RIDING WITH THE COP (The Pleasure Of His Punishment)

by Scott, J. S.

  “I have to lick your sweet pussy, Lilly,” his voice was edgy, needy and filled with dark passion. “I want to taste you and make you come harder than you ever have before,” he whispered, his hot breath caressing her ear.

  She moaned. “No. Jake. Please,” Lilly protested, not at all sure what she would do if he actually stopped.

  She was losing the will to resist at all. She wanted this man as she had wanted no other. His masculine scent surrounded her, his muscular body overpowered her, and his husky baritone commanded. She was so aroused that she was squirming and thrashing on the bed, ready to do anything for relief. She still knew in the back of her mind that they could be caught, and it was strangely erotic, heightening her urgency, her need. She knew that she shouldn’t give in to his wicked behavior, but she was losing any cognitive thought, responding totally on a carnal level. She wanted his huge cock to fuck her hard, and to hell with everything else.

  His fingers increased their speed on her clit, the glide getting harder and faster. Her hips came off of the bed as she strained against his fingers.

  “I want to eat you, Lilly, make you come with my mouth and tongue. Do you want me to? You have to tell me that you want it, that you need it.” His voice was hoarse and low as he demanded her surrender. Her complete surrender.

  Her whole body was trembling and burning with need, the erotic thought of his tongue on her clit, his mouth devouring her, almost more than she could bear.

  “Jake,” she screamed, losing every thought except the ones that were centered on her needy body. “Yes...please. I need it. I need you.”

  With a satisfied smile Jake slid down her body and between her legs. He licked along the inside of thighs, making her moan, anticipating his hot wet tongue. His shadow of whiskers brushed erotically along her thighs, heightening her arousal.

  “Put your tongue on me. Please, Jake.” She had no shame at this point. His hot breath was wafting over her mound, teasing her with thoughts of that wicked mouth. All she wanted to do was climax. Her body was taut with urgency and heat. Her hips undulated, desperate for the feel of him. Jerking against the handcuffs, Lilly’s body twisted in erotic agony and anticipation.

  He removed his torturing fingers from her wet folds and buried his hot, burning mouth into her eager pussy. She was so wet she could hear the sounds of him lapping up her cream and the feel of his tongue on her sensitive clit nearly made her explode. He explored her, licking along her pussy lips, caressing her labia and then back to her clit.

  She was nearly sobbing, the intensity ramping as her restrained body writhed on the bed. “Make me come, Jake. Please.”

  His tongue slid into her tight, fiery channel, stabbing into her, fucking her with his tongue. He brought his fingers up to replace his tongue and inserted two of them into her steaming, wet channel while his mouth latched onto her clit. His fingers fucked her deep while his teeth clamped her naked clit lightly, holding it in place while his tongue worked it with fast, firm strokes.

  Sweat poured down Lilly’s face as she bucked her hips against Jake’s fingers and mouth. With her hands restrained over her head, she could only thrust her hips, trying to get the friction faster, harder. The spasms of her climax began to hit her like a fierce storm. Once she started to come…she couldn’t stop. Jake was unrelenting and continued his fevered attentions while her body rocked, stretching out her orgasm. He removed his fingers and lapped eagerly at the flood of cream that was drenching her pussy as the hard spasms continued to clench and release. She was completely lost, and tangled in his powerful desire, her sexual needs entwined with his, at his mercy. He was wringing every bit of pleasure from her that he could get, his velvet tongue continuing its torture, and she could do nothing but ride the waves as they crashed over her, moaning his name over and over.

  As the spasms slowed to a stop, she relaxed in sweet relief, her body spent from experiencing the most powerful climax of her life.

  Jake slid up her body and covered her mouth with his. His embrace was raw, ravaging her mouth, his tongue tangling with hers. She could feel his stiff, engorged cock against her thigh as his mouth left hers and dragged roughly over her neck. “I need to bury myself inside of that sweet, hot pussy. I need to feel you come around my cock.”

  Her body was still shaking in the aftermath of her orgasm. They were both sweating and wet, their bodies gliding against each other, skin-to-skin.

  “Tell me you want to me to fuck you, Lilly.” Jake demanded. His voice was low and growling from trying to maintain control.

  Lilly hesitated.

  “Tell me now.” His hand slid between her thighs, coaxing her body to respond. His mouth slid to her breasts, tormenting the pebbled peaks. He slid directly above her and grabbed his huge cock, using the velvety head to stimulate her clit.

  “Oh God,” Lilly groaned, needing Jake’s cock more than she had ever needed anything. She was completely under his control and she knew it. Why fight it?

  “Tell me, Lilly. Beg for my cock,” he rasped, positioning himself at the entrance of her tight channel.

  “Yes. Give it to me, Jake. I need it,” she screamed, no longer able to control the need to have that engorged phallus buried inside of her, Jake’s massive, powerful body fused with hers.

  He thrust, burying himself to his balls. They both groaned as his shaft glided into her. She was stretched wide and he fit tightly, snugly. She had never felt so filled, his huge cock extending her, making space for itself, demanding she accept him within her tight channel.

  He started moving slowly, stroking her walls, finding her sweet spot, driving her desire to a frantic level. She met his thrusts, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist as he moved faster and faster, slamming into her and encompassing her in raging desire. Her body was nothing more than a flame that was burning white hot. Lilly was only aware of their bodies gliding, their shared moans of passion mingling as they strained against each other. Jake reached between their bodies, his thumb stroking her clit.

  She ignited, her orgasm taking over her body, her channel spasming hard around his cock, milking it.

  “Oh Christ....I’m going to come hard, Lilly,” he moaned in a strangled voice. His body was heaving as he started shooting his hot release into her tight, deep depths.

  They writhed, panting together mindlessly, kissing passionate as they slowly recovered their senses. He reached up and released her cuffed hands from the bed ornament and she lowered them around him and clenched his big, brawny body with her arms, holding him tightly against her.

  Jake rolled to his side, taking her with him. His cock slid out of her and he held her, stroking her hair from her face and placing her head on his shoulder.

  Lilly wasn’t sure how long they stayed that way. When she could form a coherent though she murmured, “Would you mind releasing me now?”

  He rolled out of her arms and walked out of the room completely naked. She couldn’t help admiring the view of his tight, nicely formed ass as he exited; sighing deeply at the sight of that perfectly formed male body.

  He came back with a small key and quickly released the handcuffs. She rubbed her arms and wrists briskly. The cuffs hadn’t been that tight but they had strained muscles she probably hadn’t used in a while. Her thighs ached too. Those were definitely muscles she hadn’t stretched in a very long time.

  Jake slipped back into the bed and pulled her against him, massaging her arms and back as he held her. “Would you like to jump in the hot tub?” His voice rumbled in her ear. “It will relieve any sore muscles.”

  “Mmmm,” she felt boneless already, but a hot tub would be nice.

  She sat up with a jolt, suddenly coming out of the fog of passion, orienting to time and place. “Holy shit, we have to get out of here. What if somebody comes?”

  Jake shot her a devious grin. “Somebody already came. Several times.”

  “Jake...this is no time for jokes. We need to clean up and get the hell out of here.” Lilly was frantic. Now that h
er haze of passion had cleared, she was in a frenzy to escape being caught naked in a stranger’s house.

  Jake sat up and gently grabbed her arm, keeping her from bounding out of the bed. “Lilly, please don’t go. This is my house.”

  It took a minute for that information to compute. She gaped at him, lips moving, but no sound emerged.

  His face was flushed and he sounded contrite as he admitted, “My house…and no call for suspicious activity. I called in on the radio while you were getting a coffee and told them that I was going off duty because my replacement was already patrolling.”

  “You... you...I...Oh crap! Why would you do that?” Lilly sat up and crossed her arms over her breasts.

  “I’ve had it bad for you since the moment we met, Lilly. It was our last night together. I didn’t want you to go and you didn’t seem the least bit interested in me,” Jake replied in his deep, husky voice.

  “Kind of drastic…don’t you think?” she replied in a wry tone as she dangled the handcuffs between her fingers.

  “I guess it was. I came here stalling for time because I just couldn’t seem to tell you how I felt. I was giving myself a pep talk while you were waiting in the car. I didn’t plan what happened. I was upset that you could have been hurt by coming up to the house. I got a little caught up in the moment,” he was staring at the wall, refusing to meet her eyes.

  Jake liked her? He had wanted her badly enough to blackmail her? She should have been angry…but she really wasn’t. “Would you have really given me a bad report, ruined my chances of graduating?”

  “No,” he admitted, his voice husky. “If you hadn’t responded, I would have let you go with a warning after I cooled off. I went a little crazy at the thought that you could have been hurt.”

  Lilly sighed. Oh hell...who was she trying to fool? She just had the most mind-blowing sex of her life and she wanted this man. Had she paid attention to her own emotions she would have realized earlier that she wanted him and what she was really feeling was chemistry. Most likely she had been afraid that the attraction wouldn’t be mutual and had wanted to avoid making a fool of herself. Maybe she had needed something drastic to get her attention and keep her from running away from something that could be damn good.

  “Do you do this to all of your trainees?”

  “Oh! Hell no, I was risking my job, Lilly. But I guess I was willing to take the risk. I’ve never felt like this before,” Jake muttered in a dejected voice.

  She melted and caved in. He had risked his job, which she knew was the most important thing in his life. Could she blame him for getting caught up in passion? She had ended up caught in the very same web of desire herself.

  Lilly slid off the bed and grabbed a robe that was thrown carelessly onto a corner chair. She breathed in the material, loving the smell of it. It smelled like…Jake. Tightening the belt she asked in a low, suggestive voice, “Okay...Where is the hot tub?”

  His head popped up and his gaze searched her face. He met her eyes with a dark, passionate, adoring expression. “You aren’t mad?”

  She shrugged. “I wanted you too, Jake. I think you figured that out pretty quickly or we wouldn’t have continued. Besides, all of those orgasms seemed to have made me pretty forgiving,” she informed him wickedly.

  “Well, hell!” he exclaimed as he shot out of bed. “Don’t forgive me completely. I’m willing to keep working on it.”

  Jake stalked towards her naked and Lilly sighed. Would she ever get tired of admiring that view?

  He swept her up in his arms and hugged her. Lilly could feel his big body shudder as she rested against his muscular form.

  She stayed there for a few more moments and then pulled back to look at him. Her big guy was smiling.

  “Are you going to find us that hot tub?” she asked in a sexy whisper.

  “Let’s go,” he said eagerly as he pulled her through the bedroom door by the hand. “I have work to do and I take my job very seriously.”

  She laughed as she let him lead her towards the door. “I expect a great report, Sergeant Simmons.”

  “Absolutely,” he agreed readily, tugging her out of the bedroom.

  They both laughed all the way to the hot tub.

  ****

  Thanks for reading Riding With The Cop. This short story is part of The Pleasure Of His Punishment Collection

  Please continue reading for an excerpt of Mine For Tonight book one of my latest series The Billionaire's Obsession, which is also available as a complete boxed set.

  Please check out my other books, which include among others

  The Vampire Coalition:

  Ethan’s Mate - Book One

  Rory’s Mate - Book Two

  Nathan’s Mate - Book Three

  Liam’s Mate - Book Four

  Daric’s Mate- Book Five

  The Vampire Coalition is also availabe as a complete boxed set.

  Also, my latest series

  The Billionaire’s Obsession:

  Mine For Tonight - Book One

  Mine For Now - Book Two

  Mine Forever - Book Three

  and Mine Completely - A Valentine’s Day romance.

  Coming Soon ... The Heart Of The Billionaire

  The following is the first chapter from Mine For Tonight:

  Chapter 1

  Simon Hudson stood silently in the shadows of the opulent lobby, his hands in the pockets of his jeans and one shoulder propped against the frame of a large window that faced the street. His whole body was tense, his dark brown eyes scanning the sidewalk with the intense and total focus of a madman.

  Where in the hell is she? It’s ten forty-five.

  He knew Kara was working tonight. She had called in sick for the last two evenings, but was back to work at Helen’s Place, waiting tables on the swing shift. He had checked. His mother owned the bistro where Kara worked and was generally pretty forthcoming with information when Simon wanted it, but he was careful. If he wasn’t, his only parent would be hounding him to find out why he wanted information on Kara. His wonderful but inquisitive mom would be like a bloodhound after a scent if she thought that Simon’s interest was anything but casual. He would be nagged to death, his mother wanting to know exactly what his intentions were with Kara.

  Simon frowned. Like he had any intentions? He had fantasies and all of them involved Kara spread out on his bed, screaming his name as he made her come, over and over.

  Simon took a deep breath and slowly blew it back out, trying to get his body to relax and telling himself that he must be insane to take exactly the same position, night after night, for some woman who he had never officially met. But here he was…again, his back to the curious doorman, leering out the window like an unbalanced stalker, waiting to get a glimpse of Kara Foster. Something about the woman brought out strange, territorial, and protective instincts that kept him here, keeping watch, waiting for her to walk by his condo building on her way home from work.

  And then, when he spotted her, he’d do the same thing he always did. He’d follow her at a distance, trying not to alarm her, and wait until she had let herself into her apartment safely before he turned around and walked back home.

  He wouldn’t talk to her, or even get close to her. He never did. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, but Kara was going to nursing school and working full-time at his mother’s restaurant. According to his mom, Kara adamantly refused to date because she didn’t have the time or energy to put into a relationship. She was probably right about that. The insane woman didn’t sleep enough, eat enough. She had no one who even worried about her except for his mother…and Simon. Hell, in the last year, Simon had probably cared more about Kara’s well-being than a dozen family members would have, and he couldn’t even call her a friend. Problem was…he wasn’t a family member, and his feelings were far from brotherly.

  God, she was sweet!

  Simon had to bite back a groan of frustration as he thought about the first time he had seen Kara, her blue
eyes flashing with humor, black tendrils of silky hair escaping from her ever-present ponytail and her lithe body moving gracefully from table to table at his mom’s restaurant. At the age of twenty-eight, she still retained a look of innocence and vulnerability that had Simon caught in her unintentional web. He’d been a prisoner there ever since.

  His mother spoke about Kara as if she were her daughter, and Simon knew that Kara and his mother had a special bond: one not formed by blood, but by a special friendship. Shit…if Kara were younger, Simon was pretty sure his mother would adopt her. Lips twitching slightly, Simon hoped his mother never expected him to be like a brother to Kara. It wasn’t happening. His cock stood at attention, rock-hard and ready, every time he saw her. What in the hell was it about this particular woman that made him so edgy and restless?

  Simon had fucked women who were more attractive or more sophisticated, and not a single one of them had ever touched any of his emotions. He was a loner, preferring to spend his time with his computer rather than attending social functions, but there were times when he needed a woman’s company for physical relief. Occasionally taking himself in hand just wasn’t getting it done. Simon had certain female acquaintances for those occasions, women who gave him the control he needed and had to have in the bedroom, without a lot of demands or questions. Damn it! That had been enough for him…until he had seen Kara.

  Grimacing, his eyes never leaving the street, Simon shoved his hands deeper into his pockets and adjusted his position, giving his shoulder a break by resting his hip against the wall. God, he was getting pathetic. How long would he moon over a woman who had never even acknowledged him? Until she finished nursing school and moved away? Until she got married?

  He nearly growled at the thought of another man putting his hands on Kara’s delectable body. Simon fought a purely feral instinct that rose up at the thought of another man touching his woman.

  She’s not your woman, asshole. Get a grip.