“I want…I need…” I move closer to Talia as her breathing hitches and her eyes scream things I wish I could hear.
Hesitating, I put my hands on her cheeks. “Can I at least kiss you one last time?”
Without answering me, she grabs the sides of my head and kisses me first. Hard. And without hesitation, I kiss her back. When her tongue enters my mouth, I move so I can speak, though she continues to kiss me. “Talia…You’re killing me.”
Over my lips, she whispers, “So are you.”
Her hands go to my chest, and she shoves me but doesn’t leave my mouth. I stumble against the bed. When I try to talk, she doesn’t let me, and I don’t stop her. Her stuttered breathing quickens, and my tongue fills her mouth. I notice her small whimper as her tongue engages with mine. When she pushes my chest, I blindly fall onto the bed, and she goes with me. I want to say something, but I don’t because whatever we’re doing now, I don’t want to end it.
With my legs dangling over the side of the bed, Talia lies on top of me as we kiss. When I leave her mouth to kiss her neck, her breathing splutters, and it turns me on more. I touch her cheek as we kiss, letting my fingers graze her upswept hair. Talia shifts her body and pushes her hand up my T-shirt. Her fingers sweep my abdomen, making my muscles contract beneath her touch. Talia moans, sending me to an agonizing full mast restrained in my jeans, and I moan in response to hers. But when her fingers travel to my crotch, grabbing my junk, I nearly yell from the mixed signals and feelings roaring through me. Against her mouth, I whisper, “Does it feel like anything about you turns me off?”
Without a comeback, Talia kisses me. As our kiss intensifies, her grasp between my legs grows more persistent, and I tug her blouse from her pants. When I untuck enough, I push my hand up her shirt until I reach her tit. She moans more, and I shove my fingers into her bra, instantly going to her nipple and rolling it beneath my fingers. Lifting her lips from mine, she whispers, “God, Dylan.”
In a rush, I untuck the rest of her shirt, and slightly sitting up, I yank her closer and heave the material up, exposing her breast to my mouth. As my tongue tastes her nipple, she writhes against me. Her left hand goes to my fly, undoing it in record time. I groan over her nipple and Talia pants above my head. I sweep my tongue back and forth over the stiff nub. Talia yanks on my jeans, but since she’ll obviously get nowhere with her lying on me and in this position, she slides off me, stealing her sweet taste. As I pull down my jeans, she jumps off the bed in record time, removes her shoes and pants, and is again kneeling over me. Her lips return to mine before I can move further up the bed. It’s almost as if she doesn’t want me to get too comfortable, but I don’t know where she’s going with this since I don’t have a condom.
When my hard-on rubs against her ass, she glides the crotch of her underwear over my tip. I moan, “Oh, damn, Talia.”
She’s then on my lips again, kissing me as she pushes her hips, making my dick burrow into her crotch. Without thinking, I grab her hips and urge her to tease me, digging more into her. When the head of my dick is inside of her, she moves her hips, prompting me to follow as we dry-hump each other. And the more we grind into each other, the wetter we both become, bringing us closer to actually fucking. With our underwear separating us, it’s restrictive, crushing, frustrating, and fucking hot.
“Talia, you’re so damn wet.”
“Dylan, we can’t...” She says that, but nothing about her actions agrees.
Sliding my hands underneath her shirt, I again take hold of her tits, massaging them, and she closes her eyes. “I want more of you.”
“What are you doing to me?” Her eyes flutter open, and she looks over her shoulder toward the TV. Nodding to no one, she bites her lip, and with shaky hands, she picks up my hand and, pulling her underwear crotch to the side, she guides her bush onto my fingers until they slip farther inside her.
I pant, “Shit.”
“Oh, fuck,” she whispers. Despite her wariness, she’s soaked, and her warmth surrounds me everywhere. Releasing her underwear, she then burrows into mine to grab my dick, stroking me as I finger her.
Breathless, Talia swivels her hips while my fingers fuck her. “Dylan.” She swallows like she’s in pain, but I know her doubts haunt her. I need to fuck Talia with my dick, but the risk is too great. As my free hand glides over her silky thigh, I say, “You get me so fucking hard. The first time you smiled at me, I wanted to be with you. You’re the best thing I’ve ever felt.”
Her eyes again fondle every part of my body as a hesitant smile creeps onto her face. “Every part of your body is hard.”
“Especially here.” I raise and lower my hips as she strokes me, and I groan.
“You’re so hot, Dylan,” she admits. Unexpectedly, she lifts her body, and my fingers fall out of her. Talia again yanks her underwear to the side and repositions her naked pussy to graze the tip of my dick.
“Fuck,” I moan, and like an unspoken attraction, I raise my hips, offering for her to ride my dick, not caring anymore if we go all the way. She’s still reluctant, but my unrestraint encourages her to take more of me. We’re slow, but as we gather momentum, she fucks me through my underwear with every thrust. As she squats over me, her pussy laps at my tip, driving me to the brink of insanity and closer to ignition. But I don’t want to come in my underwear.
I lift my hips as I grip hers, making her tits bounce more. Her moans grow louder, and I stiffly move her over my dick, knowing it drove Audrey crazy when I did this. God. Will I ever stop thinking about her when I’m with another woman? I don’t want Audrey anymore. I’ve moved on. Still, I can’t help the comparisons. Even though Talia’s tits are fuller, she’s smaller-framed than Audrey, slightly taller and more toned, probably from dancing.
With her eyes closed, she bites her lip with a frown. Slowing, I hold her hips tight, preventing her from moving easily. She opens her eyes, and I ask, “What’s wrong? Am I hurting you?”
“No. You make me feel so…everything. All over. I’ve never felt this way,” she quietly replies, appearing almost ashamed. I yank her down to me, and she squeals, interrupting her frown. I raise my hips and guide hers during our limited fuck. I do it until her moans mingle with surprised giggles.
Steadying herself, Talia claws my chest, which is painful but worth it. I whisper, “Are you close? I can’t come between your legs, and I’m almost there. If so, pull up your shirt. I want to hose your tits.”
I clench my teeth, feeling the rush brewing, readying to pull out before erupting, but Talia beats me to it, jumping off me. I gasp from the sudden emptiness and friction. The thrumming through my dick slams into neutral as I gawk at her moving off the bed. I sit up on my elbows, confused as I pant, “What happened?”
With her back to me, she mumbles, “Um, nothing. I realized I’m late to get back.”
“Seriously?” I look to my wet and sheathed dick, which now throbs and not in a good way. “You couldn’t wait ten seconds?”
Putting on her pants, she says, “No, I really can’t.”
“I wasn’t asking to cuddle afterward, but damn. You didn’t even wait for an afterward.”
I hear the whir of her zipper, and she says, “We shouldn’t have done this.”
“We did, but then you…abandoned me like there’s a fire.”
Talia pauses as she considers that, and I hear the faintest groan before she shakes her head. “I’m sorry.” She buttons her shirt fast as she steps back into her boots. “This was a mistake.”
“How can you say that? It wasn’t. It was…so much more.”
“It was dry-humping, Dylan. No big deal.” Her sigh is shaky, and I want to get up, but physically I can’t move so fast.
“That was hardly dry.”
“It’s my fault.” She loudly inhales and snaps, “I told you we can’t be near each other. Stupid shit happens.”
“It wasn’t stupid, Talia. We want each other.”
Talia hurries to the bathroom and slams the doo
r. I groan, “Fuck.” The dull pain radiates, but I’m not even hard enough anymore for a quick jerk. I gingerly sit up and stand to pull up my jeans, leaving them unbuttoned. As I hobble toward the bathroom, I hear sniffing. Stopping at the door, I lightly knock. “Can’t we talk?”
The door swings open, and Talia rushes past me. “No. I’m late.”
I hook her arm before she gets far. “They can wait five extra minutes.”
Talia jerks her arm out of my hold, and her angry glare slays me. “You don’t fucking get it. At all.”
“You’re right. I don’t. Who in the fuck cares about our ages?”
Her eyes fill with tears. “I feel dirty for a lot of reasons.” She cries behind her hand while looking to the wall next to us. “Unlike past experiences, I want to have sex with you, Dylan, but it’s not something I should want when it makes me feel like this.”
“Talia.” I step closer, but she moves further. I drop my hand.
Talia hides her eyes like she’s trying to block me out completely. “You shouldn’t have happened to me. You might think you being a cop is not a fucking big deal, but it is to me. My ex and my father destroyed my life.”
“I won’t do that!”
Talia dabs her eyes with the back of her hand, smudging some of her makeup. “And with our age gap, as stupid as it sounds, I feel like I’m taking advantage of you. I don’t want to be on the other side of that table.” She bitterly laughs. “Me. Taking advantage of a white cop. Sure.”
“It’s not like that. I want this with you.”
“I’m mortified that I almost had an orgasm with you and that I was giving you one!”
“If you were close, you should’ve let it happen! It would’ve been a special moment between us. Why’d you stop it?”
“Because this is so fucked up! It doesn’t change how I feel!”
“No,” I argue, reaching for her hand, but she again moves closer to the door. “What we have isn’t dirty. Please don’t think that.”
She drops her hands with tears streaming down her face. “You think I want to? I wanted you to be perfect for me, but perfect doesn’t exist! Especially for me!”
“But I think we’re perfect for each other.”
Talia rolls her teary eyes. “What do you know about life? My God, when I was twenty-two, you were fifteen! Fucking shit, I can’t do this!” She puts her hand on the door handle, and I don’t move any closer. I’ll fucking kill Ruiz and her dad for what they did. I don’t care if they once carried badges. I’d jam either of my Glocks against her ex’s head and watch him fear for his life, like he did to Talia.
“Talia, come on. You think I know nothing about life? I’ve seen scary shit in training.”
“And I’ve lived through horrifying shit.”
I sigh. “I’m sorry. I wish I could take away your pain, and I’d like to help you. Just forget about why we can’t be together and think about why we should be.”
“Together? A couple? Like Lucy and Desi? Harry and Megan?”
“Yeah. So?”
“I think you’d change your mind when people notice you’re shoving your law-abiding white cock into an aging Black girl with a shitload of baggage and two dead-end jobs.”
“And I don’t fucking care what the hell people say! If anyone points out something shitty like that, then fuck them!”
“No, you don’t have to care! But I do! Everything in life is so much easier for you, while I have to fight twice as hard just to get by! Now, you want me to pretend that my feelings don’t matter? No! You don’t get to tell me that, officer!”
“Talia, I’m sorry. It does matter, but I don’t want it to be what keeps us apart. We’ll work through it together.”
She shakes her head and checks her pocket for the key card. “Dylan, no. I can’t. I’m sorry for leading you on and for going this far. I was wrong to do that to you.”
“I’m not sorry! Maybe you don’t get it!”
Talia’s burnt-umber eyes widen as her tears return, heavier, and she spins to the door and plows through it, letting it slam behind her.
“Fuck!” I yell to no one, and it echoes. Grabbing my clothes, I dress. Going into the bathroom, the scratch marks on my chest glow in the light and sting when I touch them.
Sighing, when I leave the bathroom, I grab my wallet and holster my Glock. Checking my phone, there’s a text from Jordan asking me what I’m doing. She’ll have to wait.
When I reach the lobby, Sadie looks up from the counter, and her grin is instant. As I search the immediate area for Talia, Snow White says, “She’s not here.” She shrugs while stifling more giggles. “She said she was sick...”
“Talia left?”
“Talia. That’s so sweet.” When I narrow my eyes, waiting for her to answer, she says, “Yeah. Whatever you two did...”
“We did nothing.” That’s almost the truth.
“Okay.” Sadie frowns, mostly to herself. “I just know how much she likes you.”
“And how much is that?”
Sadie rolls her eyes. “You’re all she talks about, but you probably knew that.”
“Uh, no.”
“Oh, shoot. I mean, don’t shoot.”
I frown at her and glance at the office door as if Sadie is lying. “Does she talk about me in a good way or bad?”
Grinning, Sadie says, “Like you don’t know.”
I sigh, growing impatient. “I don’t.”
“It’s good, but she’s scared.”
“Did she tell you that?”
“Well, no, but I can tell.”
“Did Talia go home?”
“I think so. Unless she went to yours?” My frown doesn’t waver. “What happened? She came down here, upset.”
“We had a disagreement.”
“About?”
I gape at her. “The Rain Forest.”
Sadie nods but then shakes her head. “It’s none of my business, but I think you and Natalia are hot. I’ve told her that, but she says you’re not together. Is that true?”
“Since you’re dying to know...” I cock an eyebrow, and Sadie smiles but eagerly awaits my answer. I shake my head. “I want to be, but she doesn’t.”
“Jeez. That’s surprising. I’d swear she’s head-over-heels for you.”
“Um, I...Thanks for your help.”
“Sure, Officer McGrath. Just doing my civic duty.” When I head for the door, I roll my eyes.
Chapter 12
Natalia
“So, do you have a boyfriend?” I roll my eyes at Marilou as she questions our waitress-in-training, Verna Roy.
Verna regretfully frowns as she swings her shoulder-length red ponytail. “I did. However, he only wanted the milk.”
Irritable from last night with Dylan, I make a face. “Milk?”
“You know. Why buy the cow?” Marilou and I both groan in agreement, and Verna continues, “He knew I wanted to get married. That was my goal in the relationship. I tried everything to nail him down.”
Marilou is circumspect and curious, so I don’t argue when she asks, “And how did you do that? Please don’t tell me it involved a nail gun.”
Verna laughs. “No, silly. It involved some handy-dandy covert work.”
I weakly smile at Les, a regular, as he takes a seat at the counter. Knowing his usual, I get him a cup of black coffee and return to Marilou and Verna, unsure if I want to hear more.
“Really?” Marilou’s genuine gasp piques my interest.
“What did I miss?”
Verna says, “No nail gun. I had to get crafty, so I poked holes in his safety nets, if you know what I mean.”
“Uh…”
“In the mornings, when he was at full attention,” she giggles, and I’m horrified to hear more, “I would encourage a performance while he slept.”
Marilou hisses, “Meaning?”
“I’m an excellent percussionist and played his instrument until I received raucous applause, and then I’d spread the love to my or
chestra pit. I’m majoring in music appreciation if you couldn’t tell.” Stunned into silence, Marilou and I gawk at Verna. What the fuck? Verna waves off our expressions with a laugh. “I had to be fast, as that always awakened him. He thought he had spectacular vivid dreams.”
We again stare in disbelief. Verna gathers straws from a box and bundles them into her hands. “Sometimes he thought he was visiting the back door, but the party was in the front, just through a back entrance. I saved those for when he had too much to drink.” She giggles again, and Marilou and I both take a step back.
She sighs. “Unfortunately, none of it worked, and my womb remains empty. So, I cut my losses, and I’m ready to move on.” To her next victim. “I’ll store those in a box for another rainy day. I hope I don’t have to use them anymore, and I find a man who’s ready, willing, and able to jump right in with both feet. I’m so ready to fill this empty womb and be a mother, for crying out loud.” Oh, good Lord, no. That’s the last thing a kid needs.
Hesitant, I take Verna with me to my tables, introducing her to the diners. Most are regulars and engage in conversation with her, but I try to keep the chitchat short-lived since I don’t know what else will come out of this bitch’s mouth.
During the lunch rush, I hold my breath every time the door opens, but when Dylan finally walks through the door, I release my held breath in a loud rush. He’s even sexier than the last time I saw him, which was naked beneath me. As soon as I left the hotel room last night, I gathered my shit and sped home, using my pocket rocket because Dylan brought me to the edge of a huge one, and massive it was. In my bed, I drilled my pussy as I wailed his name, giving him credit for the cum-op. He’s the first to make me come during sex, even if this time was by proxy. I wanted to experience it with Dylan, with my pussy gripping his shaft as I melted in appreciation and returned the favor eagerly until he exploded.
Double filthy.
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