I don’t need to guess if Verna caught that interaction because she quickly leans against me, laying her hand on my thigh. Fuck no. I don’t have much room to move, so I push her hand off my leg.
More K-9 Unit officers take their seats. An officer sits next to Verna, who is all over her with compliments and questions. Thank you, Jesus.
As I shift away and say hello to the man sitting down next to me, I look ahead to see Taggart now at another table, talking to Tristan. And Talia. Her hair’s up, and she looks gorgeous in sparkly dangling earrings and a burgundy dress. I can’t stop staring at her. Then I notice that Talia never smiles while talking to Taggart. Staring, I then realize that Tristan is grinning at my gawking.
Verna is again in my face. “What are we eating for dinner?”
I blink away from the scene across the room. “I don’t know.”
“You didn’t ask or see the menu at work?”
“No.”
Her hand returns to my thigh, and she runs her nose up and down the side of my neck. I swallow hard, but not because I like it. It’s to prevent me from vomiting or spewing obscenities. Verna then moves to my ear, whispering, “I bet you taste better than any food here.”
I tilt my head away and see Talia staring at us, her eyes shining even in the dim light. But Tristan catches my eye and puts his arm around Talia, kissing her cheek. It takes every shred of willpower on this planet not to fly over there and pound him into the wall. However, hope rises as I watch Talia shrink away from him with a frown.
My phone buzzes as Chief Rispolli takes the microphone at the front of the room, thanking everyone for sitting through a skull-numbing, self-congratulatory night. Looking at the screen, I see a text from Emerson. Dylan, I need you in my bed tonight. Make it happen. When I glance over at her, she makes hand gestures and mouths things, telling me what to do. Grant rolls his eyes, in no way condoning our antics.
Clearing my throat, I set down my phone on the table. True to form, Verna not so subtly reads it. She urgently whispers, “Who texted you that?”
“Just—”
“Is it that jezebel I met earlier?” Her incensed expression makes me laugh, not accepting that look or word from her.
Amid my laughter, I say, “She’s harmless.”
Verna picks up my phone and gallingly replies to the text. Keep your grubby pussy away from my boyfriend. He’ll be in my bed tonight. I can’t help laughing, and when I see Emerson reading the response, she laughs just as people applaud, but I still hear her laughter.
Chief Rispolli announces they will serve dinner before the awards. Servers dressed in white and black enter the room, carting food to the tables. Verna’s hand slinks to my thigh while she talks to the officer next to her, sending me territorial vibes. Bullshit. I attempt to push her hand off me, but she digs her nails into my thigh, and she continues to talk. Giving up, I leave her hand there as long as she’s talking to someone who isn’t me.
Across the room, I watch Tristan get up and leave the room. Talia sighs and casually glances at me. When our eyes lock, she seems uneasy, twisting in her chair but having nowhere to go. Since her dress has a V-cut down her side, I see her breathing kicking into gear along her ribs. Her tits heave as the material moves with her breaths. I want to devour them.
Focused on Talia’s beautiful body, I grow hard.
“Isn’t that right, baby?” Fuck, she didn’t. Audrey and I didn’t even call each other that.
I ignore her, pretending I’m interested in the other K-9 Unit officers’ conversation, but I’m really watching Talia. Verna shakes my thigh. Unable to ignore that, I reluctantly look at her with an impatient glance and grunt, “What?”
“Officer Murphy said we’re a cute couple. I told her we’re still new, but I’ll send her an announcement when I’m pregnant with our first child.” As she says that, her hand travels upward.
“Uh, that’ll never happen,” I reply, shocked she’s this blatant with her twisted imagination.
Verna again shakes my thigh, scolding, “But my ovaries won’t wait forever to bear fruit.” What the fuck did she just say?
I argue, “We’re not together.”
Verna’s eyes widen, but she giggles and tells Murphy, “He loves playing hard to get.”
Officer Murphy narrows her eyes. “You got to end that now. If you don’t get it within a reasonable timeframe, move on. Life’s too short to put up with that kind of crap.”
Since Verna’s hand is close to my tortured dick, I place a hand in my lap to put a barrier between us, but I’m too late. Verna's hand bumps it, and I groan— not a happy one—when she realizes I’m hard, just not for her. Shit.
From my peripheral, Verna swings her attention away from the officer. Her fiery eyes burn me without looking directly into the fires of hell. Against me, her tits rub against my arm as she whispers, “My poor baby needs relief. Maybe I could get away with a hand job underneath the table until we get to my place. I’ll take good care of you.” She moves her hand to touch my swiftly deflating hard-on, and I grab her wrist.
“No,” I growl like one of the K-9s our tablemates handle.
“What?” Verna exudes fake innocence.
Amid my squeezing throat, I tilt to whisper, “Stop fucking molesting me. The Sex Crimes Unit is right behind us.”
I then stand and catch a glimpse of her shocked reaction. When I move away, she demands, “Where are you going?”
“To make a call.”
“I’ll come with you,” she insists and pushes out her chair. Shaking my head, my glare compels her to remain in her seat. I’m so fucking done with tonight. Exiting the room, I notice Taggart assessing me, probably finding more reasons to get rid of me.
I leave the room and head to the lobby to get some air. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I see another text from Audrey. I’m sorry I hurt you. The possibility of an unplanned pregnancy scared me. We weren’t ready. Now, I have nothing. I can’t express how much I miss you. Can you please come to Richmond soon? We’ll work out our problems in person. I want everything with you. I’m not scared anymore.
Walking to the large windows, I mutter, “Jesus Christ.” She regrets me not nailing the bullseye. Someone is enjoying my agony. The woman I once had has changed her mind. The woman I wanted to be with didn’t want me and is now flaunting her new relationship. I don’t want a woman unabashedly throwing herself at me, but in my mental state, I might let her.
After seeing a sign pointing toward the restrooms, I head down the hallway, but heels tap behind me on the shiny floor. I pray it’s not Verna because I don’t want to fuck her in a stall. It’ll only prove how low I’ll sink. If you can’t beat them, join them.
Since the footsteps announce purpose and not a casual stroll, I reluctantly check behind me to see it’s Talia. Stopping, I grapple for indifference. “Hi, Natalia.”
Pushing past me, she grabs my hand, leads me further down the hallway, and then makes a left. Trying the first door handle around the corner, she pushes it open, and a dimly lit kitchenette and lounge pop into view. Once we’re both inside, she locks the door as I stare at her. Neither of us moves to turn on the lights. Only the lights above the sink illuminate the room. When she looks back at me, I ask, “What’re you doing?”
She straightens, and her tits strain against her dress. The dress cups her breasts, proudly displaying them, and I’m spellbound. Appearing impatient for something, Talia reaches for my suit jacket but then drops her hands. Her brown, imploring eyes fill with urgency, but she doesn’t say a damn word. The only sound is the dripping faucet. Our last conversation in the storage room echoes in my head, and I step closer to the door. However, when I do, her eyes become feral and demanding, but she remains silent.
“What?” I ask, now the one pleading. “I can’t play this game with you.” My gaze falls to her heaving tits. My breath quickens, and I whisper, “Goddamn, you’re fucking beautiful. You can quote me to Tristan. I don’t care.”
Talia bite
s her glossy, maroon-colored lips and crosses her arms. Her dark brown eyes shine and search my face, imploring me to hear her thoughts. I wish I could.
Again, I ask, “Why are we in here? I didn’t interrupt your date, and I’ve stayed away from you. So, what more do you want from me?”
I notice her squeezing her fingers into fists beneath her arms. Sighing, I’m about to leave when Talia whispers, “Kiss me.”
I groan, “Talia,” before yanking her to me. She grabs the lapels of my suit jacket when our lips crash, and we moan together. Talia’s hand goes to my fly, and she frantically rubs my stiff crotch. She works the zipper, sliding her fingers into the fly and grazing my shaft.
I pull away from her lips. “Talia. Shit. Don’t tease me. I want to fuck you so much. Can’t you tell?” She only briefly holds eye contact and then moves to unbuckle my belt. I ask the question I’m too stupid to keep to myself. “What about Tristan?”
She again glances at my face. A myriad of emotions plays across her pretty features, but she doesn’t remove her hand as she massages me. I can’t wait any longer for the answer I need. I swallow a groan and ask, “Are you sleeping with Tristan?” Talia strokes more firmly, tightening her grip, but I persist. “Are you, Talia?”
Her brown eyes meet mine, and I’m terrified of the answer, but when she lets go of my hand to lift her dress and pull down her underwear, I’m here for it.
I spin her, pushing her against the wall and staring into her eyes, I thrust my hand up her dress until I reach her wet pussy. On borrowed time, I finger her like a piston, solid and fast.
Her breathless shrieks intensify as she grips my shoulder with her left hand and digs into my underwear to jack me off. I gasp and caress her neck with my thumb, stroking her throat as I continue to finger-fuck her. “I want this pussy. We were so close before. It’s all I think about.” With my right hand, I burrow into the top of her dress and pull down, setting her left tit free. Talia swiftly inhales with big brown eyes, and I bend to suck hard on her eager nipple, which is the color of a ripe raspberry.
Loudly panting, Talia fondles me faster, and it’s both a painful exhilaration and a disappointment since I don’t have a condom.
With the faint sound of people in the lobby, our fast breathing, and swift movements between us, I leave her tit to catch her lips with mine, vigorously tonguing her. Her quiet whimper echoes through my head. It’s not enough.
Talia, still mute but eager in every other way, I tear her from the wall, turn, and lift her onto a table only steps from us. She sits on the back of her dress, and I push up the front. She watches me with caution, interest, and desire. Fuck, I think she wants me too. She brought me here, but she doesn’t make a move or say anything, probably still believing she’s dirty. Talia’s far from it. Thankfully, when I push open her legs, she opens them wide, confirming my hope.
Kneeling on the floor in front of her, with my pants still open, her bush greets me. Talia pants above me, and I haven’t even touched her yet. Testing the waters, I slide a finger into her, Talia’s head drops back, and she directs her rapid breaths to the ceiling. I lean in and lick into her hair, finding her swollen clit. Her loud gasp accompanies her hands going to my head, trying to push me off at first, but when I shove my tongue and finger into her further, she stops pushing and moans.
Talia’s silver heels dangle next to me, and I stroke her left silky calf with my right hand as she squirms in my face, tormented by wanting to push me away and needing me to pull her closer.
Her hands go to my hair as she thrusts her hips harder against my mouth. Her fast panting and desperate moans echo off the walls as I concentrate on the hot button against my tongue. Maybe she’s using me, but that’s hard to fathom since our age difference repulses her.
The ache in my knees is uncomfortable, and the stiff throbbing between my legs is unbearable, but doing this for her is worth it. We don’t have time to waste before our dates come looking for us. As I slide my tongue in and out of the woman who isn’t my plus one, we fall into a frenetic rhythm as I alternately lick inside her and then lightly suck on her clit. Her pleading moans turn into excited shrieks, and she holds my head while grinding her pussy into my mouth. I taste more of her, and I groan from pleasuring her, but it’s sheer torture.
Abruptly, Talia pushes me away, knocking me off balance and onto my ass. Her hand falls to her pussy, taking the place of my tongue as she furiously rubs. “Fuck,” she moans, and I’m in awe as I watch. Her naked tits bounce, and from my vantage point, I can see her pussy clench as she shoves her fingers into it. Talia’s squeals fill the breakroom as she pants, “Dylan.” When she relaxes and removes her fingers, I swiftly kneel and take their place. Instead of pushing me away this time, she lets me eat the aftershocks of her orgasm. Talia drags her fingers through my hair as I work, and she whispers, “I want to linger on your tongue all night.”
I glance up at her as my mouth waters more, and I draw out slow licks that make her body tremble on the table. Talia pushes on my shoulders and pleads, “Please stop before it’s too late.” She doesn’t think it already is?
She watches as I kiss her inner thighs. I hope eating her out keeps her from fucking Tristan tonight…or ever. I stand and help her off the table, taking in her flushed face and disheveled dress. Talia peers up at me with a look of awe, maybe. Glancing at my crotch, she frowns at my open pants, so I hurriedly tuck myself back into them as I check my watch. I mutter, “Shit. People will notice we’re still gone.” I zip my fly and move to my belt, and as I do, on impulse, I bend to kiss Talia’s lips, still with her orgasm clinging to them, but she doesn’t object.
Returning to my belt buckle, Talia retrieves her underwear, but I snatch it out of her hand, stuffing the pink material into my pants pocket with a grin.
“You’re not serious?” she asks with wide eyes.
“Hell, yes, I am. They’re mine now.”
“Dylan!” she shrieks, reaching for my pocket, but I laugh as I run a hand through my hair, probably looking questionable for only making a phone call. “I feel so exposed.” As she says that, she frowns at her tit still hanging out, and adjusts her dress.
Partially joking, I insist, “We really need to get back.”
“I can’t go out there commando!” Her horror makes me laugh harder.
When I reach the door, I drop the smile and tug her to me. Bending to her ear, I whisper, “When you’re sitting next to Tristan, remember my wet tongue between your legs, devouring your sweet pussy. Fuck, I want more.”
Talia quietly moans, “Dylan.”
I nod to the door. “You should go first. We can’t return together.”
Frowning toward my pocket, which widens my grin, she leaves in a rush. I relock the door and lean against the wall. Immensely elated but increasingly frustrated, I sigh. I’ve reached the point of no return with Talia. Right here. Right now. Damn our plus ones.
Chapter 16
Natalia
Having no time to use the restroom, I rush back to my seat amid silverware tinkling and dinner chatter. When Tristan sees me, his eyes expand, and as I sit, he asks, “Where’ve you been? I was just about to send a K-9.”
I nervously smile, convinced he knows his former roommate ravished my pussy beyond reason in a breakroom, leaving me soaked and needing more. Rubbing my thighs together before I cross my legs, I fight the urge to moan from the post-orgasmic thrum. For the second time, Dylan gave me an orgasm without experiencing it himself first-hand.
“Um, I was talking to Sergeant Taggart.” I see Lynn returning to the room, unknowingly supporting my ruse.
Tristan slings his arm across the back of my chair, arguing, “I thought I saw her in here.”
Irritated he’s calling me a liar for my lie, I smile. “She saw me in the lobby and stopped to chat for a minute.”
“It was more than a minute.” He sniffs with a frown toward Dylan’s table on the other side of the room. “Rook isn’t here, either. Is that who you were real
ly with?”
I smile, even though I want to knee him in the balls. “I saw him out there. We said hello, but he was talking to other officers. Is that a problem for you? Do you need surveillance footage?” God, I hope not.
Tristan turns to me as two servers deliver our dinners to the table. “No, babe. Just keeping you honest.” What the fuck? And babe? I’m not a stripper granting him a lap dance.
I reach for my water, gripping the damp glass tightly so I don’t drop with my shaky hand. Before taking a sip, I mutter, “I’m as honest as they come.” Dylan enters the banquet room, trying to appear casual, but I catch his side glance and fight a smile as he takes his seat next to Verna, who is in his face, probably interrogating him like Tristan did. But I smile, knowing what his mouth was doing to me ten minutes ago. Again, I press my thighs together, savoring my wet cunt, which is sensitive and impatient against my textured dress.
Irrevocably filthy.
Dylan cringes at Verna as she loops her arms around his left. If that bitch puts her lips anywhere on Dylan’s body, the K-9 Unit will be searching for hers.
As I down another long sip, Tristan leans close and whispers, “Naughty Natalia, don’t talk about coming yet. You’re giving me wood.” As the water goes down the wrong pipe, I cough, gaining the attention of my table. A woman asks if I’m okay, and I nod but would scream if I could breathe.
Tristan rubs my back and asks, “You all right? I didn’t mean for you to choke.” As I dab my lips with a cloth napkin, he again whispers, “On water, at least.” This time, I turn to him with a sour expression as the servers make their way to us, so Tristan straightens. “I took it upon myself to order for you this time,” Tristan says as I press my thighs together, thinking of coming into Dylan’s mouth. I’ve never experienced oral sex that was anywhere near close to that.
“Okay. Thanks.” Blinking away from my staring as Tristan waits for my response, I notice steak and baby red potatoes. The last thing I want to do is eat food.
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