask if he’d left his sunglasses behind the other day. She’d found them on the kitchen counter and he’d said he might drop by to pick them up.

A big smile claimed her face as she remembered the wonderful day they’d spent together. He was so easy to be with … and so intensely sexy. She hurried to the door and pulled it open, looking forward to seeing him again.

“Sloan.”

“Don’t look so disappointed.”

“No, I’m not. I just … was expecting a friend to stop by.”

“You have plans?” He held up an aromatic brown paper bag. “I was hoping you were free for dinner. I brought your favorite. Moo Shoo pork.”

“Oh, well, come in.” She stepped back and he stepped past her and walked to the dining room.

She closed the door as he set the bag of food on the dining table. He headed into the kitchen and she heard him gather plates and cutlery. She glanced at the table near the door and noticed Liam’s sunglasses. She snatched them up and stuffed them into the drawer in the front of the table, a pang of guilt slicing through her at seeing Liam behind Sloan’s back.

But it wasn’t behind his back, damn it.

She should talk to Sloan. Letting him go on believing there was a chance for a real relationship—as he defined relationships, anyway—wasn’t fair to him. She’d have a nice dinner with him, and then they’d talk.

She glanced at the door. But what if Liam showed up? It would be awkward and might even cause a big fight, which would totally defocus the real discussion she should be having with Sloan. Maybe she should call Liam.

She heard a clatter and glanced around to see Sloan placing the plates and cutlery on the table. He set them out neatly.

“Do you have a friend coming over?” he asked.

“Friend?”

“Yes. You mentioned that you were expecting a friend.”

“Oh, yes. Well, just someone who might drop by to pick something up but…” She glanced at him. “You really should have called. I do have a life, you know.”

He smiled and stepped toward her. “I know that. But it wouldn’t have been much of a surprise if I announced it ahead of time now, would it?”

He wrapped his arm around her and dragged her against his body, then captured her lips with his firm mouth. His tongue dipped inside her and swirled around. She wrapped her arms around his neck, hanging on for support at the sensual onslaught.

Then their lips parted and he gazed down at her with a smile.

“Anyway, I really wanted to see you. I’ve missed you.”

She glanced at the bag of food on the table, still clinging to him while she caught her breath from the sensational kiss.

“It does smell good, but…”

“But? I don’t like the sound of that.”

The buzzer by the door sounded. Someone at the lobby door for her. Probably Liam.

Oh, God, she did not want to have Liam come up right now. It wasn’t just awkwardness she was avoiding. She didn’t want to hurt Sloan. She’d tell him about Liam—it wasn’t her intention to be dishonest—but she’d do it gently.

“That must be your friend.” Sloan released her, but she tugged him close again and kissed him soundly.

Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as his hand stroked down her back, then cupped her butt as he pulled her tight to him against a very hard bulge in his pants.

“But,” she continued, “I have something in mind besides eating right now.”

The buzzer sounded again. He grinned. “So your friend be damned?”

She nodded, then leaned in for another kiss. His skillful lips moved against hers hungrily and her heart quivered. She wanted to be with Sloan right now. She felt bad about leaving Liam hanging, but it hadn’t been definite that she’d be here. He’d understand.

She turned Sloan and backed him up against the wall, then ground her pelvis against his growing erection. She stroked down his chest, then over his bulge.

“It seems you have another little surprise for me,” she said.

“Well, it’s not really a surprise … and I guarantee you, it’s not little.”

She laughed and sank to her knees in front of him.

“Let’s see.” She slid his zipper down and reached inside. Her hand wrapped around hot, hard flesh and she drew out his shaft.

“You’re right. Nothing small about this.” She gazed at his humongous cock and grinned, then wrapped her mouth around his large cockhead. She swirled her tongue over his hard flesh as his fingers forked through her long hair.

“Oh, God, Janine. You do that so well.”

She tugged his jeans down as she sucked and squeezed him, then tucked her hand under his balls. She slid her mouth off him and glided her hand up and down his slick shaft.

“You are deliciously huge and I can hardly wait to feel you inside me.”

“God, Janine, the way you talk.”

She gazed up at him. “You don’t like it?”

“Are you kidding? I love it.”

She laughed and licked down his shaft, then over his shaven balls. She laved them again and again, then took one in her mouth.

A knock sounded at the door.

“Your friend”—Sloan sucked in a breath as she squeezed his sack in her mouth—“is persistent.”

Damn. Liam must have slipped in when another tenant came in.

She drew back her face, but kept stroking his cock. “You want me to answer it?”

God, please say “no.”

“No way.”

A knock sounded again. She swallowed Sloan and sucked earnestly. Sloan leaned against the wall, his hand stroking her head. His breathing accelerated.

She fondled his balls as she moved up and down on his cock. He groaned and stiffened. She squeezed his cock in her mouth, then dove down deep, taking most of him inside.

He groaned again, and hot liquid filled her throat. She wrapped her hand around his tight butt and squeezed as she swallowed.

Once he was finished, she released him and he grabbed her and dragged her to her feet. Then he spun her around and pressed her against the wall, almost tripping on the jeans around his ankles. His lips pressed hard against hers and his tongue drove into her and swirled inside until he left her breathless. He fished in his denim jacket pocket.

“You are a very bad girl, making our dinner get cold.”

She felt cold metal against her wrist and heard the sound of a metal cuff snapping closed. He took her other hand and dragged her down the hall, then into her bedroom. He sat her on the bed, flattened a hand on her chest and pressed her onto her back, then slid her to the middle of the bed. Finally he hooked the chain of the handcuffs around a bar of her headboard and clasped the other bracelet around her free wrist.

She lay there, blinking at him, her heart thundering in her chest. It had happened fast. A moment ago, she’d been standing in the entrance sucking his cock, now she was flat on her back, handcuffed.

And she had on too many damned clothes.

Sloan stripped off his jacket and shirt, then tossed his boxers aside. Totally naked, he climbed onto the bed and knelt over her, a knee on either side of her thighs. He stroked down the front of her T-shirt and over her hips. His hands glided over her stomach, then down her crotch. Damn, the jeans she wore were in the way. But his fingers glided over her crotch back and forth. Driving her wild.

He chuckled, then slid his hands up again, this time underneath her T-shirt, and cupped her breasts. The nipples rose shamelessly, peaking into his palms. He rolled her T-shirt up, then reached under her and unclasped her bra. His hands slid under the cups and he teased her sensitive nipples until she cried out in pleasure. He pushed the bra up out of the way.

“You have the most beautiful breasts.” He gazed at them in awe, then leaned down and took one nipple in his mouth.

He teased the tip with his tongue, then sucked. She arched forward and gasped. While still sucking on her, he slid his other hand down her belly, then unfastened her jeans button and zipper. His hand stole into her jeans, then under her panties, and he stroked her damp slit.

“Oh, yes.”

His finger slipped inside her. He switched to her other nipple and tortured that one with his tongue, then sucked. Intense sensations sparked through her. She arched her hips against his hand, driving his finger deeper. His finger slipped from inside her and he drew back, then tugged her jeans down her hips. He tossed them aside and stripped off her panties.

As he gazed at her folds, she glanced down to his swollen cock. God, she wanted that monster driving inside her.

“Mr. Policeman, are you going to drive that big nightstick of yours into me?”

He wrapped his hand around his enormous cock. “You mean this?”

She nodded, her eyes wide.

He stroked it, then tapped the hot, hard flesh against her belly.

“It sounds like you’d like me to.”

“Oh, no, I don’t want to be pounded with your big … stick.”

He chuckled. “That’s good. Because it wouldn’t be a punishment then, would it?”

To her surprise, he grabbed her hip and turned her onto her side, then slid in behind her. His hard cock brushed against her ass, then she felt the length of the shaft press between her cheeks. His arm came around her and he stroked her breasts, back and forth with one hand, teasing the tight buds until they wanted to burst. Then his cock glided down, and he pushed it between her legs. His cockhead nudged her slick slit and the head pushed into her. Suddenly, he thrust inside and she gasped in pleasure.

His huge cock so deep inside her, plunging in so suddenly, sent stars flashing through her head. He held her tight against his body, one hand cupping her breast, the other flat on her stomach.

“Are you ready for your punishment?” he murmured against her ear.

“Oh, yes … I mean … no.”

He chuckled again. His finger found her clit and he toyed with it, sending jolting sparks of pleasure through her as he drew his long cock down her passage. Then he thrust back inside. She gasped again. His finger teased her sensitive bud as he pulled back and thrust forward again.

God, she was close.

Her breathing accelerated as he thrust again and again until she could hardly catch her breath. He rammed inside her, filling her with his thick, hard shaft. Harder. Filling her impossibly full each time.

She gasped as pleasure burst through her, then wailed as she catapulted to a joyous orgasm, waves of ecstasy washing over her.

Sloan groaned and erupted inside her.

She squeezed and moaned as her orgasm went on and on.

Finally, she slumped back against his solid chest.

He kissed the back of her neck.

“Have you learned your lesson?” he asked.

“Mmm.” She lolled her head against his muscular shoulder and gazed around at him. “I’m not sure.”

He drove deep into her and pleasure blasted through her again. He pumped a few more times, teasing her clit at the same time, sending her trembling into another orgasm.

She caught her breath and laughed giddily. “Well, maybe I have learned something.”

He laughed and stroked her breasts, then she felt his cock withdraw. He rolled her onto her back and prowled over her, then kissed her. Sweet and passionate. Her heart swelled and she melted into the kiss. When he released her mouth, she gazed up at him … and saw love in his eyes. Pure, unadulterated love.

Oh, God, what have I done?