by Liv Arnold
Raw passion sparked between them. He didn’t hold back, and she didn’t want him to. She was close to coming. His tongue gave four hard licks against her clit before he sucked it hard. He kept sucking until she was ready to bang her forehead against the table.
Her breaths grew shallower, hips thrust toward him, back and forth, back and forth. His mouth stayed on her, winding her tight like a jack in the box. The washing machine thrashed in a crescendo that heightened her ecstasy.
A cry escaped her lips as a hurricane crashed through her body. She pulsed against his mouth, but he didn’t stop, still tonguing her, wringing out every ounce of orgasm. She gasped for air as he slowed and finished with tender kisses.
She could feel his gaze burning into her. He panted short and fast breaths.
He gently removed the cuff from her hand and massaged her wrist. Her brows furrowed in surprise as she turned to face him. Didn’t expect this intimate side to him. He circled the handcuff imprint on her wrist with his thumb, although the pain from the metal felt sweet.
He lowered her hand and performed a show of checking his watch in an exaggerated manner. “That took fifty-eight seconds. Say thank you, Jesse.”
His smug words fried her brain as she clutched his hair. “Dickhead.”
He leaned forward, licking her jaw before his lips slammed into hers. Before she had time to think it through, she opened her mouth, feeling his clever tongue press forward. Warmth vibrated through her body, lost to everything other than him. The sound of his breathing, the heat of his lips, and the way his palm felt against her cheek.
He ripped his lips away and stared at her mouth. “Swollen, wet, and pink—just like your pussy.”
Both her hands fisted his collar in response. “Don’t talk. You’re turning me off.”
“Orgasm number two coming right up then.” A taunt. A promise.
Her chest heaved. God help me.
Her body was so in tune with his. Every sound, every touch ingrained in her memory. He lifted her over his shoulder and strode into the laundry, lowering her onto the washing machine. Her legs dangled over the sides.
He growled into her ear. “I thought of taking you right here when I heard this going off.”
The machine shook beneath her, its spin cycle vibrating against her burning pussy. She placed her legs on either side of his hips as his hard length thrust between her legs. “Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”
His eyes twinkled. “Believe me. You’ll know the difference once I’m deep inside you.”
“You can talk the talk. Now walk the walk. I’m on the pill so no excuse to stall.” Her long fingers undid his shirt buttons one by one. How was she naked while he was still fully dressed?
“Please.” The corners of his mouth spread into a wolfish grin as he pulled out his wallet from his pants pocket and took out a small foil packet.
She pushed his shirt off his broad shoulders, and it fell to the floor. “Please, you asshat.”
Her brain short-circuited as her gaze lingered over his body. His skin had a healthy glow, defining the lines across his abdomen. The V that she so badly wanted to outline with her tongue disappeared down his black pants.
He kicked off his shoes as he traced a finger over her lips. “That’s no way to talk to someone who’s going to make you come…again.”
She bit the tip of his finger and undid the top button of his pants, the zipper clinking at every bind. He tugged on his waistband to help her along, sending his pants down around his ankles. He stepped out of the legs, one at a time, showing off the muscles in his thighs.
He pushed his boxer briefs all the way down, and his solid cock sprang out at her. The wrapper crinkled as he whipped out the condom and slid it on.
“I know what you’re thinking. Wow, it’s big.” Jesse grabbed her hips, pulling her closer toward him.
“More like fun-sized.”
He ignored her and pressed his lips up and down her neck, his warm breath lingering. One callused hand reached to massage, cradle, and squeeze her breast. The washing machine drowned out the strangled noise that croaked through her lips.
His tip sketched at her entrance. With one hand, he positioned his cock over her swollen clit, teasing it with small, intimate circles.
She tipped her head back and opened her legs wider to give him better access. With one long push, he thrust deep inside her. Her body arched, needing to pull him deeper, needing him to fill her until nothing else existed but this intensity of being.
Every time he entered her, her inner walls clenched and pulsated. The tremor of the washing machine amplified every lunge. He reached two fingers toward her clit, moving them around in circles. How did he know what I wanted before I did? Never picked him for a generous lover.
Garbled words spilled out in a hoarse whisper as a shiver went through her. She grabbed his ass, rolled her hips, pressing into him as every part of her body tightened. So close again already. Her movements were frazzled, wild.
His fingers moved faster on her clit, going in sync with his cock shoving in and out, over and over again. “Come all over me.”
She squeezed him harder with her legs, his smutty words urging her on. Her breath hitched as he deepened his thrusts, and her heart rate quickened. Teetering on the edge, she couldn’t hold back any longer. She let the sensation build inside and smash over her, muffling her cries into his neck.
Her body went limp. Both of their bodies glistened with sweat, but he kept slamming inside her, making her breasts heave.
His mouth lowered to suck and nip on her breasts. After a pause, his fingers circled her clit once more in soft definitive strokes. Again? Can I handle this? Lord have mercy. How many times today had she used the Lord’s name in vain? The cycle of the washing machine changed, vibrations ramped up as the end of the spin cycle approached, and her core tightened.
His head lifted, and he moved faster and more urgently, letting out the most sensual grunts. An aching ball rolled down her spine as his fingers circled her clit insistently. His warm hips pressed against her thighs.
That delicious build up spread through her body again as the washing machine jumped beneath her and gave her an extra jolt.
Her body shook, and tiny earthquakes quivered through her. Every part of her became lost in him when the tidal wave carried her away.
His lips captured hers, thirsty with desire. He groaned into her mouth, spilling into the condom as they clutched each other as if they would never let go.
When he peered at her, he somehow managed a smirk. “Multiple orgasms in one go. I would say that’s case closed.”
She rolled her eyes, but laughter built in her throat before bursting from her lips. Maybe I’m starting to understand this guy.
****
They lay on her couch, legs tangled up in each other, faces close. Her body molded to his as though they were designed as two halves of a whole.
His fingers circled her right nipple. It hardened again at his touch.
His erection pressed up against her leg as he leaned into a kiss. “I’m ready to go again if you are.”
She let out a soft moan at his tempting offer. “Can’t. We’re already late for dinner. Ava puts a lot of effort into preparing a three-course meal.”
Whenever it was Juliet’s turn, she either did a barbecue or bought platters of already-cooked food from her local supermarket.
“Okay, be the voice of reason.” He kissed her cheek before sitting up and pulling on his uniform. The loss of contact left her throbbing to pull him back down again.
“When have I not been since we met?” She stood and wrapped a robe that hung from the edge of the couch around her.
Jesse buttoned his shirt from top to bottom. “Well, you know, about Wayne this morning. Maybe I was only almost right.”
Her head shot up. “Are you saying you were in the wrong?”
“Almost wrong. There’s a difference. I see all the time how parents from rough n
eighborhoods get their kids to do their dirty work.”
She considered this. Maybe, sometimes like him, she also only saw things one way. Are we too much alike, and that’s why we always clash? Or am I seeing through his mask for the first time?
“Lucky I won the case then, as always.” She stood to brush her lips against his, laughing under her breath. The first gentle, adoring kiss they’d had. Changing his words from almost right to almost wrong was as good as she was going to get.
Orange, pink, and yellow seeped through the curtain at the front of her house. She wandered over and shifted the curtain a notch. The sunset glistened between the trees. Ava’s lights were on. Everyone had to already be there.
From her peripheral vision, Dr. Mendes picked one of her beloved white roses from the front bushes. “The nerve of him.”
“Who?” Jesse appeared beside her to follow her line of sight and frowned. “That grubby little turd.”
“I’ve had it up to here with him.” Juliet raised a horizontal hand to the height of her nose, palm facing down.
“Me, too.”
“I wave at him every time I see him, and he never looks in my direction.”
Jesse seethed. “And he ignores all Ava’s dinner invites. She only means well and doesn’t want him to feel left out.”
“How dare he? She has the sweetest of hearts.” Juliet thought of Ava organizing the street’s Secret Santa and baking a cake whenever it was someone’s birthday.
“Exactly. He’s going back to his house. I’m going to confront him.”
Her eyes stalked Dr. Mendes’ every step, wishing he’d trip. So immature, but she couldn’t help it. “What would you say?”
Jesse’s jaw set. “To point out what is and isn’t counted as neighborly behavior.”
“Good for you.” Should I be riling him up like this? But Dr. Mendes had stirred her blood for years.
“Come with me. You don’t back down from anything until you’re blue in the face.” His laugh came out affectionate.
There’s my asshole again. My asshole? Why would I think that? But maybe all this time his assholery was a result of his strong sense of justice. They’re either guilty or not guilty.
“That’s because some people have tiny brains where I have to explain things over and over again before they finally get it,” she snapped.
“Don’t ever change. Who else could I spar with?” The corners of his lips turned up in that familiar egotistical grin, making her want to smack it off.
“No one else would tolerate you for so long without putting their house on the market.”
He quirked an eyebrow. “Exactly. Coming?”
“Sure. Why not.” She followed Jesse out the door, forgetting she was still in a robe.
They marched over to number twenty-four. Who knew Dr. Mendes irked Jesse as much as me? Some common ground. She felt a closeness to him right now, even more so than sex. What else didn’t she know about him?
The TV blared from inside so that anyone who lived down the street knew Dr. Mendes owned the latest surround-sound system. Jesse rang the doorbell five times in a row. The volume of the TV grew louder until she could barely hear herself think.
“He’s avoiding us.” Juliet rolled her eyes. What a prick.
“Wuss.” Jesse rapped on the door.
The volume lowered, and they waited. Still nothing.
“Dr. Mendes. It’s Jesse.” He knocked on the door again.
Footsteps tapped on the tiles until the door partially opened. Dr. Mendes poked his head out, his eyes unfocused. When he took in Jesse’s police uniform, his face changed to professional and calm and he swung the door fully open. “How can I help you, Sergeant?”
Behind Dr. Mendes sat a picture of a young girl on the hallway table with Juliet’s white rose in a crystal vase beside it.
Never seen this little girl around the street before. Everything Juliet wanted to say, every snarky response and mean thought she’d ever directed at the doctor’s lack of response, flew out the window. She pointed to the photo. “Who’s that?”
Dr. Mendes opened his mouth, closed it, then his voice came out tenderly, “My daughter before she passed.”
A lump formed in Juliet’s throat. No wonder he was so antisocial. Losing a child would be unbearable.
Jesse broke the silence. “Would you like to come to Ava’s dinner party?”
“I’m fine,” Dr. Mendes mumbled.
“Everyone would love to see you,” Juliet chimed in. “Ava’s nephew wants to study medicine next year after he’s finished school. Your advice would be invaluable.”
“I used to mentor staff at the hospital before…” Dr. Mendes’ words trailed off as if he’d said too much.
Before what? His daughter? Poor guy. Juliet smiled in encouragement. “Come, even if it’s only for half an hour. Ava has baked her famous turkey pot pie.”
Dr. Mendes frowned, as if weighing up the pros and cons. “Guess I haven’t eaten yet. See you there.”
The door closed without another word. Jesse and Juliet stared at each other. What just happened?
Jesse squeezed her hand, and the contact sent a message of mutual understanding between them. “I’ll go back to my place to change out of my uniform. Meet you back at your place.”
His words sounded totally relaxed and natural to her, as if there was no other place he should be.
****
“You’ve actually got pants on.” Jesse grinned and rang Ava’s doorbell with two wine bottles in his arms.
“Shuttup. I know catching me locked out, naked, is funny, and it doesn’t happen every day, but can you please not tell anyone or make jokes about it? I may laugh about this in years from now, but I’m still struggling to see the funny side.”
“As you wish.” Jesse’s expression turned solemn, but the edges of his lips quivered against a smile.
The door squeaked opened. Ava popped her head through the gap before opening the door wide. “Welcome. You’ll never guess who turned up. Dr. Mendes. Can you believe it?”
Juliet beamed. “Glad he’s here.”
“Hopefully, he’ll come to more events.” Ava’s eyes narrowed. “But why are you two so late? I thought I saw you coming home over an hour ago.”
Jesse’s mouth turned up in a lopsided grin as his eyes caught hers. Heat rose in her cheeks, and her mouth dried before Jesse came to her rescue. “Sorry, Ava. Juliet had trouble finding something to wear.”
About the Author
Liv Arnold has worked as a copywriter for several global companies and now runs her own freelance business. She grew up in Melbourne, Australia, and lives with her husband and their spoiled dog, who only eats freshly cooked meals.
When she’s not writing, Liv’s avoiding the gym, devouring a cheese platter, or marathoning way too much TV. And of course, she’s a massive book addict and often reads until all hours of the night.
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