He sucked in a deep breath. “What if I need more than twenty minutes?” he whispered.
“Then I’ll let you have them, Superman. I just can’t guarantee we won’t get buzzed again, and I hate interruptions.”
“Me, too. Maybe we should wait until—”
He stopped talking abruptly when Sabrina slid her hand underneath his belt and gripped his cock one-handed. His eyes slid shut and a groan escaped his lips as she pulsed her bare hand around his erection.
“God, don’t stop.”
She smiled and stroked his rigid flesh twice more before stopping to pull his pants off.
His pupils were completely dilated by the time she dropped his jeans and boxers on the floor with their shirts. Tongue-kissing her way from his knees to his stomach earned her a volcanic smile. He leaned up on his elbows to watch her take little nibbles of skin as she teased her way around his lap.
She kissed one hip bone, and without warning, she brought her lips to his swollen, impressive head and sucked his cock deeply into her mouth as far as it would go.
He grunted in surprise. One of his hands threaded through her hair as he bent at the waist. Gripping the base of his cock, she licked and sucked on him until he forcibly pulled her head away. She released his cock and kissed her way up his body slowly to his throat. His arms slipped around her back and clutched her to his chest as he kissed her neck. He held her a minute as she nuzzled his throat in return. His cock pressed into her belly. Sabrina lifted her torso up and rubbed her breasts against him. Her erect nipples raked across the hair on his chest, sending pulses of desire between her legs. She inhaled, savoring the cologne clinging there from the night before.
Leaning up to gaze deeply into his eyes, she said, “Get ready. I’m going to rock your world.” She separated her legs and straddled him, running her wet pussy down the length of cock. Her clit twitched to life as the sensation of naked flesh strummed her.
“Wait.” He sat up and reached for his pants piled next to the bed.
He shook underneath her while he put on a condom from his own wallet stash. She teased him, grazing her very sensitive nipples across the hair on his chest once more.
Once the protection was secure, Sabrina pushed him back and straddled him. Before he could stop her, she slid her wet opening over his cock and impaled herself on him. She was so slick from her earlier climax, even his thick cock didn’t slow her descent. He was embedded to the hilt in a second.
Jake’s hands grabbed her hips before she could move. “Sabrina,” was all he whispered. The thick length of his erection filled her up deliciously. She moved on him. Up and down. Her hands found his shoulders to leverage her thrusts deeper. She leaned down to kiss his shoulder and was surprised that another climax danced at her core. As if he read her mind, Jake slipped his hand between her legs as she rode him and rubbed her clit with his thumb. Exquisite release was hers after only a few strokes.
“Jake,” she shrieked. She slammed down on him as the unexpected orgasm ripped through her. Her vaginal walls clenching around his cock heightened the sensation and a tremor rippled across her body. She slumped onto his chest and tried to catch her breath.
“Are you okay?” Jake panted in her ear.
“Yes.” Her pussy clenched around his cock once. “I want more.”
“More?” His hips thrust and his cock went a little deeper.
“Take me. Hard. Please.”
Jake flipped her over onto her back and kissed her long and hard as his hips settled between her thighs. His cock was pushed as deeply as it would go. She wished he’d just impale her mindlessly. She wrapped her legs around his waist, coaxing him to take her.
She was slick and wet from yet another climax. He pulled his cock out half way and reentered her slowly. She shuddered as Jake entered her unhurriedly again. Inch by inch, he thrust inside her oh-so-ready-for-him, slippery wet pussy until she thought she’d climax from the fullness of him sliding in and out. She wanted harder. Deeper. She wiggled underneath him impatiently.
“You’re so tight. Are you sure I’m not hurting you?” he whispered, his eyes closed, his breathing harsh.
“Of course not. Just take me fast and hard. Please, Jake. Please.” She bucked underneath him, punctuating her plea, hissing between her teeth at how incredible he felt. He moved within her slowly at first, but it didn’t take him long to build up momentum. Three strokes later, she met him thrust for thrust as he embedded his thick cock inside her, exquisitely. Her passion built to a feverish pitch.
The feel of him pounding in and out excited her like nothing else had ever done. She’d never climaxed during intercourse before, but today she thought it might be possible. His hand moved between them. His thumb rubbed her clit steadily as he thrust deeply again and again. The urgency of their lovemaking was an added aphrodisiac, spurring her closer to yet another mind-blowing climax in less than the allotted twenty minute time limit she’d set.
* * * *
Jake reached his hand between them as he continued to thrust inside the very slick yet tight Sabrina. She’d specifically asked for hard and fast. Who was he to say no, especially when it felt so damn exquisite? He stroked her clit a few times because he got such a great reaction from her as he pounded his cock deeply over and over. God, it felt so good. Jake hadn’t experienced anything quite like this before. The sounds of their lovemaking and combined panting penetrated him. He nearly let go his climax but held back. He was rewarded in the next instant when her pussy muscles clamped down on him hard. He closed his eyes from the pleasure of it, as she came apart, moaning loudly. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders. He held back another moment longer.
He hoped the condom would hold because when he came it would be like a rocket. Powerful enough, he thought, to blast the thing right off and lodge deeply inside her. He growled deep in his throat as he let loose his release with a final deep thrust on the tails of the rhythmic clamping undulating across his cock from her climax. His orgasm lasted longer than ever before, pulsing through him, draining his energy in primal ecstasy. The vibration from his growl escaped his throat. He wanted to howl. He opened his eyes and saw only black. Was he conscious? Slowly, the vision of a satisfied Sabrina filled his sight. He could hardly catch his breath. He was breathing like he did after the annual 6K charity run for the fire station. She panted. Good.
“My God, that was amazing.” He kissed her cheek. “You’re amazing.”
“My lips are numb,” she whispered in a quiet, breathy voice.
“Give me a minute to catch my breath, and I’ll give you mouth to mouth. I’m a trained professional.” Jake rested his forehead against hers and took in another deep breath filled with the spicy scent of sex.
“I won’t feel it.”
“I’ll keep doing it until you do. It’s my job.” He kissed her temple.
“You’re fantastic at your job,” she murmured. Jake glanced over at the nightstand.
“Oh, no,” he said with mock concern.
“What?”
“Look at the clock, babe. I’m three minutes over your limit.”
“That just means the phone is about to ring. Meet me in the shower and maybe we won’t hear it.”
“Go ahead. I don’t want to keep you. If I get in that shower with you, I’m liable to lose my head and take up another twenty minutes.” He placed a kiss on her soft throat, tasting her salty-flavored skin. Her pulse beat rapidly against his lips.
* * * *
Jake’s warm mouth caressed her neck. She almost couldn’t speak. “Good point, but I’m not convinced that’s a bad idea. Join me. I’m already going to have to explain my relaxed glow when I get to work. Until moments ago, it had been a while for me.”
“I know. I felt how deliciously tight you were. I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Jake whispered, his voice full of concern.
“Not at all. It was incredible.” Much, much better than I remembered, she thought happily. She planned to pitch her ‘battery-operated boyfri
end’ in the trash. Jake was bigger and so much more satisfying. “Come on. Shower with me and I’ll prove it. I’ll give you twenty more minutes.”
“I don’t know. What if I go over my limit again?”
“It’ll be worth it. I promise.” She used his own words.
Ring. Damn.
Ring. “Damn it,” she said out loud.
Sabrina’s ringing phone and heated exchange with her boss informing her he needed her to come in immediately doused any plans for the shower sex she wanted. Instead, she jumped out of bed after slamming the phone down and started putting clothes on from her closet. Jake sat up, slipping his legs over this side of her bed.
“Sorry, but I have to go,” she said with true sorrow in her voice.
“Come on, babe. Don’t be sorry. I live at the fire station several days a month. I start another three-day shift tomorrow night at midnight.” He walked slowly to her bathroom and closed the door part way.
“What does that mean?” she asked when he returned less than a minute later in all his naked glory.
“It means let’s go out for dinner tonight.”
“Tonight?” she asked as he grabbed his navy-colored boxers from off the bed and put them back on.
“Yeah.”
“In public?” She didn’t mean to sound so horrified at the idea, but knew she did.
“Is that a problem?” He shrugged on his jeans. God, he was a sexy man. Casual rugged good looks combined with that supremely lickable cleft in his chin. She stopped buttoning her shirt and stared at his fabulous, well-muscled body, the one she’d just had the best sex of her life with moments ago. She wasn’t sure she wanted to let him go just yet. But she didn’t want anyone to know they were together. Maybe they could meet in secret.
“I don’t date,” she said and stopped looking at his crotch. Was she was ready to go public with this…this—whatever it was? “I’m more used to cutting men down, thereby forcing them to leave me alone altogether.”
“You want me to leave you alone?” He sat on the edge of her bed as he put on his socks and shoes, but he paused to ask his question. His tone sounded incredulous.
“No. Maybe. I don’t know.” Sabrina was dressed and now looking for her keys, which could be anywhere in her room.
“Will you know by tonight at, say, seven?” He pulled his shirt on and started buttoning it.
Sabrina sighed and finally looked at him directly. “Possibly. Call me.” She looked away, dropped to the floor, and crawled on hands and knees next to her bed.
“What are you looking for?” He stepped back as she put a hand on his foot to move it from next to the bed.
“My keys.”
“Front hallway on the table by the door. Now, will you meet me for dinner?”
Sabrina stood up slowly and smiled deviously. “On one condition.”
“Name it,” he told her with that sensuous smile curving on his lips.
“You have to drive me to the sheriff’s station. I just remembered my car’s at work.”
“Okay.” Jake gave her a grin.
“What are you smiling about?”
“Nothing.”
“You have a big, shit-eating grin on your face, and I want to know why!”
“Well, I wonder how many people will see me drop you off at the front door of the sheriff’s station on this fine, clear, sunny morning.”
Oh, damn it. He had a point. Just being seen together would send the grapevine into a tailspin the likes of which the department had never seen.
“You can drop me two blocks away. No one will see.”
“I’ll drop you a couple blocks away, but only if you agree to go out to dinner with me tonight. Otherwise, front door service is required. It’s what any gentleman would do.”
The shrill ring of the phone halted the deep sigh and retort she was about to give him.
“Damn it! I’m on my way. Quit calling!” she barked into the phone, assuming it was Murphy.
A deep sinister voice whispered angrily, “I cannot believe you spent the night with him, you whore!”
Chapter Five
Click.
“Who is this?” Sabrina yelled into the mouthpiece, even as she heard the click of the disconnection. She pulled the phone away from her ear and slammed it into the cradle. She didn’t have time for idiot breathers. Damn perverts.
“Who was that?” Jake asked.
“No one.” Sabrina suspected it was Ted Echols being a bastard. She’d give him a piece of her mind the next time she saw him, but for right now, she needed a ride…an anonymous one.
She shifted her focus from the nasty call to the sexy man before her. Jake gave her the most sensual and positively lip-licking gaze she’d ever received since the last time he glanced her way.
Jake was not going to be a man easy to release and forget. Not from her thoughts or from her satisfied body, still limp from this morning’s sensual aerobics. She would postpone her decision and let him stay in her life awhile.
“Now, about that ride…”
* * * *
Sabrina entered her office in the Sheriff’s station just over thirty minutes later, her whole body was boneless and satisfied. She looked for her iron-hard, bitch façade briefly, but the bitch was gone, replaced by a giddy teen-ager she’d become after some rather remarkable sex.
“Amazing sex,” she whispered, correcting herself, and shook her head.
Sabrina wondered how she was going to keep her love life a secret. If she showed up with Jake in public for dinner tonight, she knew someone would see them and talk. Damn grapevine anyway.
Jake dropped her off in his sister’s big macho truck as promised, two blocks away. She tried not to hunker down. If anyone saw her, the grapevine would vibrate from the hum. She’d get a look of disbelief from everyone like the time she wore a dress to work for a court appearance.
Jake insisted on a delicious lip-lock before allowing her to exit the vehicle. If anyone noticed that decadence, she’d get some attention, too. Even two blocks away. She stifled the smile that bubbled up and approached her desk in the large room.
As Sabrina threw her keys and wallet in the top drawer and put her bag underneath her desk, she registered loud voices coming from Hennessey’s office. Murphy was missing from his desk. Hopefully, he wasn’t the recipient of the shouting match streaming through the paper-thin walls of her boss’s office.
“Finally. Jesus. Where’ve you been?” Murphy asked from behind her. He entered the office with two large cups of coffee and held one out to her as she tried not to look directly in his eyes.
“Thanks.” She studied the floor intently. She decided not to answer the question about where she’d been but rather sat down at her desk and changed the subject. “So if it isn’t you participating in the shouting match, who’s the victim?”
Murphy scrunched his eyebrows together and dropped his head half a notch, giving her his standard “Duh, pay attention” face, but he replied in almost a whisper, “Councilman Peters, but I think Hennessey’s the victim.”
“No way,” she said. Councilman Peters was a huge thorn in the department’s side since he forever wanted to cut their funding. Apparently, he felt they should all just volunteer to be bomb technicians as a civic duty for no extra pay.
“Way. Peters came in right after Hennessey called you. He’s been in there since. What took you so long?”
Sabrina didn’t answer. She glanced over at the door to her boss’s office.
Sabrina was willing to bet a month’s salary the topic of today’s shouting match involved the two explosions yesterday. She bore the brunt of blame in the detonations as the lead bomb tech. Plus, Sabrina and the Councilman didn’t get along.
Peters would probably hand her the bill for the cost of the buildings himself. He’d probably expect a pound of flesh along with her payment. She sent up a silent prayer for Hennessey, as he was the one who’d receive the lion’s share of the Councilman’s anger.
Hennesse
y was a pain in her side too, but Sabrina had the utmost respect for him. She got the hard-ass boss treatment from him for the first six months on the squad. He’d wanted to keep wagging tongues from saying she got special treatment because she was the only woman on the bomb squad.
Sabrina worked twice as hard for every level she earned in her training. Shortly after she’d been certified, Hennessey had lightened up on her, but only when no one else was around to listen.
Councilman Peters, on the other hand, didn’t feel the bomb squad was an appropriate place for a woman. He felt women and men shouldn’t work close together in tense situations. He was against women in combat, too, so she didn’t feel singled out. His moral high horse lived in the nineteenth century.
“Think they’re talking about the explosions from yesterday?”
“Duh! Let’s just hope the fingers aren’t pointing at us.”
“Yeah, I like this job. I’d hate to lose it after five years.”
In the last couple of years, she’d finally felt like she belonged somewhere. The bomb squad was, for all intents and purposes, her family. They respected her for the most part. She felt at peace with the choices she made five years ago even though the squad had been sort of accidental.
Harry, her ex-fiancé, had cut her to the quick when he left her. She’d tried to understand but had been crushed when he abandoned her. She marveled at her ability to function after he announced he was leaving to marry someone else. They’d made so many plans after leaving the orphanage together. But she was ‘damaged goods’ after all, at least in his eyes. Maybe her own too, way back then. Who was she kidding? Even now.
With her life in limbo after Harry deserted her, the night terrors worsened, so she finally took a pro-active approach to conquering it. She’d been a deputy trainee at the Sheriff’s department at the time, and a total newbie. She’d signed up for the optional bomb techniques class to learn more, calling it personal therapy.
Sabrina was a stellar student. She soaked up every word and method taught in class and even did some side reading for extra credit at the local library in her spare time. Throughout the course she earned top honors in class by day, and battled nightmares by night. Bomb techniques class did not mitigate her fears one iota.
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